The Glorious and Majestic Citadel of Guard

[vanya]

Vanya laughed. "It was an interesting match, even I am not really sure what it was about. Well, you gave me permission to enter yor land, and I have to hurry now. But I couldn't help it to watch you in this." She raised, bowed before Arwen and Aragorn and left. (to Erebor, since I dropped in on my way to the war, which is sadly already over - but I will drop in again on the way back, if somebody response here )

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Dark set over Gondor once again as a black steed pulled up to the gates of Minas Tirith, it's rider bloodied up and dripping more blood as he rode. He did not look up to the guards as he called to them, coughing up blood as he spoke, "I seek sanctuary in your fair realm! Please, spare me this, for I was just ambushed by Orcs of Mordor!" He choked up more blood as the gates were opened, admitting him entrance. He was quickly shown to a stable by a stablehand close by. The man slipped off his horse, nodding for it to get into the stables, and he turned to the boy who had shown him the way.

"Come, now, sir, to the Houses of Healing!" He begged the man to follow him, only for the man to raise his head. In seconds the mans bloody hands were on the boy's head, snapping his neck in one swift motion.

"Finally," The man mumbled without his lips moving, "I can take this off..." He reached up to the head, slowly pulling it off. He then proceeded to slide off the torso and arms, revealing Morsereg with chunks of flesh and different insides sticking to him. His hair had been tied up so that he could put the "mask" on. He let it go now, shaking out the blood and flesh, "You never realize just how messy a body is until you wear one."

He proceeded to clean off the rest of the blood and flesh, giving himself an almost formal appearance. He would need one if he was to visit the King. He hid his sword, walking slowly out of the stables and up to the guards barring entrance into the king's halls. There were two here, standing watch attentively. Morsereg walked up slowly, a calm grin settling behind his eyes.

"I'm here to see the King," Morsereg spoke calmly, lacing his words with magick to convince them to let him in.

The soldier shook the magick off quickly, "No, sir, it's too late. The King is not taking visitors." He froze when he saw a maniacal grin spread across Morsereg's face.

"I'll see about that," He laughed softly as two Barrow-Wights materialized behind him. As Morsereg rushed forward, it all happened in a blur. He was standing behind the first guard, arm wrapped around his neck tightly. He ran his tongue along the side of the guards face, "You know what? You're going to die. Did you know that?" He taunted, holding two fingers infront of the man's eyes before he drove them in, digging deep into his eyes.

With a lunge, he withdrew them, staring at the cord still connecting both eyes to the man's brain. In seconds those wires had been severed, and Morsereg popped the eyeballs into his mouth. As he went on, the crunching echoed only in his head.

The second one did not go so easy. Morsereg's teeth clamped down on his ear, ripping it off in a shower of blood as he moved his hands to the back of his head. He slammed the guard's head into his knee, snapping his nose in two places and causing enough blood to fill up the River Styx.

As he let the body drop, he turned to the two Barrow-Wights. Snapping his fingers, the two were made corporeal and flesh-like. Morsereg then handed them the two guard's armor and garments, dressing them up and arming them properly to look like guards of the Citadel. "Perfect," He smirked before dragging the two beat up and naked corpses into a broom closet, slamming the door.

No doubt he had made enough noise to attract the attention of the High King, with all that killing.

[vanya]

Vanya and her men aproached at the citadel of guard and dismounted. Everything seemed to be as usual when the stableboy took their horses and they went up the stairs to the halls. But something WAS different. Vanya couldn't make it out clearly, but a silent fear settled in her bones and made her carefully, when she walked into the hall. The smell of blood alarmed her and her guardians, and they layed hand on their hilts to be prepared for everything. A few steps further they found the source of the smell, a smear and spreads of blood, and decided to draw their swords. Something or somebody had entered this halls by force and murdering and it was still here.

[Envin]

A large company of men, too large for even the strong Morsereg and his Wights to defeat swiftly, seemed to melt into the main courtyard of the Citadel, and the largest of them, apparently their leader, strode forward. Even though his size spoke of strength likely greater than most of his peers, his eyes were laden with fear. He informed the Lord Morsereg that he who was King in Minas Tirith was aware of the Doomsman's presence, and invited he and he alone into his private chambers. His attendants were not invited, and were kindly permitted to depart the White City unharmed, for neither would Aragorn have any retainers present. Morsereg might keep his weapons, for he was not to delude himself with the thought that his host would be weaponless. These men who here presented themselves would conduct Morsereg thither, and neither were they to be harmed, or there would be no council between he and Envinyatar.

The man gulped, awaiting a response.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg looked at the guards, smirking devilishly as he spoke. "Lead me to him." He spoke simply, walking down to meet the head of the host. The Barrow-Wights dissipated into air, leaving behind the Gondorian armaments. "I shall bide by all of his rules, as I am in his realm, and to do otherwise would be folly. I wish to speak to your lord, and that I shall do."

He spoke no more as they walked under the cover of night to the King's chambers, his eyes always locked ahead. He would slaughter them all, but he had come with a purpose and would stick with it.

At last they came upon the King's chamber.

[Envin]

The captain of the guards motioned his men to lead the spectral warrior along, while he remained and spoke with the fair Lady Vanya, mopping sweat from his brow. He informed her that Aragorn was honor-bound to be alone during this meeting, but it would please him if Vanya and her men would perhaps remain near at hand, so that he might take counsel with Vanya after the departure of Dindaedel.

Meanwhile, Morsereg was ushered to the door of the King.


{continued}

[Lenclir Misolen]

Lenclir entered the Citadel and looked at the king
"My lord i am Lenclir Misolen but i beg of you take no notice of my last name for i am nothing like my brother htek ing of khand i come here to ask acceptiance into the winged gaurd"

[Envin]

Aragorn glanced upon Lenclir with a frown. "If thou indeed be naught like thy kin, then thou mayest indeed prove thyself worthy of service to the House of Telcontar. Go ye forth and prove thyself thrice, and return to me. Then we shall see if thou mayest adorn thy head with wings."


{I.E. make up three RP's that prove thy worth and honor, and then return to Aragorn.}

[Faron]

Ashuron's eyes flashed as upon a pearl white horse he rode throughout the city, memories of Lorien's forests burning to the ground at the hands of "Morsereg, Lord of Angmar" seared themselves afresh upon his mind. In the end, Ashurons brother's pleadings had won over the Elvish Lord, and Ashuron rode to Gondor to seek counsel, and perhaps allies against this Dark Lord, and the only one Ashuron would trust enough outside Lothlorien was the one whom had defeated him in a duel, Aragorn. He dismounted his horse, not taking it inside the Citadel as he had Arken the Draug, and as politely as he could (being of course filled with wrath) announced that he sought an audience with the King of Gondor.

[Envin]

Aragorn returned to his throne room at a veritable loss, after his sorrowing confrontation with Dindaedel. He sought solace in his duties, and was surprised when his guards informed him that the Lord of Lorien awaited his pleasure. So swiftly ordered that the Elflord be led in.

"Ashuron!" Aragorn exclaimed as the tall Elf entered. "To what do I owe this honor? I trust that naught is amiss..."

[Faron]

Ashuron tossed a small bag onto the floor, and upon contact its upper flap opened to reveal a black powder. "That is amiss," Ashuron said. "That's ash, taken from the beautiful forests of Lorien which were burned to the ground, a crime against Yavanna herself, mother of the forests, commited by Morsereg Dindaedel, the Lord of Angmar. Now I've come here to ask you to join in arms with Lorien as I lead an assault on these cursed northern lands."

[Envin]

Aragorn stood, his heart rising to his throat. He stammered in a search for words, but none came to his lips. He sank to his seat again. Finally he spoke.

"How art thou certain of the culprit of this heinous act? Could it be that some other power is responsible for this crime? For I very deeply wonder whether of not Dindaedel is behind this calamity. Was the act observed in the doing? I have it from ... reliable sources that Morsereg's eye lies upon other lands and other conquests. There is no doubt at all?"

[Faron]

"I do admit, I was a tad more worried about the safety of my kin and forests than pursueing this accursed creature. A hooded creature entered my burning woods after his goblin hordes. When I approached him, ready to deal out punishment in Yavanna's place, he wounded my wolfen companion, Arken, and took flight, leaving me only with the words of a Tree-Burner (which in itself is among Lorien's greatest sins) that he was none other than Morsereg Dindaedel. Now, what counsel can you give me that it was not this Dindaedel that sinned against the Spirit of Lothlorien?"

[Envin]

"I shall take thee into mine deepest confidence, Ashuron, for I know thee to be a noble Lord. My counsel is this: I have known Dindaedel from of old, and ever has he gone about with his head held high and his hair rippling in the breeze. And he does not slink away in cowardice - nay, he holds forth, proud of his doings. And I know, oh I know more than any on this earth, that his designs are not leaning toward the Golden Wood."

Aragorn sighed, rose, and began to pace about the hall. In his exasperation he drew his sword and swung it about, lunging and striking at unseen foes.

"Ashuron, Morsereg has kidnapped my wife. He has stolen Arwen, and she is imprisoned upon another plane of existence, until I aid Angmar in destroying Mordor. For have ye not heard? There is black blood between the realms, for their lords, the brothers, quarrel. Morsereg's whole thought is bent upon the destruction of Alcorad, and I am assured that he has little time for a fruitless essay into Lorien. Alcorad, however, has naught to lose and all the more to gain by casting suspicion upon his brother. I would ask ye to think heavily upon what I have said, and yet tell no one that I am in league with Angmar. I loathe it myself, but Alcorad is a common enemy, and ... Dindaedel has my wife.

It was forsooth my design to call and ask for thy allegiance in this battle against Alcorad. If thou wouldst find the truth of the culprit of this attack, then remain in Minas Tirith some few days, for ere long Morsereg will return to finalize our plans. Ye may inquire of him then. And if he is behind the burnings, then ye may have it out with him then, and if he is not, then perhaps ye may wish to turn thy wrath into alliance with us, and sally forth for revenge."

[Faron]

"The Eyes of Lorien have of late been turned inwards, for in the wake of the Elven Exodus at the end of the last War, our power weakens, bit by bit. Thus, I have not been able to detect this 'Black Blood' as you call it. Nonetheless, I will remain here until Dindaedel returns so that I may come to the root of this matter. Rest assured, weakened or not, the only army that can fight fiercer than the Golden Woods is that of the Woods when takeing revenge upon a Tree-Killer. Once the identity of this demon is confirmed, he shall be destroyed quickly, under the holy judgement of Lothlorien!"