Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2010 02:29:04 +0000
From: Beau fryer <beaumastinsmith@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The War of Elves and Men, Chpt 1

The following story contains sexually explicit acts between men.  If such
bothers you, annoys you, disturbs you, frightens you, then why the hell are
you here?  Do yourself a favour and leave before you read something you
might not like.  And if you are not 18 you better leave now before mother
or father walk in and catch you doing something they won't approve of.  But
for those of you who want to read a pretty interesting story, grab a drink,
pull up a chair, and prepare yourself to be pulled into my world.

			Chapter One: - The Emissary

The sun rose proudly bathing half the world in her golden rays and leaving
half the world in darkness to crave her warm caressing touch. She climbed
higher into the sky and the darkness crept away, covering before her
lidless gaze. Finally she had ascended high enough into the sky to drive
back the shadow that still lingered behind the Mallenorod, the encircling
mountains. She illuminated a great city built on a strategic outcrop of
rock within the inclosing mountains. The city is a glistening diamond still
attached to the rough rock that birthed it.



In one of the highest circles of the city on one of the east facing
battlements is situated a fair apartment built into the ramparts to offer
it undisturbed views of the eastern road and the proud Mallenorod. She
continued to rise, breathing life into the protected valley until she smote
the sleeping bodies of Beremir and Antonius who were entwined beneath the
covers. The golden light was reviving and quickly set to work heating
Beremir's face, slowly dragging him into the world of the living. Beremir
fought against his return to consciousness and tightened his embrace around
Antonius' waist. Antonius in turn snuggled closer to Beremir's chest and
without opening his eyes said

"Morning" after an ear splitting yawn. Beremir didn't respond verbally but
gently kissed the back of his neck and playfully caressed his chest.
Antonius let out a quite moan and started to rub his back against Beremir's
muscular chest. Beremir twisted Antonius around to face him and pried open
his eyes to see Antonius' bright blue eyes gazing into his own brown eyes,
he then lent forward to kiss Beremir delicately on his lips whilst his arms
began to massage Beremir's wide shoulders, Beremir continued to kiss
Antonius with renewed energy their bodies connected via the bodies most
sensitive organ, the tongue. Beremir's need grew and he wanted to take
things further he pressed himself against Antonius and began to nibble his
ear. A great bell rang twice signalling the second hour after dawn the
concerns of world it seems does not wait for lovers. Beremir sighed and
eased himself away from Antonius he looked at the familiar surroundings of
his room. The high vaulted ceilings and intricately carved alabaster
coloured marble walls were glowing in the rich morning light. He edged off
the bed and left the white silken sheets and warmth of the Antonius's body.



He pulled a discarded robe by the side of the bed and hastily put it on.
His nudity concealed as he strode to the bedrooms balcony to admire the
morning. Lofty towers shined like ivory and the grey eastern part of the
Mallenorod's edges gleamed like hot iron. He took a deep breath enjoying
the freshness of the air. There was a soft eastern breeze which smelt
slightly sweeter a very faint smell of trees and pollen. He watched a long
line of mounted troops going towards the Mallenorod via the great eastern
road. This aroused his curiosity as it was a larger force than the usual
morning patrols, and they moved with urgency, their armour reflecting the
light like polished mirrors.

"It's a beautiful morning today", noted Beremir after another deep breath.

"It would be better if we could spend it together or perhaps in bed", said
Antonius whilst donning his under robes.

"You need not me to remind you that it's going to be a busy day, for both
you and I", said Beremir gravely.

"I know but we'll still see each other today, perhaps during your evening
meal?" said Antonius joining Beremir and wrapping his arms around his
waist.

"I cannot promise anything as I do not know my father's want. However I
believe at the least we will be able to bed together again tonight", He
kissed Antonius' forehead and run his hands through his hair.

"You've got duties to attend to don't let me keep you or you're going to be
late, and that won't look good in the eyes of your superiors" scolded
Beremir, his tone changing from affectionate to authoritative.

"Sorry, as you wish Milord" and with that Antonius quickly donned his
armour and ran up the stairs to reach street level. Beremir took a fleeting
look at the Mallenorod then ascended the stairs, turned right and walked
into the washroom. Sun streamed through a high window and onto a full bath
of which steam could plainly be seen rising. He mumbled a few words of
gratitude to his servants and slid out of his robe and eased into the bath.
He spent a good while just soaking in the water as he felt his muscles
loosen and the deep knots of worry in his stomach dissolve. Once clean he
donned his armour brightly polished from the day before. The armour was
much the same in design as the standard soldier's however it was more
skilfully made and befitting his rank the edges of it were edged in gold.
He styled his hair with scented wax and the use of a looking glass. Then he
allowed himself a cheeky smile before donning his cloak and gloves and
walking through the door and into the city.



The city was busy and full of people busying themselves with chores or
going about their general business. There are several battalions of men
hastening to and from the central barracks, organized ranks of soldiers in
a sea of daily life and confusion. His stomach began to remind him of his
bodily needs. Seeing the masses of men he decided against having his
breakfast in the barracks so instead he sought out the Bastion Guard's mess
hall. Fortunately it was only a small walk away, he negotiated his way
through the busy streets as he saw the stairs to the Bastion. He noted that
it was doubly guarded and by an elite battalion as their armour was far
superior to the standard soldier.

He approached the great gate and it opened on silent hinges, he did not
however climb the stairs to the topmost level but turned right and into an
archway cut into the living rock. The subterranean mess hall was well lit
with strong walls and an arched ceiling supported by many pillars. The few
soldiers who were having their mid morning meal stood and saluted to which
Beremir quickly gave the 'at ease' sign and added,

"Back to your meal lads, I don't want to interrupt yours and I don't want
anyone to interrupt mine" added Beremir, the men quickly relaxed back to
their hushed whispers and the remnants of what looked a generous meal.

"Prince Beremir, what can I help you with this morning?" asked a portly
chef kindly

"A full Aine's breakfast if you could, and some light mead" Replied Beremir

"For you we could cook anything, please take a seat you majesty and it'll
be with you shortly" enthused the chef before returning to the kitchen

"We're cooking for royalty, so your best or you'll have me to deal with"
said the chef loudly to the kitchen staff and pots pans and other kitchen
utensils could be heard being utilized or put away. Beremir just smiled,
almost immediately a silver tankard of fresh mead was set down on his table
by the chef.

"Majesty" was all he said before retreating to the kitchen to keep an eye
on his apprentices. Little time passed before the chef personally brought
out a plate with two fried eggs, four rashers of beacon, some fried
mushrooms and some fresh bread roasted on the fire before being buttered.

"I hope everything is to your satisfaction, milord" said the chef he then
bowed and returned to the kitchen to make a start on lunch for the next
batch of soldiers. He enjoyed his meal deliberately eating slowly as to
savour it as it may be several hours before his next heartening meal. The
morning mead was very light and was highly refreshing to his dry mouth and
it revived the lining of his throat. Before long and despite his best
efforts he'd finished his breakfast and sat back to take stock of his
surroundings. There were several groups of men seated in the room and he
caught scraps of the conversations although it seemed trivial to Beremir
until he could hear the excited whispers of the

senior guards who are so close that their heads almost touched.

"The Lord of the Bastion is deeply troubled, he has retreated into his
inner-most chambers and is deep in council" said one of the Bastion guards
to one of his fellow guards. Beremir's ears prickled at this and they
strained to pick up string of conversation.

"Troubled you say, not much that troubles him, stern as steal is our lord"
said another guard toasting to his health with his tankard.

"I've heard rumours of this messenger, the emissary, by all accounts he's
due to arrive early soon he would have entered the city" the guards voice
sank to a mesmerising whisper

"I've heard he is a sorcerer, a pet magician of that puppet child on the
throne. Ancient they say, he is immortal some have attributed him. All
agree that he is a master of the dark arts" embellished the guard. Their
captain noticed Beremir's interest and quickly intervened

"Nought but rumour, don't just sit here gossiping like aged maids. Stop
your tongue wagging and report to your posts" he commanded and ushered them
out of the hall.



Beremir sat deep in his own thought. He mused at the possible power that
this envoy must wield to intimidate his father. He pondered further hunting
for reasons to justify his father's actions. His speculating was cut short
when again the mighty bell could be heard ringing even in the depths of
this subterranean hall. It was now time for him to report to the council as
his father's representative, the council was a gathering of some of the
most senior officers and commanders would evaluate the military's overall
state. Beremir downed what little remained of the morning mead. He thanked
the chef heartily then strode out of stuffy hall and returned back into the
warm sunlight. The natural light made his skin tingle and the light breeze
caressed his skin as he took a deep breath of the wholesome air and then
marched in the direction of the barracks.



The street was very busy with rushing nobles and hurrying tradesmen going
to and through as their needs demand. Beremir again noted the increased
military presence on the streets. There are soldiers everywhere patrolling
not just the battlements but near entrances and keeping an eye on the
masses.  Especially the entrance to the Bastion it was triply guarded with
the ultra elite guards who have far superior armour and weaponry, they eyed
the crowd coolly and their hands were often on the hilts to the armour. A
small group of elite soldiers intercepted Beremir and their captain took
off his helmet to reveal blond cherub like curls. He saluted before saying

"We are under strict orders from his Lordship to escort you to the
barracks, Milord"

"Is this really necessary? I've done it a thousand times without an armed
escort to baby me" replied Beremir harshly and looking at the crowd
suggestively.

"Please Milord, we are only carrying out orders from your father, please
allow us the honour of seeing you to the barracks safely" pleaded the
officer he didn't however back down. He would do his duty even if they had
to follow him at his heels. Beremir just nodded and continued walking at a
slower pace. The officer replaced his helm and signalled the other elites
to cluster around Beremir in a box formation to offer him maximum
protection.

They reached the military district with minimal effort and without
incident. The military district was separated from the rest of the level
with a thick curtain wall. The gatehouse was doubly guarded and on seeing
Beremir they saluted and the gate opened inwards on silent hinges.



The military district consisted of a large square dusty and was devoid of
grass so that soldiers could train and be assembled there. In the middle of
the square there is a high stepped statue with a crumbling stone figure of
an ancient monarch, a fading monument to the former glory that the city
still keeps as a reminder of its past. There is also a great armoury delved
into the cliff side to protect in from damage in the event of a siege.
There are various halls and training rooms built within the square as well
as the officer's quarter. On the yard a company of some two hundred men are
assembled doing march drills and further away several dozen archers
practiced their aim. Beremir and his armed guard began to cross the
courtyard and Beremir spotted Antonious in the front rank. It was evident
that Antonious must have already seen him because he was carefully keeping
his gaze downward. Beremir gave an easy smile and shook his head with a
little laugh. They hurried to the commander's chamber which was also built
into the cliff for protection. A group of soldiers stood idle by the
entrance and upon seeing Beremir they stood to attention and started
fumbling for their weapons.

"At ease, as you were before" said Beremir with a wide grin on his face and
dismissed his guards by the door.

"I no longer require your assistance now, I'm safer here than anywhere"
said Beremir in a matter of fact tone. They saluted and went back to their
posts.

The tunnel was surprisingly long and the light soon faded to a small square
in the distance. It quickly drew cold in the tunnel and the walls became
damp and smelt altogether unpleasant. As he went deeper the tunnel became
illuminated by sparsely populated torches however they had no effect on the
chill that lingered in the dark places of the world. Finally after what
felt like hours tramping in the dark he reached an ancient doorway and the
doors was shut fast but a warm light leaked through the gaps. A sigh of
relief escaped unbiddened from his lips and he heaved against the heavily
carved and dust covered wood. The door creaked open on rusty hinges to
reveal a subterranean dome. It was considerably large and from its centre
there swung a heavy chandelier. The room was lit with several torches
burning on their braziers that reveal glimpses of dull gold and neglected
silver decor on the domes architecture. A large polished table dominated
the centre of the room and around it twelve renowned military personnel
were clustered around it.

"Ah, Lord Beremir, welcome to the war council", said a jet black haired
officer with bright white teeth and deep black eyes at glinted in the
light.

"Well met Desmond, have I missed anything or does it commence now?"
inquired Beremir joining them at the table.

"We're just waiting for general ..." started Desmond

"Dornost!" Bellowed a snowy haired man with horrific burns on the left-hand
side of his face the burns also continued on his left arm and hand, the
extent of his deformity could only be guessed at. The countless years of
dust that had settled on the doors scattered in the air when Dornost threw
the doors open. The dust made the air thick and Dornost was surrounded in a
thick fog of it. The dust assaulted the flames and they threatened to
extinguish flickering periodically. He then part staggered, part limped up
to the table taking his place at its head.

"We can finally begin" mumbled a brown haired captain who appeared fairly
youthful in comparison to the other veterans on the council, razor sharp
creases by his eyes where the only indication of his experience and he had
very deep eyes that at the moment seemed rather bored. His bearing made it
apparent that he has already spent a long while under the dusty dome and
just a hint of his impatience managed to slip through his carefully
maintained facade.

"Let's work through the reports first before anything more is spoken"
rumbled the general, his voice was rough it sounded like he needed to clear
his throat as one could hear his vocal cords were coated in some form of
mucus.

"Captain Astaldrion, what have you to report of the northern marches and
our holdings there?" asked Dornost to the captain, picking on him for his
remark no doubt.

"It's my pleasure to inform the council that northern watchtower is now
fully operational and has just been furnished with three hundred new
recruits" announced Captain Astaldrion. There was excited talk and much
praise of his great achievement as they know that it would increase their
holdings in the north greatly.

"However" continued the captain waiting for the talk to die down before
continuing

"Several of our patrols have come back greatly diminished or not at all,
the defence of the elves was more ferocious than we could have guessed, as
such our enemy still manages to own the western parts. I suggest more
reinforcements would help us to claim the west and eradicate the threat of
possible invasion" finished Astaldrion pointing to the highly detailed map
on the table before them.

"Threat" grumbled Dornost

"They are no threat to our holdings I wouldn't worry about an invasion
however this establishment of elves is worrying, I will the lord on this
matter" continued Dornost

"I too have urgent tidings from the east" declared Desmond

"Then continue please" said Beremir in an attempt to make his presence
felt.

"A messenger returned to the city yesterday he informed me that the elves
have driven back our vanguard across the river and have secured the lands
behind it and even now they prepare to fortify the crossing of
Ondorathrad. Our assault on the glittering tower was crushed and only some
hundred survivors are hurrying back to Nimrod as we speak" said the
commander who was obviously uncomfortable being the one to report such
failure to the council.

"Most disturbing news, but it was expected such a force was never going to
be able to assault the glittering tower and succeed" commented the general
gruffly, it was clear that he didn't quite feel the sense of loss as the
other commanders did at the report that thousands died. The reports
continued for the remainder of the afternoon and other news was less
depressing for example a recent exploration of the south western part of
the Mallenorod had discovered an abandoned dwarven mine rich in iron. The
reports became far more tedious as they began to go over seemingly trivial
issues for example several horses went missing to the east and a shortage
of horses means that reports in that region have been suspended until
replacements could be found. Beremir did his best to appear diplomatic as
he was representing his father. Sighs became far more common place and a
few didn't even try to hide their impatience at which Beremir found it
increasingly difficult to repress his emotions and he began to feel stuffy
and trapped under the dome. The air had a faint taste of smoke to it and
the oil splattered on the torches further adding to the uncomfortable dome
it also became very warm and the council began shuffling and fanning
themselves.

At last when Beremir felt he could endure no more Dornost slammed his
deformed left fist on the table and said

"Enough! Let us have a break from this tedious work, we will break for
lunch. Return in an hour and then go over something far more interesting"
Everyone sighed with relief even Beremir joined in, they all shuffled to
the door as quickly as they could muster however Beremir left them to snap
at his heels and stormed out of the dome and through the hall. His cape
battered the torches as it hurried to keep up with him. The door was kept
ajar and as he entered the sunlight he was almost blinded as the weak
torchlight and dark tunnel meant he was not adjusted to brightness. His
guards saluted and followed him in a loose formation as he scanned the
training field.

Finally he found Antonius who was practicing his sparring with a taller
soldier who was likewise armed with crude wooden swords. Beremir stopped
several feet and folded his arms happy to watch, he was flanked by his
temporary guards they placed bets on who would win and Beremir was annoyed
when they betted against Antonius mainly.

"50 gold coins only Antonius, the shorter one" said Beremir in a controlled
voice.

"As you wish Milord" said the captain thinking that he's made a week's
wages for all his charges.

Antonious waited for the taller man to strike first and swiftly side
stepped. Antonius then slashed at the man's thigh before retreating from a
counter blow. He then slashed at the soldiers arm mid blow disarming
him. He stood on the sword and placed his to the man's throat.

"Dead" said Antonius slightly out of breath, He then gave a dazzling smile
to Beremir and went over to the soldier and said something that Beremir
couldn't make out to him.

"That'll be twenty pieces of gold between you" laughed Beremir, the
soldiers faces dropped and the captain cursed. They all coined together and
a small purse was handed to Beremir.

"Keep it my good men you value it more than me. Perhaps you shouldn't bet
away your wages so easily?" Beremir said then raised his eyebrows at them.

"Antonius are you free?" said Beremir as Antonius approached him with the
wooden gladius.

 "I don't have to be here if that what you mean" replied Antonius
carefully.

"I was just wondering if you would like to get some lunch?" ventured
Beremir. He began to fidget and averted his eyes to the eastern horizon.

"Yeah of course, you can eat at mine as its closer will you have to bring
your . . . guard?" asked Antonius stealing glances at the captain and his
men.

"Is it necessary for you to come?" asked Beremir to his guardians

"Afraid so Milord, we're required to guard you until your father gives us
the all clear" replied the guard.

Antonius made it quite clear that he wasn't happy with the escort and tried
to separate himself from the guards. Beremir tried to keep neutral as he
wasn't happy with his security measures however he knew that they were just
doing their jobs so he bottled his distaste and saved it for his father.

They made good time getting to Antonius' ancestral home. It was a large
building with a thick wall that was linked to a taller thinner building. A
final war attached it to the battlement creating an enclosed courtyard.
They stopped by the thick wall that separated the courtyard from the street
and waited for Antonius to unlock it.

"Leave us" said Beremir to the guards who saluted and took up defensive
around the gate. They walked through the gate and into the courtyard. It
was sheltered by an ancient oak tree and several tall Cyprus tree's lined
the battlements making it more homely. It also had a lovely courtyard which
boasted a grass lawn, a rarity in this city of stone.



He went inside and came back with two loafs of bread some butter and a
fruit salad. They sat on a stone bench that had scenic views of the entire
the southern part of the Mallenorod and the busy southern road through
which the majority of the city's traffic comes and goes from due to the
fact that the capital city Armarostar lies that way. They talked merrily
laughing often and just enjoying each other's company Beremir talked mainly
about the meeting and how bored he was until the end he also described
general Dornost in graphic details.

"My father told me about him, the general that is, he's a good man" said
Antonius socially after Beremir had finished his short story.

"Do you know what? What happened to him?" asked Beremir pointing to the
left hand side of his face.

"My father told me that he led an attack group to the north two decades ago
with five hundred men. They were deep in enemy territory when they were
ambushed by archers and group soldiers. He claims to have slain twenty when
a blast of magic was launched at him by a mage. The blast knocked him out
and his horse ran wildly back to plains. He managed to get back to Nimrod
and to the gates. He was taken to a healer and no one thought he would
live. He managed to survive however he is rather maimed and under his robes
its said to be worse as his armour didn't cool down for hours, of which he
was unconscious" said Antonius thoughtfully. Beremir had leaned closer to
him enjoying the tale and they suddenly felt very close to one another.



The great bell rang again signalling that it was time for him to be hauled
up in the dome for an unknown period of time. Dread fell on him and he
really loathed the idea being stuck underground.

"Are you coming back to the training field?" asked Beremir through a
mouthful of bread.

"No, I'm going to stay here I have a few things I can busy myself with"
replied Antonius dismissively

"Oh, okay then, I'll see you later" said Beremir with a quick peck on the
cheek, he opened the gate gave a nod to his bored guard and hastened back
to the military district. He saw the rest of the commanders strolling back
to the dome with hunched shoulders it seems they don't want to be there any
more than Beremir does. Beremir sighed took a deep breath and savoured the
fresh air like it was his last meal. He was about to plunge into the
darkness when a messenger sprinted through the training grounds like he was
being perused by dragons. He saw Beremir and stopped short the horse
rearing before turning in his direction.

"Lord Beremir, the Emissary from Armarostar is upon us, your father will
want you near" said the Messenger quickly to Beremir.

"I have no time to speak with you now, hasten to the Bastion your father
will be waiting for you in the courtyard" continued the messenger, his
horse neighed before bolting up the road in the direction of the Bastion's
staircase.



Beremir's mood lightened drastically he would finally meet this emissary
and he wouldn't have to be forced to endure tiresome hours trapped in the
dome. He strode to through the eastern gate out of the military district
leaving his guards to dash after him and attempt to form a defensive square
around him.

They reached the gatehouse without incident and the elite guards at its
gate saluted and opened the gate wordlessly, evidently the messenger hadn't
been idol. The stair was long but it didn't wind or dither in the slightest
and at the top there are two statues carved in the likeness of the elite
guards with spears held high and stern faces that looked to the east. The
second gate was left open and at a gesture from their captain Beremir's
escort split into two rows along his side. The courtyard that they reached
was large and had a lot of grass that was very well tended. A few cypress
trees lined the sides of the courtyard to conceal the imposing battlements.
In the centre of the courtyard was a marble statue of a woman and in her
hand was a rough diamond that was uncut but shined with a store of radiance
from within.

At the far end of the courtyard the bastion's true treasure is to be found
which is called the Celestial Palace. It was built by the elves millenniums
ago to be a grand temple to the five gods but was captured by men during
construction. The lords of the city converted the grand domed building into
a throne room and the palatial apartments intended for the servants of the
gods where converted to meet the demands for the lords of it city.

On the steps leading to its entrance was Beremir's father. Kingly he looked
wearing heavy robes of silk adorned with the finest of furs. In his hand he
held fast a white sceptre with many carvings of gold and a large weighty
gem on the top. He seemed tired to Beremir as he leaned heavily on the
sceptre using it as a staff of sorts. When Beremir was close enough he
could see heavy bags clung under his eyes and stubble sprouted the telltale
signs of neglect. His hair used to be black but was now plagued with grey
hairs and pulled back hanging limply on his shoulders.  He welcomed his son
with outstretched arms and embraced him heartily.

"My son your safe, all is well then" said his father in a charismatic voice
that oozed confidence and certainty with every word.

"Yes father I am fine, were the guards really necessary?" said Beremir
tactfully, his father left little room for manoeuvre.

"Would you deny your father the right to protect his own?" said the lord
wearily and he looked slightly more fatigued.

"Yes father but" started Beremir quickly

"But what would happen to me if something did happen to you? I doubt that I
could survive the loss of another son through treachery" his voice tried to
belittle the grief that was buried in them and Beremir argued no more.

Beremir looked around the courtyard and saw that there was an entire legion
of the city's finest men manning the battlements or in ordered ranks paving
the way to the steps. The whole scene looked very ceremonial as if royalty
had some to expect the cities defences.

"Why are there so many troops here today?" asked Beremir in a hushed
whisper to his father.

"These are dangerous times my son, the kings puppet masters are probably
eager to inspect the city and see if I too can be controlled. The troops
are merely a show of force as they may attempt to use force to control my
throne" replied his father in equally hushed tones.



The gates opened with slow deliverance and the entire square was deathly
quiet when the Emissary entered.  The soldiers of Nimrod gripped their
weapons tightly and stood to attention when he entered the square. The
Emissary was tall almost twice the height of the soldiers and was robed
from head to toe in black robes that frayed with neglect. He wore a rusting
iron chest plate and large black leather boots protected by rusted grieves.
His hands where hidden by gauntlets that imitated dragon scales. A sword
hang at his side by the handle was corroded and the sword was decaying in
its sheath. Words are his chief weapon and dread his servant. He stormed up
the aisle formed by the elite of the city and their hearts trembled and a
great fear came over them like a dark cloud over the sun.  His face was
also concealed hiding beneath a bronze mask that was strictly neutral in
expression. Hideous yellow eyes burned behind the mask that burned like
venom and the orange that rimmed them ever changed. What very little skin
was visible to Beremir looked tortured and blistered like he had been
burned almost to death.

"Lord Tarrion, it's a pleasure to meet thee" he half bowed and the
expression seemed mocking and his words were thick with contempt.

"You know my name Emissary, what may I call you" asked Lord Tarrion sternly
to the Emissary

"Names are a powerful thing O wise Lord, Emissary doubtless I am, Emissary
thee may call me seeming's as it please thee somewhat" replied the Emissary
his voice was very powerful even as it was mocking. His words carried great
authority and to those who hear it they feel belittled and they question
the wisdom behind their own words.

"How do I know that you are the emissary that was sent out? You hide your
face and in these days of doubt how may I know to trust you?" accused the
Lord Tarrion his voice growing in strength as the soldiers also questioned
the legitimacy of the dreadful robed figure before them. The creature
laughed a throaty laugh and said

"Tokens I was bidden to show thee shall prove my office old fool" and with
that he removed a seal and chucked it to Lord Tarrion who fumbled trying to
catch it one handed. He then produced a scroll showed it to the men and
thrust it to the lord who handed it to an aide to read over.

"Are you satisfied with such token? Or will I have to request the king to
come in person? Verily you wouldn't wish to suffer his wrath?" said the
Emissary clearly enjoying himself

"The wrath of his majesty or his keepers?" countered the Lord cautiously.
With made the Emissary bark with laughter, the laughter this time seemed
sinister and with dark purpose.

"Perhaps you would keep that treacherous tongue behind your teeth in his
court if I so choose to sue for your pardon" threatening his tone now
turned. Beremir ground his teeth and his grip tightened on the pommel of
his sword. The burning eyes flashed to his hand and then to Beremir's face
as he studied him.

"Who is this? Another of your spawns perhaps, he seems much like Tarrion,
too much me thinks" and the messenger after judging him. Beremir stepped
forward but was stopped by a steel grip from his father.

"This is Beremir my youngest he is third in line to my seat and sixth in
line to the throne on which his highness now sits" said Tarrion struggling
to remain diplomatic.

"I very much look forward to meeting you again, Beremir" said the Emissary
as he chewed on the Beremir's name as he said it. The way he said it gave
Beremir a sinking feeling.

"Go Beremir I have no more use of your company, The Emissary and I have
much to discuss. Beremir nodded and walked down the assembled troops who
again saluted, they are very fond of their Lord and hold much love for
Beremir as has trained and fought amongst them many a time and has proved
his prowess as both a warrior and an able commander many a time. Beremir's
guards joined them as soon as he passed the gate and with his entourage he
went looking for Antonius in his house but it appeared he was abroad.
Defeated he went to his abode to prepare for an early night as he knew
tomorrow would be a very long day indeed.



Hey this is my first story to be posted online and any feedback will be
greatly appreciated, my email address is Beaumastinsmith@hotmail.co.uk
thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter may take
some time but keep looking regularly xD