Sailing into Dar

[Feanor]

Feanor stood on deck of his ship. In the distance he could cleary make out the Port of Dar. His Noldor Warriors stood below deck tense. The sun was rising slowly chasing the ship into Port. The gusts speeding it over the open sea. Feanor walked to the bow of the ship gripping the railing. His eyes blazed in anger as he thought of this Saeren. He had come here at first to find this man. They had shared a similar dream. An Empire for the Noldor. However what he had not known was that his son Maglor was with Saeren. Maglor. The another reason for his return. Everyone had heard the sad story of Maglor. Feanor had felt the terrible guilt for his Son. After all these years it had never eased. It only became stronger with every passing moon. " Drop anchor!" Feanor shouted as the ship pulled into Port. The order was executed and Feanor looked up at the crows nest." You may come down, Melkor Spawn." He shouted. He had seldom used her name, constanly refering to her as Spawn.

Feanor then went down below deck picking the three Noldor who had been his Guard so long ago during Dagor-nuin-Giliath. They had died alongside him and like Feanor, had been reborn in Aman. Still loyal as ever to the Noldor. The four Noldor came up to deck and gave the order to lower the ramp. It dropped with a heavy thud and the group walked from the ship. All tall, sleek, and dark haired. They seemed to all be brothers, however the Noldor leading them stood out. He gave off a passionite heat. Something unseen, only felt. Something that had made him a legend. His burning eyes scanned the crowd as they entered the port. The mortals who stood in the way of the Noldor found themselves moving without even meaning to. Something about the group made them hasten to be out of there way.

Feanor had not waited for Rána. There agreement had been to get her to Harad and she would someday return a debt. No matter what he asked. With his part over he was happy to be away from her. The four Noldor quickly made there way through the Port and contiuned on there way. They were headed for the Palace. Where Feanor knew he could find Saeren. Where he could find Maglor. The mortals who watched the passing of the Noldor starred in awe. They were far more handsome then any other creatures they had seen walking the streets of the Port. Other then Saeren and the ones who served him of course. The armor they wore was very old and very beaeutiful. Feanor however ignored the stares, his eyes never leaving the large marble Palace.

[Rána]

Rána darted off the ship, scampering after Feanor like a forgotten puppy. She had forgotten how much she had hated sea travel but it had been the quickest way to get to Dar. Once she had left the dock she regained her regal posture and followed Feanor and his warriors toward the palace.

[Rûdhon]

So did a greenish mist depart from the ship, it moved quietly in shadows until it came upon a brown bearded man that wore heavy robes that had a hood, it was perfect for him, so Rûdhon appeared before the man on a dark alley. He cast a dark spell that killed man without harming him yet leaving a dead body, the wight turned into mist once more and entered the man`s body trough his mouth. Soon the man blinked his eyes and got up, he had a blank expression on his face as he followed Feanor, his warriors and Ràna towards the residence of Saeren.

It was going to be most intrueging and also Rûdhon could learn much more of this family conflict as it almost appeared to be, he would know whom could be exploited at their weakest for his cause all tough Saeren and he had a deal.

[Lebennen]

Down the sloping road, which ran down from the palace above the port, six riders rode, lead by Lebennen, all wore the long scarlet cloaks of the Bloodguard, with their full faced , red-plumed helms.
Raising a gauntletted a hand for the others to rein in, Lebennen alone rode forward.
His eyes swept over the Noldor, admiring this almost profligate display of splendid Edhel presence, which had caused the onlookers to fall silent. Briefly, he glanced at Rana, whom he had seen before, without interest, and with a greater interest he discerned another presence here, unliving and powerful, but his attention was fully on the Noldor.

'' Aiya, Feanor Finweion, Vandë omentaina '' ( hail and well met ) Lebennen said, in flawless Quenya. '' My lord Saeren bids thee greeting, I will escort you to him, '' He swung his mount across the path, in readiness.

[Feanor]

His eyes burned brightly as the Warriors on horseback descended down upon him. Feanor had hoped that Saeren himself would be his greeter, then again how often did Kings come to greet guests. As one of the Warriors came forward Feanor turned to his Noldor Guard." Esta sinome. Amin nauva auta yeste', amin merna quen ho." Feanor said gently before turning back to the Warrior now infront of him. At the greeting Feanors eyes locked with that of the mounted Warrior, no words being exchanged. After several seconds of quiet Feanor stepped forward and trailed the mount. The burning in his soul was growing hotter every step he took towards the palace. Every step was one more to Maglor. His lost son. What if Maglor did not want to come however? What if he wanted to stay here in Harad with Saeren instead of traveling North with his Father? The very question burned Feanor. That wouldn't happen. Maglor would surely want to be with his Father after all these years. The nagging doubt in the back of Feanors mind was crushed by a wave on internal flames as he thought on. Not even thinking as the Bloodguard rode around him up the road towards the magnificent Palace.

[Rûdhon]

Rûdhon watched Lebennen with a calm face and examined this puppet of Saeren`s whom apparently was one of his liutenants, such a sad case like Rûdhon was his father, the accursed. Traitors both, fallen to the promises of the dark lords and should have Rûdhon known of the betrayal before it came he would have been the first to join it. His eyes turned around showing only the white part as he walked forth after Feanor and Ràna.

He knew what thoughts troubled Feanor, what if this quest was to be in vain and Saeren had come to control Maglor like he had come to control Lebennen? Saeren was gathering something that he had never had and Rûdhon could only watch with interest as it began to grow. He learned from the dark lord himself of the fact that Saeren could not have children, he had everything else, but the very basis of life that everyone have, even the lowest peasants, a family. Rûdhon speeded up his walking to walk side by side with Feanor into the palace.

[Lebennen]

The escort passed through great iron-wrought gates, into a ward, where the sound of smithwork echoed, and the crisp commands of soldiers being drilled somewhere out of sight, through a gate in another wall, they came to the inner ward. The horses were lead away, as Saeren trod up the main steps, passing through marbled halls, where urns as tall as a man and tinted statues stood in alcoves, two double doors, flanked by guards, were swung open into a high, wide chamber, a colonnade running one length of it, looking out onto watered gardens.
here was a chair on a raised dais, but it was plain an unadorned as Saerens black snakeskin clothing.
Lebennen halted, and saluted, his red plumed helmet dipping.
'' My lord, Feanor of the House of Finwe, '' with a smooth motion he stepped back, standing against the wall.

[Saeren]

The great chamber was, for some moments, almost utterly silent. Saeren, his golden eyes intent, rose, and took the three shallow steps down from the dais.
So this was Feanor. Saeren had not been born til after the great Noldo died, but he had come to know , that in his deepest heart, Morgoth had feared the House of Finwe, and its descendants. he had always gone halt of one foot after his battle with this ones brother and had sent Gothmog specifically to kill Finwe , Fingolfins son in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.

Looking at Feanor was to look at what the Firstborn of Eru were supposed to be. But there was , in him, Saeren saw, such and uncontrolled blaze, that it had also been his death, impulsiveness, and impatience, and arrogance that could be self destructive, and had been . And it did not seem to him, as if death, or the Halls of Waiting, had in any way tempered or calmed that wildfire. All the sons of Feanor had had this, so it was said. Maglors had indeed been tested in the fires of grief, torture and self hatred, and dimmed to smouldering embers - until recently, when he himself had thrown on the oil which made that slumbering fire burst forth once more. Oh by the Void, what could one do with an army of such Noldor, Saeren thought with the passion of his youth, when he had had to fight against them. The guards, in their crimson and bronze, lined the walls like blind statues, - the best of the Bloodguard, tall and honed by brutal training, they were eclipsed entirely by the radiant power of the Eldar.
'' Welcome , Curufinwe, son of Finwe, how can the son of Sauron help the greatest of the Noldo? '' This was said with a perfectly straight face. His golden eyes had taken in Morgoths get, trailing Feanor like a gull caught in the wake of a great ship , that did not surprise him, Rana probably wanted to sleep with him, he thought with amusement, recalling her very blunt and clumsy offer to him, but she would doubtless always hang around powerful men if she could - and Rudhon. '' You er... keep... interesting company, '' he gestured. '' Sit. take wine, ''

[Rûdhon]

Rûdhon chuckled quietly to himself for the last words of Saeren, flesh and bode were not enough to disguise him from Saeren nor did Rûdhon ever expect it to. Rûdhon hoped that Saeren would remember their agreement to to mention the terms that it was not to be told to anyone nor was any kind of betrayal allowed. Should they have problem in another case that would be so yet in that case nothing outside problems shouldn`t appear for Rûdhon was not willing to risk his escape from his torment.

Saeren lived in his glorious palace, surrounded by wealth and all he needed, he owned the very basic things. They could all taste the meat that they ate, the wine that they drank, smell the scents in the air and feel their own flesh. Patience was greatly required of Rûdhon in moments such as this, in the past he would have drawn his sword and tried to eradicate everyone that he envied for they could not even imagine his pain.

"By that you are refering to me I presume?"

Rûdhon asked with a slight smile as he sat down, he quietly looked at the wine for should he take it and pour it into the mouth of this body it wouldn`t even taste. It was nothing for him, it gave no pleasure nor drunkened him, the sight of others drinking it before him was like someone was laughing straight at his face.

[Saeren]

Saeren laughed softly, '' You at least are or were Noldo, no, I am referring to her, '' he gestured at Rana, '' No elf ever loathed Melkor, with so much passion, calling him Morgoth, the Black Foe of the World, as Feanor, the son of Finwe. To see Morgoths get in his company is what amuses me, '' He had his own reasons for loathing Morgoth, and he had been insulted that Rana had offered herself to him, he always chose his own women.
Slaves came with wine, and departed on slippered feet, somewhere, a lyre was being played, a peaceful counterpoint to an atmosphere pregnant with clouds of storm.