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Nogrod · 02-19-2011, 08:48 PM

"I will not dignify your insinuations with a response."

In his youth lord Athanar would have made that kind of a comment a pretext for a duel... and on a different situation he would have demanded the one talking to him like that to take his words back unless he wanted to be punished for being an idiot who didn't know to whom he was talking to...

As lord Faramund turned his back to him and went for the stairs lord Athanar realised his hand had instinctively landed on the hilt of his sword. No, not yet... there are stakes higher this young moron realizes... Calm down now... he thought to himself and let loose his grip from the sword. Wynflaed would be proud of me now... he thought and half smiled for it.

He glanced back to Thornden and Coen, nodding to them as a signal everything being cool with him and then followed young lord Faramund to the stairs and inside the Hall.

Stedford and Blimring - and the two other men from Faramund's retinue - had placed old Friduhelm beside the fireplace and lord Faramund was closing on his father showing the others off from him as Athanar entered the hall.

Stedford and Blimring were staring at him their eyes as questionmarks when lord Faramund forced them to back away from the old man.

"Stedford, Blimring, and you two..." Athanar addressed the four men who had brought old Friduhelm to the Hall. "Stay inside to bear wittness to what is said and done here... but do act on lord Faramund's wish and step back from the old man. This is a discussion of the three of us."

Being told to step back by both of the lords the four men backtracked to the wall and then slowly headed towards the door to position themselves there waiting for the outcome. Athanar followed their way with his eyes and nodded to them in approval as they reached the doorway.

In the meantime Faramund had reached his father and had bent upon him. Lord Athanar had no way of hearing what Faramund said to his father. He took the few steps needed to come close to the father and son and to get involved.

"Lord Friduhelm..." he said softly, "I think the king is not happy with the way things are here, and I'm afraid your son is one of the reasons why it is that way."

Faramund stood up and his eyes were flaming with fire. Athanar didn't pay attention to him but continued looking at the old man. "So tell me, please my old friend, what is it that makes this a place the king himself is worried about? I know something's wrong, can you tell me what is it?"

02-19-2011, 08:48 PM	#945
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	At Faramund's hall "I will not dignify your insinuations with a response." In his youth lord Athanar would have made that kind of a comment a pretext for a duel... and on a different situation he would have demanded the one talking to him like that to take his words back unless he wanted to be punished for being an idiot who didn't know to whom he was talking to... As lord Faramund turned his back to him and went for the stairs lord Athanar realised his hand had instinctively landed on the hilt of his sword. No, not yet... there are stakes higher this young moron realizes... Calm down now... he thought to himself and let loose his grip from the sword. Wynflaed would be proud of me now... he thought and half smiled for it. He glanced back to Thornden and Coen, nodding to them as a signal everything being cool with him and then followed young lord Faramund to the stairs and inside the Hall. Stedford and Blimring - and the two other men from Faramund's retinue - had placed old Friduhelm beside the fireplace and lord Faramund was closing on his father showing the others off from him as Athanar entered the hall. Stedford and Blimring were staring at him their eyes as questionmarks when lord Faramund forced them to back away from the old man. "Stedford, Blimring, and you two..." Athanar addressed the four men who had brought old Friduhelm to the Hall. "Stay inside to bear wittness to what is said and done here... but do act on lord Faramund's wish and step back from the old man. This is a discussion of the three of us." Being told to step back by both of the lords the four men backtracked to the wall and then slowly headed towards the door to position themselves there waiting for the outcome. Athanar followed their way with his eyes and nodded to them in approval as they reached the doorway. In the meantime Faramund had reached his father and had bent upon him. Lord Athanar had no way of hearing what Faramund said to his father. He took the few steps needed to come close to the father and son and to get involved. "Lord Friduhelm..." he said softly, "I think the king is not happy with the way things are here, and I'm afraid your son is one of the reasons why it is that way." Faramund stood up and his eyes were flaming with fire. Athanar didn't pay attention to him but continued looking at the old man. "So tell me, please my old friend, what is it that makes this a place the king himself is worried about? I know something's wrong, can you tell me what is it?"