Brotherhood, A Story from the Last Alliance:RPG thread

[Aylwen Dreamsong]

The crack of both a broken wine glass and flickering fire had caused Dorlas to jump out of his seriously drunken reverie. Dorlas could not get his eyes to focus at first, and he blinked several times in a sleepy manner before babbling out, "Wha...what's wrong?"

Dorlas tried to slump out of his chair, but for some reason Thelian stood in front of him, separating him from Melost. Dorlas tried to speak again but all that came out was a slight gurgle and a loud belch. Then he heard Melost's voice again.

"Thelain, take him to his rooms. At this moment I cannot bear the sight of him, or of any man right now!" At this angry statement, Dorlas was half-dragged out of the room by Thelian, and hurried into his own room.

Dorlas remembered that the room was quite beautiful, but he couldn't see it again for himself as his eyes were glued shut with exhaustion as he slumped onto his bed. Dorlas wondered what he had done wrong, what he had done to make Melost so mad. Maybe it wasn't even his fault, but Melost was so angry! It hurt to think that Dorlas might have upset the balance of Melost's tempers, but then the boy realized that this ache might have been the pain in his side or the pounding in his head that slowly tingled down from his forehead to the lids of his eyes.

Dorlas went to sleep then wondering why there was such a rift between humans and elves. Melost and Arthain seemed like great friends, but how could they be so fond of each other if Melost really felt such a way towards humans?

Then it his Dorlas just before he drifted off into a restless, drunken sleep: What if Thelian turned his back on Dorlas someday? The two had become fast friends, but what if someday during the heat of battle...Thelian just suddenly decided to let any tolerance for humans drop? That was Dorlas' last concious thought before he let slumber consume him.

It was light when Dorlas finally willed himself to crack open one of his eyes. The bright light shining through the window hurt his eyes, and suddenly all the events from the previous night came flooding back to memory. Not only did Melost's words come to echo in his head, the headache returned also. Dorlas decided that he would never drink such an amount in one night again just as he picked up the chamber pot and threw up the contents of his stomach.

Dorlas quickly got himself ready after that, fumbling with his gear and equipment every now and then. When he was finally ready for the day, he stumbled out of his room and went looking for Thelian, hoping not to run into Melost and hoping that Thelian didn't feel the same way about humans as Melost did.

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Mattius' Post

Remaining astonished with Melost's outburst Thelian poured himself a hearty amount of red wine before gulping it quickly. He had never seen him like this before or heard of such behaviour in the past. Poor Dorlas, he thought, hopefully the drink will numb his memory of events if there is any justice in the world. As he thought this he held the bottle in his hand, elvish inscribtion around the clear glass neck. There was a little left and Thelian thought of who he was going to see, Menelya. Quickly he knocked back the drink and placed the bottle on the mantle over the fire.

Although still early in the morning there was quite a lot of activity in Elrond's home. Several maidens scurried about, packing bags and bowing their heads to Thelian as he walked past. Eventually he reached the illustrous steps that led to Menelya's rooms. Taking a deep breath he ran up the stairs before lighty knocking on the door.

"Lady Menelya," he spoke leaning in to the door. There were a few sounds of movement inside the room before her voice answered.

"Enter."

Slowly Thelian slid in through the door. He had never seen the inside of her room before and it was as extravagant as any in Rivendell. Menelya wouldn't be too pleased about leaving it behind and travelling to LothLorien. Thelian's eyes began to drift around the room and eventually he caught sight of several large chests full of clothes and jewlery.

"Erm, Lady Menelya," he cleared his throat, "you don't plan on taking all of those do you?" He asked nodding at the pile.

[ June 22, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]