It has been nigh on two hundred fifty years since the destruction of the Ring and peace thrives in Middle Earth. Men, dwarves, elves, and hobbits live side by side in harmony, or do they?
The Elves disappeared from Middle Earth nearly two hundred ye...
"Only the king has permission to dismiss the guard." Harding countered.
"My father had given me permission to dismiss you on this occasion for both your insubordination and for sending word first to the council of an intruder. It states, by law, that all who enter Minas Tirith must be made known first to the king before allowed to go further. Your room is being emptied as I speak. Go collect your things and leave your badge with me."
On the verge of tears Harding ripped his badge from his uniform and placed it in the princesses open hand and stormed off. The princess turned to the men around her.
"You will know who your captain is by morning tomorrow. Back to your stations." Armor clanking, the men hurried to obey her order. The princess turned to Illeandir, the glare on her face did not soften. "You have committed a capital offense against the kingdom of Gondor, one that cannot be forgiven lightly." she said. Illeandir sighed and rose to his feet, towering above the princess. Her blue eyes widen and she took a step back.
"You looked much smaller on the ground." she said, awe slipped into her voice. Illeandir smiled uneasily.
"I did not know that Gondor had fallen on such hard times. Had I known your trouble I would have never come."
"Who are you?"
"I am who I am and no one else." Illeandir said. "I wish to see your father. He is an old friend of mine."
"My father has many old friends, but none appear as you do. What is your name." the princess asked.
"I am Illeandir Naharia Alfýkin. A name few know me by."
"It's you!" she gasped in surprise. "My father spoke often of you. He did not know if you were still alive."
Illeandir laughed. "It takes more than an attack to kill me." His mood darkened as he remembered that fateful day.
"I will escort you to my father personally." The princess lost all of her hardness and turned from a woman to a girl. She walked quickly to the gate leading into the first tier of the citadel. "My name is Nara by the way." she threw over her shoulder. Illeandir hastily grabbed his weapons and in a matter of seconds had hidden his knives, sheathed his sword, and slung his bow over his back and followed Nara through the first gate and into the city.
As she led him through the city she explained what everything was with great enthusiasm. The city had changed since Illeandir had last visited though in many ways it was still the same. People greeted Nara by name and she did likewise, often times inquiring of some detail of their lives that would be insignificant to another but held great importance in that person's life. Illeandir admired the trees and other growth that thrived amid the stone houses and paved roads. Many of the trees had grown to be thrice the size they were when Minas Tirith had been repaired by both the dwarves and elves and men that lived within its walls.
They arrived shortly at the sixth tier which housed the House of Healing and swiftly passed through onto the seventh tier and the hall of the king. Nara nodded to the guards that stood guard around the White Tree. They didn't move except to let their eyes follow the pair to the door leading into the Great Hall. Two more guards stood before the doors and, at a word from the princess, opened the massive doors.
Lining the walls to the throne were the statues of every Gondorian king. They stood regal and proud, staring across the marbled floor with cold, dead eyes. Illeander shivered and looked away from the long dead kings to the living king; Eldarion, son of Aragorn, King of Gondor.
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And Illeandir is now out of trouble. Or is he? Rest assured our elf will soon find himself over his head in trouble. Because why not?
What do you think of Nara? Did I come on to strong with her or was that okay? Here's her picture.
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I'm trying to get as far as I can in this story before marching band starts which is in Thursday because after that starts I won't have a lot of time on my hands. And then school starts after that and I'll have even less time! Yay. Not.
