Welcome to Gaia! ::

I can hope she's comming. But I won't know until they get here. It's kind of exciting, but at the same time, I'm a little scared. We've never met before.....

Taking a bite of food, Loswen leaves the rest unsaid.

Annuminas - Nolah's Apartments


"Of course!" Nolah replied quickly and then looked down at herself. She felt poorly dressed indeed in the company of the king."I'm not dressed properly for such company however, I would not wish to offend..." Instinctively she pulled her robe closer about herself to cover the sleeping gown.

Annuminas - Nolah's Apartments


"I just need to slip something over my gown and braid my hair and then I'll be ready...I'll fetch something for Loswen as well. It will only take a moment My Lord." She bowed and then hurried from the room. A moment later she had returned clothed in a blue garment-most of her clothing was blue- and had another draped over her arm. Quickly she handed the pale jacket to Loswen. "We are ready."

Annuminas - Nolah's Apartments

Loswen pulls the gown over her head, and after a moment of fighting with it, brushes it off as it looks just fine. She shakes her head.

My ears. My elf ears for trousers and a tunic

She looks up and smiles. She seems less worried that Elendil is a king. She shows him respect, but also acts like he is just like her in some ways.

I would love to see these paintings.

Annuminas-Nolah's Apartments

Nolah waited a moment as the king seemed in thought and then as politely as possible inquired again. "My Lord? Morthol...?"

Annuminas - paintings wherever

((this may be a bit long, I'm having fun))

Lowsen nodds, excusing herself and returning to the painting that had caught her eyes in passing. She stands in front of it, her hands behind her back, studying.

The color of the fires is what caught her the first time, and now she saw why. A mountian was exploding, and the sea around the island mountain was curning. The fires from around the mountian took up the forefront, while the sea held ship being tossed and turned. The sky was black, filled with lightning. Though Loswen had never seen the event, she knew it all too well.

Her father had told her about his island home of Numenor, how he had grown up on the western coast, watching the horizon in vain for any Eldar who would come to the isle. His mother was Faithful, but when his father stood against Sauron, he was put to death. By then, though, Loswen's father was grown. He fled the island for his life, taking his mother and two sisters with him. He moved to the settlement that would become Osgiliath. One of his sisters could not stand being away from their isle, and returned home, while the other married a Dunedain and moved away. His mother died, and he was left alone. He went north, and on his way up the Anduin, met a fair Noldorin maiden. He brought her back to Osgiliath and she became his wife.

He wanted to see his sister, but even as he arrived on the coast of Middle-Earth, the world changed. Numenor was gone, along with all of his childhood. A friend brought things that his sister had hidden, a loyal Faithful to the end, but she died when the isle fell. She could not leave her home.

Loswen knew all this, more from asking questions that her father telling her.

Annuminas - Halls of Elendil - Meeting Room

Elendil the Tall


The door closed, and all came silent. Elendil walked a few steps, before sitting on a chair, and apparently preparing his voice. His eyes fixed upon Nolah, an incredibly broad smile enlightening his face.

"I want to sing you a little song." The king spoke. Nolah would probably think that Elendil, High King of the Numenoreans, had many and better things to do than sing songs to a member of the court, but nevertheless, there he was, the High King, clearing his voice, and ready to sing a melodious, yet sad song.

O Isil bright, above the Eastern Lands
Thine beauty was hallowed in crystal hands
And thou, o meadows, thine flowers fair
Thine perfume embodied in beautiful hair!
Oh Nolah, light of this obscure land
Unmatched beauty of Numenorean brand
O Manwë! You certainly see
That Nolah is the fairest East of the Sea!
For in her face lies a light
Fairer than Telperion the Bright!
O Arien, keeper of the Sun
Your heat and radiance fair and free
From the time when the world begun;
But no! There is one fairer than thee!
From beyond the West, across the Blessed Seas,
The white gulls call, our kindred greets,
O how the wailing of the gulls is fair!
But filled now with voices of despair
For their wailing now carry my pleas
Onwards to Nenuial, lake of Evendim
Now pass the waters of Baranduin
To Annuminas, city of kings, my message they carry
On the balcony of Nolah they land
There they convey my message of grief
"Come! Let your sadness be banned
For your life will not be brief
Morthol, a soldier, to you he gave his undying love
Go now to him and do not tarry!"
Sweet were the gulls'voices then,
Filled with urgency, sincereness, and strife,
My message they conveyed, but soon they went beyond
"He suffers now, for his voice was sorrowful
His eyes were hidden by unumbered tears
Heal him from his winter with thine touch
Go to him, for he now fears
That all venture and happiness have left his life"

This lay Morthol sang, as he gazed the clouds in his bedchamber. I have not heard more, for I interrupred him when I entered to see what was wrong. But I can see very well what is wrong...or should I tell...what is right...? The king speaks no more, and awaits the reaction of the Lady.

Annuminas - Halls of Elendil - Meeting Room

A very happy Elendil the Tall


Elendil smiled at the question of Nolah. He stood, and answered;

"He was at the balcony of the dining room, last I saw him...still singing..."