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Council Meeting From Midnight To Sunrise Meeting Talan of the Ruling Council After taking a quick look around, Petra's face relaxes as she sees that despite all, she is one of the first people in. She smiles a greeting to Aldarwen as she sweeps over toward the table of House Celebithil. Aldarwen is standing near the door, obviously there's something that worries her by the expression in her face, when she sees Petra enter she bows her head and says, "Mae govannen, mellon. I received your message, indeed strange news". Galadhamrod, confused, shrugs his shoulders and sits down in a chair for the house of Raavindonserke Petra turns, still smiling. One eyebrow rises. "Is it not? I know not what to make of it! I only hope that someone does." As usual, Rumil is in a near run as he parts the talan's curtains, late as usual to the council meeting. Being that, he only gives you a simple nod to those he passes before coming to his seat at the council table. Before sitting, he nods respectfully to those council members either standing or sitting. Aldarwen shakes her head a bit and sighs, "The human Bleddyn is very strange. I would like to have the Lady's Council on what to do at this point". Galadhamrod gathers his nerve and pipes up. "Mae govannen to all that I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting, but I have been swept along to this Council Meeting, though I do not believe that I belong here... I am at a loss. Should I stay, and participate in discussion of matters far above me, or leave?" "As would I, mellon." Petra nods to Rumil as he flies by, and giggles. "Well, let us begin, then? I feel that we have much to discuss." Aldarwen nods to Petra as she moves to find herself a sit, "Yes, indeed we have,
but I would wait some minutes more, to see if anyone else is going to come". A bit of a flush pink overcomes Rumil's face as he tries not to return the bemused stares flashing at him. The Commander, instead, sits promptily and looks for something else to concentrate upon, first returning Petra's nod then peering at the unfamiliar elf speaking outloud, "Nay, sit, listen and ponder, mellon. For we have much to discuss this eve." Petra addresses Galadhamrod as she takes her seat. "All are welcome, mellon! Please be seated, and listen." Galadhamrod nods. "Then I shall do so." Ducking through the curtain of the main entrance, Lendalas appears. With a 'tired' smile, that bespeaks somewhat of an apology, he nods to the rest of the elves in greeting. With a roving eye, he looks to see who is heading up the meeting. As Lendalas appears, several of the council members take their seats, peering up to the Royal Herald to begin the meeting. Elindor moves silently to a seat and settles into it comfortably. Petra looks up and nods to Lendalas as she unfurls a scroll, then she bends her eyes back down to study it. Galadhamrod shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Taking note of some of the others' glancing looks at the arriving Royal Herald, the Commander casts a smile and a nod toward Lendalas as he nears. Rumil is seated in his chair at the table, a rolled up scroll placed next to his right hand. Lendalas blinks for a moment, realizing that he is expected to head things up tonight. With an almost embarassed look at himself (for tonight, his normally dapper attire is somewhat mussed from travel with grass and twig and dirt stains), he makes his way to his normal seat next to the Lord's and Lady's chair. Setting down, he smiles again somewhat ruefully at the others, "Thank ye all for attending mellyn, please be seated. This session is now beginning." Clearing his throat, Lendalas gives a silent thanks to the thoughtful Diplomatic Aide that poured him a glass of water in advance and left it at his table. Raising both of his eyebrows to those gathered, "Announcements?" Petra stifles a chuckle at Lendalas' slightly bewildered start, redoubling her concentration on the scroll. Zax walks in the council chamber, without saying a word. He remains quiet as he takes a seat and listen to the others. Talia slips in a step ahead of Kathalis. She smiles slightly at him, then makes her way to the Dinlom chair. Elindor smiles and shakes his head, as he remains patiently listening. At Lendalas' asking, Rumil immediately draws a long glance at the scroll near his right hand, then next upon Petra. Kathalis walks quiely in and makes his way to stand behind Talia quietly. After reviewing the scroll to her satisfaction, Petra responds to the weight of Rumil's gaze by standing up and looking around the meeting. "I have," she says quietly but clearly. "Concerning Bleddyn." Kathalis faces visibly darkens at the mention of the human... Talia looks up at her husband and sighs inaudibly, bringing her gaze to rest on the Diplomat. Catching the Commander's gaze, Lendalas notes as well the two scrolls. As Petra stands, all of his attention focuses on her, clearly curious about the odd adan that she speak of. Idly, his left and rises to pick out a stray twig that seems to have caught itself in the side of his hair. Aldarwen looks up at Petra, although she already knows a part of what the Diplomat is to say, her attention is set completely on her. Drawing herself up tall and straight in response to all the eyes upon her, and drawing her hair back from her face, Petra looks from Lendalas to Rumil before continuing. "As some of you know --" she glances apologetically to Lendalas and addresses him with an aside: "I wrote in haste, and could not get messages to all in time for the meeting" -- and then she addresses the council again, drawing a deep breath. "As some of you know, I have strange news from Bleddyn. He is returned to us again, injured but well. He says that he has found the way that the yrch took to get to Fangorn. It is a system of caves that lead from the hills into the wood, opening in a well-concealed hole near Entwash. Near the blight." She clears her throat primly and looks around before continuing. Rumil's emotionless face is set nearly in stone, as the Commander neither listens to the different expressions around the room at the naming of the adan nor comments on Bleddyn until Petra finishes her report. His eye narrowing at the mention of yrch and caves, the Royal Herald takes a sip of water. Muttering from the corner of his mouth, "... Yrch ...?", he motions to a nearby Aide for assistance. The Aide walks quickly up to Lendalas, listening and attentive. Soft whisperings continue between the Royal Herald and the Aide; Lendalas gesturing towards some of the scrolls on his table and the Aide nodding his head vigorously. Finally, with a final nod, the Aide makes his way out of the room towards the scribes' archives and Lendalas returns his full attention again back to Petra. Kathalis shifts froms sides to side listening to petra speak, frowning heavely at the mention of the human.... Seeing that no-one has anything to ask or interject, Petra continues. "There was apparently a battle near the entrance to the cave in the hills, that the man says involved humans and orcs -- by the buried dead on the field, he claims. The orcs are larger than the usual ones, and they carry upon their shields the emblem of a wolf's head." She looks at Rumil. "Unless my memory fails me, this detail rings true." Nodding solemnly, Rumil says quietly, "Aye." Talia's leans back in her chair as she listens, her face cool and somber and otherwise unreadable. Lendalas turns to the Commander and then glances to the other Guards in the room. For a brief moment, his eye rests upon Zax's face near the Raavidonerserke table, but moves on. Turning back to Petra, he asks, "My apologies m'lady, Diplomat. I'm afraid I must apologize for not being quite informed as I should be, being on the Eastern borders this last month. What does the report of these Yrch with the Wolf head emblem have to do with our wood? I'm afraid I have no point of reference to connect it with and request a quick account of how we are involved." Explaining in further, when the solemn silence fills the council chambers, Rumil adds on the topic of the Wolf-head emblem, "A vicious clan of yrch that are rarely seen among our Wood are the ones the adan speaks of." Zax nods at the words of Lendalas. Petra adds, with a glance toward Rumil. "The intelligence we had on this clan -- again, as I remember, for more than one winter has passed since last I heard it -- placed them in the mountains near to Isengard. At the time it was speculated that they were placed there to cut us and the house of Elrond off from Saruman, and from the route around the mountains." Althea slips in and settles down in her chair Lendalas tweaks his eyebrows as the names of foreign names and places reach his ear. With a shake of his head, he waits for Petra to explain further. "That could all be true, and indeed I've heard such discussion before," says the Commander, his glance meeting Petra's. "But the few times that yrch clan has come within an arrow's range, their tracks left little clues as to where their trail extended to and no archer would be foolish enough to follow it outside the mallyrn." Althea leans over to whisper something to Kathalis "... ... ... discussion ... ...? Kathalis face still darkened he leans over and whispers to Althea, "... ... ........" Althea nods to Kathalis and turns her attention back to Petra. Scuttling through the curtain entrance, an Aide with a small parchment rushes up to Lendalas and hands it to him. With a nod and a pat on the shoulder, the Royal Herald thanks the Aide and turns his attention to the small scroll in hand. After reading it, the glimmer of understanding reaches his eye and he turns his gaze back to the other elves, "And what is the proposed action concerning this news?" "Aye, 'tis true," replies Petra to Rumil, and then her eyes settle back on the Herald, sparing a smile for Althea and Taomes on their way. "But we have not answered your question, Herald, so here is my best answer: The fungus could be some foul devilry of the Enemy's, sent to plague the woods that overcome his troops. It would explain why there is no prior record of such a thing, and even Radagast, who loves all of the growing things of Arda, knows it not. Maybe it is this and maybe not. But the orcish cave is not far from the blight in Fangorn. It is a lead, and we lack leads." Petra adds, "There is one more thing, if I may." Rumil nods silently at Petra's words, although he does so painfully, knowing the possible ramifications of her words. Althea frowns slightly at the words "How big a risk is this do you think? Petra shrugs. "That I cannot tell you. Bleddyn would know the risks better than would I, but there is another risk." She smiles coyly. "And now, for the last news:" She pauses and looks around. "Bleddyn would like nothing more than to be able to escort us to the orcish cave. I believe he will be as stubborn about that as he has been about anything." Her eyes rest on Kathalis for a moment. Terridan enters the council chambers quietly, as to not disturb any conversation that might be taking place. Kathalis eyes narrow slightly as petra look dirrectly at him, clentching his fists tightly.... Althea laughs softly "Well then let him... It will save me the trouble of asking him to go". Talia's steely eyes flash and her jaw is set, "What reason do we have to trust the human?" she asks in a dangerously low voice. The first voice to break the whispering that floats about the council chambers after Petra's last news is Rumil's, who voices his thoughts, "This makes little sense! Why would the adan risk his own life? What does he stand to gain?" Suddenly, a frown creases Lendalas' face. Glancing back and forth between Rumil and
Petra, he asks, "Have we found out HOW the treerot came to our borders yet?"
Quirking an eyebrow, he continues, "We know Bleddyn would problably know, assuming he
is more aware of his surroundings than his Dunedain kin, if he was tracking something or
not?" Terridan moves over to join Talia at the Dinlom table, nodding to her quietly as he approaches. Lairelin slips through the doorway and makes her way quietly to the Celebithil chairs. Her eyes scan the room, quickly taking in it's inhabitants and the prevailing mood. After his boisterous questions are aired, Rumil peers back at Lendalas and shakes his head to the Royal Herald's question regarding the source of the fungus that plagues the trees near the Lothlorien border. Standing at the table of her house, Petra throws her hands up. "Mellyn, I pray you, I do not know his mind so well!" She laughs. "Why may we trust him? I can answer only: The Lady trusts him, else he would be stuck on the border with the blight. I know not how the blight came to our borders; I do know that Bleddyn is, by his own admission, an imperfect tracker, and like all edain his senses are unkeen. As to why he would risk his life, I have no answer except that he claims to have done other selfless acts against the Enemy for the Elves of Mirkwood. He answers that upon his own honor, for I cannot know his mind." Althea raises hwer voice slightly "As to why we should let him go. Lord Celeborn ask him to talk to the human and to ask him to accompany the party to Fangorn". Rumil sits back in his chair, a frown hanging upon his face and his arms now stubbornly crossed over his chest. Fate seems to have led the adan Bleddyn to become the leader of an expedition to Fangorn - something deeply troubling to the Commander. Lendalas shakes his head, "If he is an imperfect tracker, then I would not fain to have him 'lead' anybody there because of those skills." With a nod to Kathalis and Talia, "We have perfect ones near." With a pause, he says, "Although, if we did want to examine this cave, he might be good for leading us to them." Talia mumbles under her breath, "We could use him for bait." Terridan clears his throat, and raises his voice slightly, "Forgive me, I know I arrived late, and this may have already been covered, but I believe that Lord Celeborn wishes for the human to go with us just in case if he is knowingly sending us into danger, he will share in this as well as us." Kathalis nods in agreement with Talia. Althea nods to Terridan "Yes Lord Celeborn sought me out to tell me to ask the human to come with us to the forest". Talia looks between Althea and Terridan, "But did he say that the human was to lead?" Petra quips drily, "He would have to be restrained from going, Minister," before sitting down again, her news delivered. Althea shakes her head at Talia "Mearly that he was to go along". Terridan smiles, and looks to Althea, "Aye, I sent you a message as well, did you not receive it?" turning to Talia, his voice lowers slightly, "Lord Celeborn did not mention anything about Bleddyn leading, merely to accompany us." Althea nods to Terridan and nods "I did". Lendalas nods with Terridan and the logic voiced through him by Lord Celeborn, "Aye... if at the least, he shares in whatever misadventures." He sniffs raising his voice, "And nay... no Quendi will be led by a second born in my opinion." Petra proffers, "Aiwendil's eventual destination is Fangorn. If you do or do not go with him he will be there anon." Talia slumps down in her seat again, a look of general displeasure on her face. Lendalas sits peacibly and listens to the remainder of the conversation, apparently having nothing more to add. Aldarwen says in a soft voice, "I trust the human as little as everyone does, but by his lead or without it, I believe we must ready ourselves to leave and do it at once. I don't think our trees can wait." Althea nods "When will you depart?" Petra settles back in her chair, listening now. Lairelin keeps silent through the course of the discussion, her hands resting lightly on the arms of the chair. As the discussion swirls around her, she seems to be listening, nodding now and again as a point is made. Aldarwen looks around, "I don't know, we were about to leave when Aiwendil arrived, so we talked with him before departing. And then there came an order of Lord Celeborn that we should talk to him before doing anything else..." She pauses to look at all the present again, "I believe that Althea and Terridan have done so, and the Lord has told them his desire of letting the human accompany us. I don't trust the human, but I do trust our Lord, so I would gladly let Bleddyn come along with us if then we can leave the soonest". Petra nods to Aldarwen, glancing briefly at Talia and Kathalis, then letting her gaze settle upon the scroll open before her. Althea says, "Well, Petra has aid that the human is more than willing to go with you and as you said, the trees need you to depart as soon as possible." Kathalis frowns slightly and shakes his head.... Talia places her hand on Kathalis', closing her eyes for a moment before looking around the table again. Aldarwen looks around at the silent faces, "So, does everyone agree we should depart at once? In a group formed by those that were already going, and the adition of Aiwendil and the human Bleddyn?" Terridan nods, "Aye, we should leave at once, though I am not partial to traveling with Bleddyn..." Talia nods in agreement. Petra just nods silently. Althea nods and looks around the room before standing "I wish you luck in your endeavour mellyn. Come back safely. Namaire all" Aldarwen stands up as well and says, "I suppose then, that we are adjourned, and I hope we can get ourselves going with tomorrow's sunrise. Namarie". She bows her head and walks towards the curtain.
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