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Date Posted: 22:58:15 02/09/03 Sun
Author: Delwyn en Aragon
Subject: A place to call home

Night had fallen and the Elven realm of Tel'Oira Eldamar lay dimly lit with ethereal silvery light. Still, there were those who still silently slipped by tree and dwelling yet. As for the Lord of the Elven realm, he waited patiently for the arrival of the woman. Adaron had been at his side for the majority of the evening, keeping quiet conversations. Yet now, deeming that the edainme would be showing up soon, Adaron had risen and slowly, fluidly, made his way down the narrow circular staircase to come to the door of the massive abode his Lord dwelled in.

To say that Delwyn was not excited about this was an extreme understatement. The edainme had practically refused to leave her room after meeting with the gold elf. She was thoroughly now convinced that perhaps she really wasn't welcome here, despite what Talar said. She'd dressed herself simply tonight in a green robe-like dress that was cinched around the middle with a length of golden rope. Her hair had been braided loosely which allowed several strands to free themselves and tickle her neck. She paused at what would be the entrance and let a heavy sigh rush from her.

Adaron had arrived at the door just as the woman had. Each hand gripped a handle and he pulled both the doors open towards him. There was no expression to his face as he regarded her silently for a moment. Though it seemed that when he spoke up, his voice coming clear, that the corners of his lips could almost be seen coiling upwards into what might have been a smile had his speech been longer. "Lord Mallorn is waiting." He stepped to the side then, allowing her to enter before he guided her to the stairs and stood at the side of them. She would go up alone.

There were times when she wished for death, truly. When she'd gone before him the first time she had not been afraid. There was no sense of foreboding or impending dread like there was now. "Diola lle," she said in a voice that sounded have choked before she gave a soft nod of her head to Adaron and made her way up the stairs. Upon reaching the top of the spiral she swallowed hard and then knocked softly upon the door casing before she entered in a
strangely demure fashion.

Adaron would wait in the lower room patiently. He did not need to be present in the audience, for he already knew what she was to be told. Heru Mallorn turned to the young woman upon her entrance and offered her a small polite smile. He stood at the railing next to his high-backed chair, azure eyes gazing out over his realm. He was dressed in silvery-grays, he wore a robe like garment atop his normal clothing that did not shut in the front. "Vendui' ar' creoso, Delwyn en Aragon." His right hand lifted to lightly tap the right side of his chest, his hand then sweeping out till fingertips were about a foot from his body before his arm fell limp back to his side.

She mimicked his greeting motions and bowed her head before she spoke. "Quel undome ar' diola lle, Heru Mallorn," Yes she'd practiced that line for quite a while that day. It wouldn't have been hard for a human to detect the way her voice wavered unsteadily, it would certainly be an easier task for him to pick up on it. Delwyn had not seemed such a timid creature upon their first meeting.

Mallorn had noticed the waver and both eyebrows gently rose. He would not question her though. Instead he turned and though his voice did not rise to a loud pitch, it was suddenly filled with authority. Long, purposeful strides carried him to his seat. "A decision had been made regarding how long you will be allowed to stay in The Eternal Elvenhome." He lowered himself onto his seat, his back straight, arms upon the arm rests, hands gently cupping the
ends, his shoulders rolled back.

An eyebrow rose at his words, and more over his lack of response. "And your decision?" she asked, allowing her hands to fold in front of her.

He was silent for a brief moment as he silently studied her. "It was your wish that you would be allowed to stay with us indefinitely?" His back softly leaned against the backing of the chair. He was silent for a brief moment as he silently studied her. "It was your wish that you would be allowed to stay with us indefinitely?" His back softly leaned against the backing of the chair.

She was beginning to wonder if he was drawing this out intentionally. "Yes," she said simply. She'd thought of answering him in Elven and then had decided against it.

"Your wish has been granted. The council has found no reason to keep you from our realm. By the end of the week you will be leaving your current dwelling and taking up another for a more...." He offered her a small smile. "...permanent stay."

Delwyn could have cried, but didn't because that was not allowed anymore. "Diola lle...Heruamin..." she wasn't sure if that was how it was properly put together, but she tried. "I can not express my gratitude." So, maybe she would cry, but not in front of him.

"You may come and go as you please." He rose from his seat now. He could not tell if she was happy or not. He thought this is what she wanted. But he certainly did not fully understand the race of Men, despite all that he did know. He slowly advanced upon her. "You have been through much, Delwyn en Aragon. I hope that you find joy and peace within this realm."

As long as she stayed away from Kalyinal, or Kaylinor...whatever that haughty gold elf's name was, she was sure she'd find quite a bit of joy as well as peace. She tried to speak but words wouldn't form at first until she took a pause and a deep breath, releasing it with a smile as green-on-gold eyes looked to the Elven lord. "I am quite sure that I will find both. I can not thank you enough for this."

He simply replied to her with a soft smile before he finally spoke. "It is grows late into the nighttide and I apologize for keeping you as late as I have. If there is naught else, I shall bid you goodnight."

Not that she slept more than her body forced her. She gave a soft bow again. "Good night, Lord Mallorn," and with that she turned, walking back down the spiral staircase until she reached the landing. Now, where was her favorite elf?

Lord Mallorn had turned with an inward smile and retired.

Adaron stood at the bottom of the stairs. His back was to the wall for he gently leaned upon it. His hands were clasped before him and he seemed to be staring ahead at nothing until he had heard her coming down the stairs. His head turned towards her direction, his hands coming unclasped to fall at his sides.

She walked to Adaron and seized his hands--deal with it--and simply smiled. "I would tell you the outcome of events, but I am quite sure that you already know them." Her voice broke then and she pulled him from the wall and wrapped her arms 'round his neck, embracing him tightly. "Thank you, Adaron." She knew he had to have at least agreed to it, whether or not he argued whether she should stay or go.

He stood there for a moment, his hands a few inches from her shoulders as if he did not know what his part was in this embrace or how to even react. Finally his hands touched down upon her shoulder blades softly.

Elves were such strange creatures. After a moment she withdrew from him and wiped her eyes with the heels of her palms to push the tears back and away. A curious look was given to him then, curious because he hadn't really responded, and yet by his actions it was acknowledgment. Perhaps after three thousand some odd years you ran out of things to say?

He stepped back from a foot. A stiff, small, smile playing over his lips. "Again I welcome you to Tel'Oira Eldamar. Now, if you so choose, your home." After letting the smile linger a half a moment longer, he stepped past her towards the door, whereupon he exited.

She exited from her own door then to go back to her temporary quarters. If she had a hat, chances are she'd pull a Mary Tyler Moore, but she didn't, so forget that idea. She returned to her room with a smile upon her lips, feeling truly content for the first time in weeks.

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