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Post by Mattheapar on Jan 3, 2005 20:24:41 GMT -5
He and Isilwen are enjoying a picnic together in the forest. Mattheapar has made this picnic for her, as it is their seventh anniversary. He remembers the wedding as if it were yesterday. Bells ringing, roses falling, and then darkness.....Isilwen vanishes in front of his very eyes. He searches everywhere for her: in Minas Tirith, Rohan, Lothlorien, and even Mirkwood, but cannot find her. He eventually reaches the Grey Havens. And there he sees her, riding into the West. He gets on a boat himself and rides out to meet her, but when he reaches her, the boat she was riding in is no more. It has vanished, and his beloved is nowhere in site.
Mattheapar wakes from his slumber. It is the day - the day of the council. He does not remember falling asleep. Last he remembers, he was weeping on the bed, his face in the pillow. His tears must have put him to sleep. Oh how he wishes he could go return to his sleep, to his wonderful dream of Isilwen. How happy those times were, not full of grief and sorrow as they are now. Everyone near him has either perished or left him - Arwen, Elrond, Alalawiel, and Isilwen. All he has left is revenge on those who took everything away from him.
He walks out the door and finds himself standing in the midst of a beautiful day. If only his heart were so bright and beautiful as the day. Perhaps there is still hope. If the right king is chosen, Mattheapar may be able to convince him to launch a full assault on all orcs left in Middle-Earth. Yes, there is still hope. A faint hope, but hope it remains. This council will decide if Mattheapar can live out his vengeance, or if he must go to Valinor immediately. He approaches the council room and sees all sorts of friendly faces. Rosco, the librarian is there, as is Aelinn, whom he loves as a daughter. Also there is Idriol. There is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, and several others he does not recognize (Menel, eleryn, whoever wants to be there). Mattheapar sits in the seat beside Hildor as they are the two in charge of this council and signals for the council to begin.
Hildor: People of Rivendell, and all others present here, we have just witnessed what may be the single greatest tragedy in recent Rivendell history. As you all know, Lord Elrond has departed these lands and gone into the West, leaving his two sons to lead us. I regret to inform you that Elrohir and Elladan, along with Mattheapar's wife, Isilwen, and his sister, Alalawiel, have perished at the hands of the orcs. I am sure Mattheapar is in great mourning and it would be very kind for you to pay your respect to him after this council. Which brings me to the reason we called this council. Rivendell is now left without a ruler. I am not sure who Lord Elrond would have wanted to take command, and I do not think it is my place to decide, so the elves of Middle-Earth will choose. Who should be Rivendell's new ruler?
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Post by Wingfoot on Jan 3, 2005 20:58:45 GMT -5
Idriol stands from the back of the room and nods to both Hildor and Mattheapar to show his respect. "First I'd like to start off saying, my Lord Mattheapar, I am greatly sorry for all the troubles you have found recently, and I want you to know that all of us elves here in Rivendell are willing to give and help you through this time of tragedy. Isilwen, and the others were all dear to our hearts and they shall not leave them." Idriol smiled at Mattheapar and whispered "It'll be alright." He walked to the circle of the gathering and spoke again.
"On the subject of our king," he continued, "Do we really need one? We are at a time of safety and rest, no evil threats us as of now and our army is surely strong enough to defend the people if need be. We have such a wonderful staff of men and women here that through combined efforts, we could go perfect without one ruler. That is, if everyone agrees with me, which is surely unlikely." Idriol spun around the room, looking at each person specifically, gazing at their facial expressions.
"Another option, is, have Mattheapar rule us. I'm sure that is the obvious choice, but he has experience tragedy beyond belief, and I think that sending him off to Valinor to see his family again would be the best possibly thing for our Lord. Of course, he may do as he chooses, but if he does not decide to travel to the Havens, then I nominate Lord Mattheapar as King of Rivendell." Eoden winked at him and walked to the back of the room, sitting down.
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Post by eleryn on Jan 4, 2005 20:30:17 GMT -5
Aelinn doesn't pay attention to anything being said. She is hardly able to keep tears back, after learning that Amawen is dead.
She looks at Mattheapar, sitting in the chair. She walks towards him and puts her hand on his shoulder, and instead of it making her cry once again, it gives her strength. Since she is not an elf she stays silent, but hopes that in some small way she can help ease Mattheapar's sorrow by allowing him to know that she is there beside him, and hopefully, that he knows not everything is gone.
He looks so sad, we have had so little time to grieve and already the elves want to move on. She thinks to herself as she looks down at him. His grave face nearly makes her break down again, but she stays strong. If I stay strong, perhaps it will help.
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Post by Mattheapar on Jan 4, 2005 21:08:57 GMT -5
Mattheapar feels Aelinn's hand on his shoulder and is comforted a little, but not much. He is still worried how this will turn out. Idriol's idea of him going into the West, to Valinor has been tempting him the entire morning, but he cannot just leave Aelinn like this. She needs him, and he is starting to believe that he needs her.
He has his opinion on what should be done,but he does not want to affect anyone elses opinion. They are the people who should decide, not him.
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Post by eleryn on Jan 4, 2005 21:19:24 GMT -5
Eleryn looks at Legolas, nods, then stands and walks into the circle. They had discussed Mirkwood's decision in the matter on the way to Rivendell.
"Mattheapar, and all others here in Rivendell, we are sorry for your loss. We know what it is like to lose a ruler, and you have our sympathies." she started, looking around at everyone, stopping to look at Mattheapar and the young lady standing beside him.
"As for the matter we have come to discuss, Mirkwood is behind Mattheapar. We also nominate Mattheapar as King, but we would like to suggest a time for mourning to allow Rivendell, and especially Mattheapar, to heal itself."
With that, Eleryn walked back and took her seat again.
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Post by Tolwyn on Jan 6, 2005 0:30:38 GMT -5
Roscheniel wakes up slowly, the sunlight irritating her. She sighs, thinknig it's another day of work, and gets ready as slowly as she can. She ties her hair up in a bun, slips some new clothes and her old shoes on, and puts her glasses on. As she picks up the book she fell asleep reading last night, she suddenly remembers: THE COUNCIL! Rosco hurriedly jumps over the piles of books between her and the door, locks the door behind her and rushes down to the meeting area ((anime-style WOO)). She runs as fast as she can (which is not very fast), tripping up a few times. Finally she bursts into the meeting, panting. "S-so sorry to interrupt," she stutters, then holds up the book cover. "I was reading last night and I have important information.." The book, called "Laws and customs of the Elves in the First, Second and Third ages", is unbelieveably thick. She catches her breath, and walks over to the middle and begins to read: "All through the Ages, the race of Elves have always elected kings to rule over them. Details of these 'elections' vary from region to region and time period to tiem period, but the basic method remains the same. The King" ('or Queen she adds') "is to be the son or daughter of the last King. If the last King was barren it is to be their nephew, or their brother, or whomever they approve for a next ruler." "However, sometimes a king's death is sudden and unexpected, and no heir nor will can be found. In this case, the particular Elves of that region, along with their allies, are to vote. They are to have certain Elves to vote for, chosen because of their extraordinary leadership skills. If the nominee is either one with no leadership or one with a greed for power, then the closest advisors of the King are to be the next King if they are thought good enough by the general population." Rosco takes a big breath. "What all this means to say, is that the ancient ways of choosing kings are still good ways today. Mattheapar is trusted and loved by all of us, is he not? and he was Lord Elrond's closest advisor, and a good leader at that. He is perfect for the job of King, and (after a proper time for mourning) he should immediatly be crowned. Whoever agrees, say aye!" Rosco pushes her glasses back on her nose, and holds her berath nervously. This is possibly the boldest thing she's done in her whole life, and adrenaline is rushing through her. She closes the book, and folds her arms, holding it against herself. A few wisps of hair escape from her neat bun and brush against her blushing face as she shuffles her feet nervously. Will the other Elves agree?
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Post by Menel on Jan 6, 2005 20:46:23 GMT -5
Menel sat silent in the shadows, thought she was in the circle with the rest of the elves. The shadow's hid her face, so there was no need for her hood. She felt that would only draw attention to her anyway.
She looked at each elf for several minutes, studying their expressions and on occasion, peering into their minds. She leaned back in her chair, with her head resting in her hand, her fingures coming up over her mouth. She looked at Rosco as she read from a rather thick book. Again, she watched each elf as she finished reading, watching each expression and wonders what they think will happen.
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Post by Linde on Jan 10, 2005 14:13:06 GMT -5
Suddenly,a petite woman with long,dark hair and elven features appeared.She walked into the center of the circle and began to speak."I am Linde.I have been gone from Rivendell,my home, for the past few years.I am Half-Elven and though my word may not hold much.if any.sway in this matter,I wish to have my say.I have known Mattheapar for a good while and think that he would be a perfect choice for King.He is wise,noble and trustworthy and I would entrust him with my very life.That is all I wish to say."She nodded to everyone and disappeared as swiftly as she had appeared.
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