The Glorious and Majestic Citadel of Guard

[Orrë the Wise]

A month after his arrival on Middle-Earth, Orre made his way towards the city of Kings- Minas Tirth. Atop a brown steed, the Maiar made his way through the city and to the citadel. He dismounted and entered.

"Fair King Elessar, it is good to see you. I am Orre, vassal of Aule." He bowed and smiled warmly. "I come bearing news and offering counsel. Also, if you will have it, Erebor wishes an alliance."

[Envin]

Aragorn welcomed the arrival of Anwyn his ally and her comrade in travel the Lord of Arnor into the Citadel after their long travail, and sent for wine and food for them; he bade them have a seat in comfortable chairs before a large fire, and after hounding his servant for an ale he took a seat nigh them and helped himself to bread and cheese, on general principle to provide support in the breaking of their fast. Once they had eaten their fill, he had the dishes cleared, brandy brought for sipping, and lit his long pipe, puffing contentedly. He raised his glass in a toast:

"Let us drink first to the health of the Free Peoples of the world, which should e'er be the prime desire of a good Ruler. And then let us also drink to the happy chance that hath brought the three of us together this day, for the world is darkening out of my doors, and where one may find confusion in his own mind, three as one may find order. Anwyn and Rohan my comrades and allies are already, and am I correct, Lord Eluchil, that thou come hither with as much in thine own heart?"

And while the three sat in council, Orre was detained at the door of the Citadel by the guards, who informed him that the High King was previously engaged and would be closeted in council for while yet - the Maia must needs await his turn in an antechamber; food and drink of the finest quality would be provided. Would this suit? If not, then naught hindereth his departure.

[Arathorn Eluchil]

(Okay then since Cile went bye bye . That was the original reason we came here but il thunk of somin else)

"I came here thinking we had alioance allready my Lord. But the reason i came here were the brewing movements of Mordor . Scouts in Arnor saw Moria dismantled by a number of such men we had not seen before the great war . I am certain Moria fell. The problem at hand is we are few we simply need more men if were gonna have to repel attacks form Mordor once more . I wish i had not been the bearer of bad news but when i see shadows in my land i dont ignore them " he said placing his cup on the table it was still half full .

[Envin]

{OOC: Cile is no more, Morsereg killed him.}

"And neither do I ignore shadows that flit upon the borders of mine own realm, kinsman," the King answered Arathorn. "It is meet that we should be all in this one place to discuss it, for I know of precious little realms still standing upon this Middle-earth who still proudly wave the standard of freedom and peace, as ours do. Let us then take counsel among one another. Let us form a pact and a strong alliance, for I know Anwyn to be a just and upright woman from my own conclusions, and thou Arathorn from sources whom I find reliable. Therefore, let us take care to always include the other twain in any dealings which may cast an impact over the others. Even still with us all as one, we will still be hard pressed should evil hard beset us all, but we shall strive to our utmost to prove worthy of the smile of Iluvatar. What say ye?"

[Faron]

OOC: At the same time as the above posts or not, I don't care I just want to post something

IC: The Lord of Lothlorien in all his battle-gear strode into the Citadel, his companion Arken the Wolf behind him, shooting glances of boredom at the gaurds and showing a few of his many teeth. "Where is the King of Gondor?" Ashuron shouted throughout the hall, "For I desire to duel against him."

[Orrë the Wise]

Orre accepted cheerfully and was led to the offered antichamber. He was just about to take a swill of meade when a voice was heard in the hall... It was fair, yet powerful. He sprung to his feet and made way to the door. "Ahahhh! Master Elf! I was going to venture to Lorien on my back. The King is in audience at the moment. I came to speak with him as well. Would you like to join me? Theres meade... and salted pork!" Orre chuckled deeply and motioned in. "Come. I have to speak with thee anyway."

[Faron]

"Well, if the King is to busy to speak to me I suppose I could spare a few minutes of talk with you. Now then, just who are you exactly?" Ashuron asked Orre and the Elven Lord motioned for his wolf to follow him as he entered into the antechamber to share in the offered salted pork.

[Orrë the Wise]

"Ahh, yes, well..." He swilled down his glass of meade. "I am Orre, as some call me." He nodded to himself, gazing down at the cold stone floor. "Yes. Orre the Wise... The Craftsman. The Sage. But that matters not. I arrived at the Grey Havens just last month and since have taken rule of Erebor. I would be honored if you accepted our call for an alliance. Darkness stirrs in Middle-Earth, Ashuron Leafbow, and we all must come together with strength. Do you accept?"

[Faron]

"My primary concern is for the Elves that remain here in Middle-Earth," Ashuron said, taking a large bit of pork and tossing it to the wolf who caught it in his mouth and quickly began eating. "As long as the darkness you mentioned threatens my people, I am content to join with you. However, I do not respond well to traitors and have been known to slice the heads off a few in the name of Lothlorien, but I should hope that your Dwarves can keep their alliances in order."

[Orrë the Wise]

Orre chuckled again and nodded. "Aye, sounds good to me." He smiled contently, finished off another piece of pork, and leaned back in his seat to light his pipe.

[Anwyn]

"You are very wise indeed, Lord Aragorn. I am relieved to once again hold council with you again, for a dark shadow has settled itself across my country. I come before you now with a most troubled heart. There have been seveal mysterius deaths within Edoras, each more terrible than the last. My people fear and I am powerless against this for I know not of what commits such crimes. They are....most upsetting and always commited under a veil of darkness. My guards are helpless to stop such acts."

Anwyn paused, she did not wish to speak of such things among such refined company, but she knew they must be said lest this threat move from Edoras to other cities outside her own boarders "The Wildmen of the North also grower stronger and bolder, Attacking as this wish. Burning Villages and Taking horses, every day there attacks grow more terrible. I feel powerless against these barbarians. I feel as though somehow the attacks are all related, but alas I find myself at a loss of what to do" she finished quietly, lowering her head.

[Envin]

Aragorn mused in silence as he pondered Anwyn's words. "These are indeed darkening days," he said, quietly as though deep in thought, "I am humbled that thou shouldst seek my council concerning this matter. Such ruthless murderings all occuring often - not the chance of coincidence, I should think. Hast thou any severe foes which would have designs upon Rohan? All that I can suggest would be to disperse members of thy army thickly throughout the main cities of thy realm, and perhaps to send secretly men to spy upon the dealings of Enedwaith, thy neighbor and closest foe. Does think seem sound to thee?"

At that moment, a servant entered the hall and strode up to the three, waiting until Aragorn signed to him to declare his purpose. He pronounced that there were two lords in an antechamber nearby, one of which was very boisterous and shouting words of dueling with the king - this was an elf with a wolf at his side. Aragorn smiled and threw his head back, and bade the servant show the men into the Hall, and to bring him a tray of raw meat. The servant complied, and ere long a platter of raw beefsteaks was sat upon a table nigh Aragorn's seat, and a moment later, the twain Lords entered.

[Orrë the Wise]

Orre fumbled as he put out the pipe quickly, mumbling all the while about suprises and respect. Managing to replace his pipe back into his pocket, the man hurried forwards after Ashuron.

"Lord Elessar, I have come to request of you an alliance and to offer thee council on the goings on of Morsereg Dindaedel and his followers, and of Alcorad in Mordor. He has indeed taken Moria."

[Faron]

"Word has reached me, King of Gondor, of your supposed battle-prowess," Ashuron said, bowing slightly towards the King. "Since Destiny seems to have chosen you as its favored son, I wish to test this skill of yours in a duel. Obviously the fate of every creature of Middle-Earth depends on the rule of we few elite Lords and Ladies, and the weak cannot be allowed to rule. Prove your strength to me, unknown ranger-king, and dispell the notion of your might being only a tale woven within pubs."

[Arathorn Eluchil]

"Has he not endured enough hardships through the years master elf. He has faught many a battle and came out some of them unsctached . Are the tales not enough " he said looking at the elf , they shuldnt be fighting each other over a silly thing as this , did the elf do this to show how inferior the elves were to men .