Nilpaurion Felagund's post
Bethiril was looking out the window. Snow fell lightly outside, and once more, she was young again, watching in wonder the falling of the feathery tears of ice falling from a frowning sky. The staves from her youth she hummed again.
The dark clouds run swift, and hide Menel’s light.
And Manwë covers all with a blanket of white.
All go into slumber in this long and cold night.
Then she looked down, and saw the destitute of Arnor shivering anew. Her reverie was rudely ended, and she heard now the request of Erenor. The emissary was tired out by her effort to control her emotions before the king, followed by this outburst. Just a day before, Bethiril would have thought her less emissary-like than before. But now she saw in the younger Noldo a tenacity and dedication sometimes needed to change the minds of these proud Men of the West.
There was a knock on the door. It opened moments later, and the emissary from Mithlond walked in. “I hope we have not interrupted you, but it seems we will be sharing quarters for the next few days.”
“That is well.” The emissary from Rivendell sat down beside her superior, and she waited for Erenor to stir from her respite.
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Mithalwen's post
Erenor looked up and a glimmer of a smile passed briefly over her face as she saw the emissary from the Havens. Although he was younger than she - he had been less than a couple of centuries out of childhood when she had removed to Imladris after Gil-galad was lost - she knew him to have risen to high office through great determination. Furthermore his experience of the court far exceeded that of Berethil or herself who were relative newcomers, sent as the severity of the situation had increased. Finally - and Erenor hated to think that this was a factor - there was the possibility that by virtue of his gender, Ereglin's view would be taken more seriously than those of the Noldorin ladies despite their seniority in years and perhaps also in power. It rankled still how the old courtier had spoken to her as if she were a wilful and ignorant child. Ereglin with his strong resolve and the authority of his long ambassadorship would be a powerful ally.
Erenor spoke, and when she did so her voice was dulcet enough to meet even the most demanding standards of diplomacy.
"My lord Ereglin, your arrival is as the answer to a prayer for I wish greatly to have you counsel and if you will it your aid" . She relayed the facts of their attempt to speak with the king in measured terms. "Every instinct tells me that the king's choice leads to doom - I would attempt to persuade him but I fear I will be denied access - I will attempt to reach the minds of our Lords in Rivendell - perhaps if you will you might try likewise to gain counsel from the havens. the distance is great but our need may aid the transmission if there are those whose minds are open to our thought. "
Erenor fell silent and sought with her mind for contact. Knowing that the sharing of thoughts was easier with kindred and close friends she focused her will on her kinsman, a councillor of Elrond. She closed her mind to outside influences but it seemed that a great fog lay between the downs and her home sapping her power. She sighed...... " We cannot give up " she said.