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(Archive) The Fellowship of the Sword 70 - The Second Piece


Short Summary: The Fellowship recovers the second piece of the shard from Elrond Half-Elven
Date (real-life): 2001-02-02
Scene Location: Rivendell
 February 1, 2001

Elrond's Study
Large windows look out towards the west in this neatly maintained room. No dust has collected on the books and papers carefully shelved and stacked here. The papers on the highest shelf are as clean as the papers lying on top of the desk. Rich calligraphy and intricate tapestries hang on the walls. And the walls themselves are beautifully polished hardwood. A large and finely made hardwood desk against one wall dominates the room, and several comfortable chairs are spaced out against the other walls, and under the windows.
Contents:
Indilzar
Elrond
Obvious exits:
Hallway and EB


[Elrond(#25854)]
A summer's night, warm and humid, has descended upon the Valley, and many folk are walking about through the Hallways, yet it is not as busy as usual. Away from the noises, sits the Herdir behind his desk, scribbling upon a scroll. The huge window to the outside has been opened, and fresh air drifts up from the Bruinen, refreshing the entire room and those therein. Taking a deep breath, the Peredhel halts his writing for a moment, and sits back in his chair, closing his eyes.


[Indilzar(#10108)]
A knock comes on the study door.

The door, being somewhat open already opens more. There stand two Men of the South: Indilzar and Arnafel. It is Indilzar who speaks first, "You summoned us Lord Elrond?"


[Elrond(#25854)]
His eyes open quickly at the words of the newly arrived: a gaze of the purest grey, silvery flecks swirling around deep pools of black, settles upon the two figures. "Aye, so I had. You had requested to see me, or was I misinformed?", Elrond says in a slow, darkened, yet powerful tone.


[Indilzar(#10108)]
Stepping inside the black knight of Belfalas bows like a courtier, "We have Lord Elrond and we thank you."

[Arnafel(#29017)]
The second of the two Men -- tall and clad all in azure and argent -- bows even as does his comrade. Yet, he is silent for now, clear gaze intent upon the Half-Elven.


[Elrond(#25854)]
Dismissing the thank you with his right hand and a shake of his head, the Half-Elven rises to his full height. He stands slightly taller than the humans now; clad in the purest of whites is he today, a silvery brooch shaped like a star gracing his clothing. "No thank you is necessary, mellyn. Speak then, and tell me what it is you wish to know."


[Indilzar(#10108)]
Indilzar for a moment glances up into the eyes of Elrond. He then says, "It has been told to us that in your possession is a piece of the sword called Anaril. The sword that Anarion bore in the War of the Last Alliance. Is this so?"


[Arnafel(#29017)]
And now, the Silver Knight stirs -- forth he steps, laying a hand lightly upon Indilzar's arm in passing, ere inclining his brow to the Half-Elven:

"Perhaps it would be well if we spoke of why we ask this of you, Master Elrond...if you do not know it already. Across many leagues, from the South we have come to seek your counsel -- thus we were bidden by Denethor son of Ecthelion, wise among Men. For a great wrong has been done to our lord, Imrahil the fair, and we seek to redress it."


[Indilzar(#10108)]
Indilzar nods grimly, "The Prince of Dol Amroth has drank deep the dregs of woe m'lord."


[Elrond(#25854)]
"I had heard rumours about your curiosity about ancient matters, and about more recent matters involving the Prince of the South. So I was told by my kin who spoke to you...", the Peredhel says. "Please, I'd like to hear this story from you yourselves first, before I answer any questions."


[Indilzar(#10108)]
Indilzar motions to Arnafel, "Speak of it Arnafel and I shall stand hard by."


[Arnafel(#29017)]
Head bowed as if in thought, the Isilrim stands in deep silence for a time -- and then he stirs, "Let it be so."

"But a year past, our lord, Imrahil the fair rode forth on a great hunt, and with him went his greatest champions. But alas for the Doom which bade Amrothos the Swift, son of the Prince, to ride with his father! For before the Company came a fey beast...a great stag all of white...and it let the ill-fated hunters ever forth, until they came even unto the dread Stone of Erech, symbol of an oath broken in the deeps of time. And in that hour, the heavens darkened and a chill wind blew, for a fell shade was summoned forth from the eternal damnation. And desperate to win his freedom, he the Prince's son to suffer with him -- until the curse set upon him should be broken. And this, Master Elrond, can be done only by the blade of he who banished him to this torment -- Anarion, son of Elendil the Tall, who was slain before the walls of Barad-Dur!"


Feandril has arrived.


[Indilzar(#10108)]
Indilzar nods gravely, "Yet this blade has been broken asunder. Already we have recovered one piece of the blade from the Dwarves of Erebor. Now we seek succour in our need. Please Master Elrond, help us and let the son of Imrahil be free once more so that he may sit by his father's side in white-walled Dol Amroth by the sea."


[Feandril(#13377)]
There is a faint knock on the door, just before a tall woman clad all in white steps in, seeming a slight bit breathless, maybe, a few sheets of parchment in one hand. "I fear I have been caught up, Hir, I.." breaking off, the Saeleth Feandril eyes the two humans present in the Herdir's study, and she nods slightly before going on, turned towards Elrond, "You called for me?"


[Elrond(#25854)]
Silence follows after the words from the Isilrim, and then comes a first reaction by the Peredhel. A silver brow furrows, and his forehead creases. "Truly, tragedy fell on the royal family that day. Now, you ask me about Anarion, and about his blade...I will begin to say that it is not in *my* possesion. It does not grace my side, it never has, yet it does grace the....", the Herdir suddenly halts mid-sentence, his gaze darting towards the door. "Ah, Saeleth, do come in. The rumours from the South have reached my Study..."


[Arnafel(#29017)]
And again the Isilrim bows in the manner of the Men of Gondor -- to the elven lady this time. Yet, he says naught, for it is as if that which Elrond left unspoken trembles in the air -- and it will save Amrothos...or seal his doom.


[Indilzar(#10108)]
Indilzar stands on the side. His sharp grey eyes look upon Feandril and he steps back and silently watching.


[Feandril(#13377)]
"The news from the South.." Feandril nods, slowly. "It would seem so." Saying nothing more, she moves to stand at Elrond's side, placing the bits of parchment she had been holding on his desk, and then nods to her Hir, taking a step back, hands folding in front of her, but she certainly does not miss a single word of what is spoken.


[Elrond(#25854)]
"Where was I? Oh, yes, the sword...Not in my possesion I said, though it does grace the Valley's peaceful grounds...", the Herdir speaks, his features set grim and serious, his gaze focused upon Arnafel.
He turns about-face for a moment, seeking eye-contact with the Saeleth. Flashes of a strange silver swirl in his eyes now, and they are set dreamily, yet intensely bright and clear.


[Arnafel(#29017)]
"You have set us a riddle, lord."

With furrowed brow, the Isilrim regards the Master of Imladris, "For is this Valley not yours? And therefore, is not all that is in it, yours to command?"


[Indilzar(#10108)]
Indilzar glances over at Arnafel for a moment, "Indeed, as Arnafel says."


[Feandril(#13377)]
Nodding slightly at Elrond's glance, Feandril keeps her own gaze dispassionate, answering with a level glance of her own. In the end, she nods again, and who knows what has been spoken without words between the two elves..


[Elrond(#25854)]
Switching his gaze back to the human, a light laugh rolls from the Herdir's lips. "Yes and no...", he states. "This Valley is mine, yet not all that is in it is at my command. And matters as ancient as this one you speak of are resting in my Valley, safe from any foul thoughts that might touch it. The blade of Anarion is at peace in the Forges, and I do not command it."


[Indilzar(#10108)]
Indilzar says, "Now indeed the riddle is given. For how might we come by this blade of old and if so, how may we take it so that we may return to our native home and save the Prince's son?"


Thorondur opens the door from the hall and steps in.
Thorondur has arrived.


[Feandril(#13377)]
Still not saying a word, Feandril takes a step forward again, to stand at Elrond's side, her face calm, still.. waiting for Elrond's words before speaking herself.


[Elrond(#25854)]
Elrond sighs. "You wish to take it...Yet my Valley protects it now. Mighty this blade is, once it is reforged, and you will take it South, to lands more evil?" Again the Herdir gazes at the Saeleth, and motions for her to take another step closer. "Saeleth, share your thoughts with them."


[Thorondur(#23126)]
Now from without the door of the study is opened once more, and beneath that gentle arch passes a third of the High Men, tall and fair. Clad all in white after the fashion of the Elves who have garbed him, the Sindar, Thorondur Edrahil -- Elf-Friend to this very House -- has joined his companions at last.


[Indilzar(#10108)]
"We do not wish to take it Lord Elrond," says Indilzar, "but fate has guided us hence and we have a charge and duty to do. Solemn and grim it is. Never before has so many of the South come this way since the days of the Kings."


[Arnafel(#29017)]
"And also, lord" -- quiet, yet clear, the Isilrim speaks; and in that courteous speech may be discerned the manner of even the Firstborn -- "where evil gathers ever more thickly, is not the need for the blade also greater thither?"

And he falls silent then, incling his brow in greeting to Thorondur.


[Indilzar(#10108)]
Indilzar turns and inclines his head to Thorondur, "Hail Lord Herald."


[Elrond(#25854)]
"I have my own duty, mellon...", the Peredhel states simply, to Indilzar. "If you do not wish to take it, what is it you want with it then?" As the door opens once more, the Herdir turns about-face, and a smile touches his pale lips. "Thorondur, mae govannen, mellon."


[Thorondur(#23126)]
"Lords," Thorondur greets his companions, simply; to Elrond and to Elladan, his own friend of old, he inclines his head gravely -- and no word is there spoken, but none need be. Only a faint and pleasant smile, as of relief long-sought and wished-for found at last.


[Feandril(#13377)]
"Never that many, most certainly true." The counsellor's voice is clear as she steps closer to Elrond once more, "Yet this is not quite convincing to me. If numbers make for reasons in the lands of the South these days, then.." breaking off as the Herdir speaks again, she simply nods to Thorondur, and falls silent.


[Indilzar(#10108)]
Indilzar looks to Elrond and says, "We must take it Lord and it is as I said, to break the bonds of a curse of long ago. For by it will the Green Knight be paid his ransom and the son of Imrahil shall return among the living."


[Thorondur(#23126)]
"Say not that we must take it," Thorondur says softly to his sworn brother, Indilzar, while looking to Elrond, "but rather that we are forced to ask this boon, by the weight of sorrow and of doom itself."


[Indilzar(#10108)]
Indilzar smiles with mirthless mirth, "It is a matter of semantics."


[Elrond(#25854)]
Elrond turns to his Saeleth. "What do you think of this, Feandril?" Elrond Peredhel's gaze is intense, focused upon the figure of the Counsellor.


[Thorondur(#23126)]
Gently Thorondur shakes his head. "It is more than a matter of semantics, Indilzar," he says, drawing closer to these other Dunedain, for a moment. "There is a weight upon all words spoken here, ancient and not to be trifled with; the leaguer of old betwixt Elves and Men now rests upon the shoulders of all in this room."


[Feandril(#13377)]
"I think that semantics sometimes weigh heavy." Feandril replies with a slight sharp undertone in her voice. "And even did they not.. if you say you must take it, Adan, it seems the decision is made already. This, I would not know of."


[Thorondur(#23126)]
"If my friend and sworn brother in arms speaks harshly, Master Elrond," Thorondur says now, looking to the Half-Elven and to Feandril as well, "know that he is a warrior, first and foremost, and the ways of words are not his favoured tool. Yet he speaks in the only way he can, for our Prince's son is taken, and we all have sworn oaths to see him delievered again to safety."


[Indilzar(#10108)]
"I can speak for myself Lord Herald," says Indilzar grimly.
He then steps forth, "We come in need. If by it you wish of us to beg, we shall do so. If by it you wish us to plea our case, we shall do so. If by it you shall have do aught, we shall do so. For we have all been charged to recover the shards of Anaril. This is for no light purpose but to save a frail mortal. A boy in years as if a flower that has been cut-off ere blooming. Come now, there is no argument here. It is a thing we need not for power or wealth for we know not of how this sword if it were so would aid us in that need. Nay, we come to rescue the bright-eyed Amrothos."


[Elrond(#25854)]
"And why would this Green Knight need an object of such power? Anarion's blade...Are no other means to pay the ransom? Gold, silver...mithril?", the Herdir softly says, as if speaking to himself. "Thorondur, you are a wise man and a friend of my House, and you have my trust. But truly, giving you the shard of the sword that is in my Valley, is just too dangerous. You might need it, but the Enemy would certainly seek it if it were so nearby. A mountainrange separates your lands from Evil." The Half-Elven's grey eyes speak of sadness thinly veiled. Hearing the words from Indilzar, the Herdir chin is raised almost instinctively, and the sadness drifts from his eyes immediately. "A sword in trade for a child..." And then, he sighs again.


[Thorondur(#23126)]
"By the power of this sword will we slay the wight," Thorondur says at last, into the silence and the wake of the ancient's sigh. "Nay, it will fall not into the hands of Evil, for I will see it shattered again ere this can be so." Solemnly, Thorondur swears it, stepping forward.
"I pledge you this by the friendship I bear you and your kinsmen, Master Elrond," he says, "if only you will aid us in saving the soul of this boy."


[Feandril(#13377)]
Feandril shakes her head at Indilzar's little speech. "You misunderstand." she says, "We ask no begging. The word will be yea or nay, but this matter has to be considered." Falling silent, she turns to Elrond again, listening quietly, calmly.


[Indilzar(#10108)]
But Indilzar is silent and watchful. He simply nods his head in courtesy to Feandril.

[Arnafel(#29017)]
A swift glance -- one to the Lord-Herald -- and even though the Knight-Admiral speaks no word to him, there is much that passes thither. And forth he steps then, proud and lordly even as the Black Knight; yet his speech is calmer far, and grave:

"If it is this which gives you cause for worry lord, then the blade will be returned here for safekeeping after its work is done. This price we are willing to pay for the life of Amrothos."

And a deep breath he takes then, and for a heartbeat he is silent. Until: "And if need be, then I will bear Anaril alone to this vale, though dark doom and death should bar the way. This I swear by the One and the Seven."


[Indilzar(#10108)]
Indilzar clears his throat and says, "Be wary Arnafel. Swear not oaths until all is done."


[Thorondur(#23126)]
The Herald looks then to his companion, the Knight-Admiral, and nods his silent approval, though Indilzar warns against it; in that fair and lordly countenance is an unspoken resolve that might rival the strength of diamonds. But in the end all must rest upon Elrond, and his word--

[Arnafel(#29017)]
"And yet, Bragollach", Arnafel replies, "...if it is an oath which is needed to save Amrothos, then it must be sworn."


[Indilzar(#10108)]
"But Elrond has not pronounced his doom yet," says Indilzar, "be not so hasty to swear an oath that you may not have to."


[Feandril(#13377)]
"An oath sworn lightly might be one kept hard." Feandril interjects calmly. "And one not necessary at all, it may prove." Her face is unreadable as she turns to search the Hir's gaze and hold it with her own for a moment.

[Arnafel(#29017)]
"If the Master of Rivendell does not need this oath" -- still and somber the Isilrim stands; yet, the faintest hint of a smile fleets across his visage as he glances to the Bragollach and Feandril, "Then he will not ask it of me. Where then is the peril?"


[Elrond(#25854)]
A sigh, and another, deeper one follows. "This is a difficult decison indeed, and one ethical in matter. You speak, no beg to me for this shard. Thus, I will follow the Naughrim whom you begged earlier, and give you the shard...", and here he halts for a moment, eyeing the Saeleth by his side. "But I wish it returned to me, indeed, if it is not broken again! Arnafel, you will return to the Valley with the shard after its duty is done...Swear it, again."

And thus has the word been spoken: yes, the shard of Anaril will travel South, towards an Evil it must once again smite.


[Feandril(#13377)]
Nodding approvingly as Elrond speaks his decision, the counsellor steps back, eyes intent on the humans once more, sharp, as if judging their strength. "An oath to be kept." Feandril says, quietly, in direction of Arnafel, before nodding again.


[Thorondur(#23126)]
"Would that I might return with you," Thorondur tells Arnafel, smiling sadly as he lays a hand upon the arm of his friend. "Yet I have chosen another path."


[Arnafel(#29017)]
Thus, the Master of Rivendell pronounces his Doom -- and the fate of the Isilrim is sealed.

And to Thorondur he glances but once with a fleeting smile --yet his thoughts remain his own to know, for unreadable as ever are that cool gaze and fair countenance. Forth he steps in that moment to kneel before the Half-Elven, with hand upon breast -- and his words are measured and solemn, binding to the ends of the world and beyond:

"When Anaril reforged has been drawn against the Oathbreaker and won Amrothos son of Imrahil his freedom, I shall bear it here though darkest shadow bar my way. I swear it."


[Indilzar(#10108)]
Indilzar again is silent as the oath is now sworn. His eyes glitter for a moment as if recalling another oath sworn long ago.


[Elrond(#25854)]
"Then rise, Bearer of the Shard."

Thus speaks the Peredhel, Lord of the Valley, Lord of the Bruinen. "Rise. You have my blessing on this quest...", he states, looking all of the gathered in the eyes, "...and my thoughts will be with you." Truly he is a King among Lords now, a shining tower of brilliant white, pure in every form imaginable. Elrond Half-Elven, Son of Earendil, has spoken.


[Thorondur(#23126)]
And if Thorondur can see the path that Arnafel of Isilrim will travel, he does not say; but only does he look upon the other knight in his swearing, and then to the Master of the House -- receiving again the blessing of Elrond. And as to a king among his own people, he bows gravely.


[Indilzar(#10108)]
Indilzar crosses his arms over his chest and inclines his head in stoic respect to this Lord of Men and Elves.


[Feandril(#13377)]
Feandril smiles slightly. "May the stars shine on your path." she says, very quietly, adding her blessings modestly, before taking a few of the parchments she brought up, and leaving others, and then turns to the Half-Elf again, silently asking permission to leave.


[Arnafel(#29017)]
"Once more I will come to this valley, lord. And an oath will be fulfilled."

Rising, the Isilrim takes his place with the Dunedain of the South -- and to his brethren he says naught, for he is distant, as if he treads upon a different path even now -- in thought if not in deed.


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