[Orofaniel]

The morning had slowly passed over to mid-day. It was time for Evrathol to visit the temple. He knew that his mother, Arlomë was there, but this time it would not be the reason of his going; Evarthol wanted to see Tarkan. Some way or the other, he had been feeling restless since the meeting with Tarkan the evening before. He felt a bit guilty for not offering Tarkan the thoughts the Priest deserved. Yesterday Evrathol realised that he been too cold and restricted at the meeting with the Priest. Evrathol somehow wanted to visit him, to see if Evarthol had broken, or weakened the small "friendship" between them – if there even existed such a “friendship”. If so, he wondered if it had been ruined by Evarthol’s coldness. Hopefully, Tarkan wouldn't have noticed anything. Evarthol could have been over doing the whole scene, but he decided to pay Tarkan a visit anyhow.

The Temple rose before him like a noble, well served statue.

Taking a step inside, he realised that he hadn't been at the Temple for quite some time now.

Evarthol heard low voices. Looking just behind the corner he didn't see anyone. He reckoned it was his mother's voice. The corridor went slightly forwards then it took a turn. Evarthol followed it. The country yard that the corridor led too, also led to his mother...and Zamara - the High Priestess. Evarthol wondered if had come in a bad time since both of them seemed occupied with the heavy debate going on between the two of them. Feeling slightly embarrassed, he decided to stand there for a moment, listening. He realised then that it might seem that he was eavesdropping, something that was quite unsuitable for his noble character. Slowly, he straightened his tunic, walking swiftly out in the country yard. The two women were caught of guard and both of them seemed very much surprised to see the young elf there. "I apologise for coming unannounced. It was certainly not my intention. Please do forgive me," Evrathol said, in the most polite manner.

Arlomë looked at The High Priestess, as she was looking for approval, or so Evrathol thought. The High Priestess turned her eyes to Evrathol, as followed Arlomë. "No need to apologise, son," Arlomë began. "I'm just surprised to see you here, as you don't usually visit the temple. Please note that I'm very surprised, but not at all unhappy to see you. Quite on the contrary; It's delightful to see you here," Arlomë said, walking some steps towards him, before she stopped. Zamzara came from behind; her steps were far longer than Arlome's. "Indeed. I hoped to get a better look at you son after yesterday evening," Zamara said to Arlomë. The elf smiled weakly. Evrathol offered a short laugh, before he greeted both of them properly.

"So, mother, may I ask what you two were discussing?" he asked Arlomë. Arlomë remained quiet for a moment. "Well, what else is there to discuss than the Emissary these days?" She replied. "I should have known," Evarthol then said, smiling at Zamara. "It is not only the politicians who are curious, or even - should I say, worried - is it?" he asked Zamara quietly. The High Priestess looked at Evrathol, but didn’t answer.

"Now, Evarthol, dear, what is the reason of this pleasant surprise?" Arlomë then said, turning the discussion n a different path.

"Oh well, I have no other intensions than to please you, mother," Evrathol replied, smiling at Arlomë. She laughed joyously, but Zamara kept quiet. "No, dear, is that so?" Arlomë then asked, grinning. "Well, yes. I knew that you'd be here, and I thought I'd might pay you a short visit. Besides, I didn't get to talk with The High Priestess properly yesterday, so I wanted to make up for it," he said, looking at Zamara. "Well, I'm very glad you came. The Banquet was wonderful, wasn't it?" Zamara then said. "Indeed it was. I'm highly curious about the decision that his Majesty’s children are going to make," Evrathol said, without showing any lack of trust that the King had made the right decision when he had told the attendants at the banquet that it would be the Prince and the Princess who would decide whether they should be an alliance between the two countries. "Yes, that will indeed be very interesting," The High Priestess answered.

Their conversation was interrupted by the Priest. He was now standing in the country yard with his friend, and servant in the temple, Pelin. Feeling obliged to greet him, and also becoming aware of his true meaning of being here at the Temple, Evarthol decided to leave the two women. "Good day to both of you," Evrathol said, kissing the hands of both ladies.

Tarkan and Pelin were now on their way into the corridor, where Evrathol caught up with them. "Greetings, both of you," Evarthol said. "Ah, it's Evrathol, isn't it?" Tarkan said, looking at Pelin. "Indeed," Evrathol said, smiling. "We were about to eat, would you care to join us?" Tarkan then asked. "More than anything," Evrathol replied.