Corsairs and Corsets RPG

[*Varda*]

Dryea and Elena sat outside on the terrace. It was barely an hour after dawn, and all of Minas Tirith was bathed in the warm light of the newly risen sun. Elena laughed at the people who were too warmly wrapped up in their beds that they would miss such a beautiful hour of the day.

Turning round to Dryea, she drifted out of her reverie to find she was being asked a question.

“How did you find the welcoming ball last night, Elena?” Dryea was asking her.

“Oh, it was good fun,” Elena said, nodding. “It was spoilt a little by everyone doting on Finduilas though, I must say. Pretty she is, but just another woman really…and the idea she isn’t who she seems to be…!” The expression on Elena’s face seemed to show she was in two minds about whether to believe this or not.

“Yes, how do you feel about that?” Dryea asked evenly, allowing Elena to talk on.

Elena picked up her cup, sipped from it, and placed it back on the table, her face furrowed in concentration as she sorted out her thoughts on the matter, coming to no firm conclusion.

“I wish I knew. She seems friendly, not as though she was lying at all…if she is not Finduilas of Dol Amroth, then who is she? And surely the Steward would have been a little suspicious…?” Elena’s voice trailed off, her doubts over the idea of Finduilas’s other identity expressed.