Meduseld

[Raithen Anar]

' Oh, I am the King of Harad, ' his voice smiled as if he made a not-very-amusing jest,
' I come from the south, the far south, with an interest in the noble horses of Calenarhon, my lady, for the horses I know are smaller and lighter, desert bred. Few know more about horses than the Rohirrim, that is well known all over Middle Earth ' He pushed back his hair releasing a spilled flurry of molten hair, the blazing pupils-less eyes of white-gold fire, but spoke on as a person with a deformity will do, to ease the one who might feel embarrassed. Although he had lived too long like this to care , he was not the only startling looking person on Middle Earth.
' Yet it is also said you never sell your horses, for they are dear to you as your own families, '

[Anwyn]

Anwyn fought to contain her surprise that one would be as so brazen to enter her halls and annouce himself as the leader of Harad. Even more so when he pushed back his hood revealing his true apperance, with a small cry of surprise she took a step backwards, foot catching on her underskirt and she fell though her eyes were never able to leave him and her mouth was slightly agasp. The guards of the hall started to rush to her aid but she halted them with the smallest of gestures, they lowered there weapons but did not retreat. For what had happened in Rohan lately, there was much reason to be on constant guard.

"Yes" Anwyn answeared, stammering slightly "Our Horses are as Kin to us, Not something to be given lightly. For some horses choose there rider, and not the rider the horse"

[Raithen Anar]

He proferred a hand to help her up, courtesously, ' So I have been told, lady. You will notice I did not offer to purchase them. But perhaps we could speak of theoretically, breeding the desert horses to these larger and stronger ones, - and what the offspring would be like, ' he glanced at the guards with a faint smile, as if asking why they were so alert and jumpy. It would perhaps be something he might do, walk into some-one presence and kill them, but he had no desire to, it was not any part of his plan

[Anwyn]

Anwyn hesitantly reached for his hand and got to her feet, unsure wether to feel foolish or frightned, so she settled for both, though she was also deeply intrigued by this man for he was far different from anyone she had ever met in her young life. "Guards, Lay down your arms" Her voice was clear and crisp not betraying her true emotions as she had been taught. The guards reluctantly holstered there weapons and returning to there posts.

"I applogize for my rudeness, and I do emplore your forgiveness" Anwyn said lowering her head to the man as a sign of humilty. "King..." her voice trailed off as she it dawned upon her as she realized that he had not given his name "I am most curious as to why you would wish to breed your fine desert horses to the Rohirrim stock of heavy horse, Though" she mused, thinking upon this for she had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, particualry relating back to horses "That would make a most pleasing mount for one that values speed and stamania"

[Boobers]

From outside of fair Meduseld came the slight unnerve of some of the Royal Guard as a large ominous figure ascended the finely crafted stairs of Rohan's hall. The guards began to hold out their spears but the man appeared to be harmless. He wore a large loin cloth of animal hide and had a long brown shaggy beard that seemed to engulf his face. He was a swarthy, portly man with a large belly and two large man-breasts.

He had just bathed in the spring before Meduseld and soiled the fine fountain with his dirt and grime, treating it as no more than a random stream. His body now glistened magestically in the bright sun of Rohan, his fat rippling at the pits of his arms and a bit of excess fat drooping ever so slightly over his loin cloth in Enedwaithian bliss.

He stepped into Anwyn's throne hall, oblivious to all that was happening between the Lady of Rohan and King of Harad. Everything was a mystery to him and he calmly surveyed the high rafters of the hall with a content smile upon his face as water dripped down like a metronome from his hairy legs.

[Anwyn]

Even as Anwyn spoke with the King of Harad her eyes began to move beyond him as a most pecuiliar man entered the hall. Squitning in the dim light she quickly looked away again "Guards" she said carefully "Would you please assist this man in locating his...garments?"

[Boobers]

Boobers smiled as his beedy eyes found their way to the beautiful woman and even as the guards began to hesitantly approach him, not knowing as rather to brandish their weapons feircely or attempt to clothe the strange vagabond by force -although that wasn't what they wanted- and so they hesitantly stepped forward sending wayward glances towards their comrades in an effort to urge them ahead to the man so as they could remove the small peice of cloth that seperated his manhood from the sorrowful eyes of the spectators.

He ran away from the guards quickly towards Anwyn, the fat build around his legs shaking as his legs made impact with the ground. As Anwyn became preoccupied with the man's presence beside her throne, the guards took that chance to retreat back to the shadows of the hall as to escape their queen's notice and releive themselves of a most undesirable job.

Boobers brought a dirty hand to Anwyn's golden hair in a joyful manner and began to play with it, shaking it up and down as he became more and more intrigued by the soft texture and natural shine. "Pretty!" he shouted in a deep voice, stroking a dirty finger up and down the once clean locks of golden hair.

[Raithen Anar]

Raithens' attention had been riveted to the large man as soon as he entered, he did not think he was dangerous, although there was enough muscle under the fat to probably hurt. But in his army , fat was anathema, none of his Eagles sported excess flesh, actually, in Harad only the rich did, Harad was a land that pared flesh from bone.
' Ahh..perhaps we could continue this conversation somewhere ...less crowded? ' he asked, for the Hall was certainly looking crowded with this one in it.
He wondered if his apparently, joyful fondling of the Lady's hair would earn him one less hand, for he did not doubt Anwyn could wield a sword with facility.
' This would not be your court jester, lady? '

[Anwyn]

"No, he certainly would not be"

Anwyn replied as she tried to claim back her tresses and untangle the mans hands from. Glimpsing about the hall she saw that the guards had made themselves sacarce, she scowled for a moment. There would certainly be far more unpleaseant duties in there future than having to dress this man.

Conteplating dealing with him on her own terms, she decided against this for it would appear that this one did not have all of his faculties about him, for if any other had attempted to touch her in such a way they would find themselves relieved of the offending appedendages.

Casting an applogetic look towards the King "We may speak in private quaters in my study, Please allow a moment to deal with this one" Turning her attention to the unapprochiately clothed...or unclothed rather. Not particuarly willing to touch him she laid the tips of her fingers upon his shoulders attempting to re-direct him, as though the slightest contanct could burn with his skin "Come on good sir, Lets sit by the fire and warm yourself" while she averted her eyes, it was not proper for her to see a man in such a state of undress.


Leading the man to a chair by the fire where he could dry himself, she turned away her fingers held ackwardly as though she had just touched something most unclean. Turning back the King of Harad she managed a small ackward smile "Please, This way" she said motioning to a wooden door frame leading them into a simple quaters of a wooden table and chairs.

[Raithen Anar]

' Perhaps yu would like to lave your hands first, ' he said, fastidious himself, although not concerned when up to the eyes in blood, stinking swamp water, and droning mosquitos, he nevertheless was a cleanly person, by nature.

[Anwyn]

"Yes, Excuse me for just one moment" Anwyn said quietly leaving him alone and rushing into a more private quaters where one of the more thoughtful servants awaited her with a basin of water "If you would be so kind" Anwyn said casually washing her hands in the warm water "As to let the guards know that I seek a word with them when I am finished speaking to our guest" the woman bowed her head and there was the faintest hint of a smirk on her thin lips. Washing her hands upon a fresh linen and tucking a few stray strands of hair that had fallen into her face back into place she hurried back through the hall to where she had left the King slowing to a collected walk before entering the room and taking a seat.

"So I am to understand that you wish to breed your Mares with the Stallions of my herd?" she asked curiously.

[Raithen Anar]

Raithen was looking at the great tapestry of Eorl and Felarof, as Anywn returned, and glanced around, giving her his full attention, from blazing eyes which could never be read,
' An interesting proposition, do you not think? They might not have the height of the horses of Calenhardon, but they would be versatile, strong, and quick. Perhaps we could..... collude in this, out of interest, merely, if I bring some mares to your land? '