40. Justice Comes, Step By Step
The evening could have been a stressful time for all of the Imladris conspirators as they worked their way through a long dinner. Lord Carenthir had been exuberant as he saw his long desired goal within his grasp and was already acting the part of the Lord of Hador. He did not see the young warrior dressed in the rich blue tunic and peacock blue over robe who glared at him from the shadows at the back of the Hall of Fire.
Elrond maintained a pleasant attitude towards their quarry but kept him and his cohorts at a distance. Carenthir had been told that the elf lord wanted there to be no appearance of favoritism in the upcoming gur uin hil and this merely reinforced his own view of his coming success and his self importance.
Elrohir placed a hand on Iorlas’ shoulder. “Easy, meldir nin. Tomorrow The House of Hador will have its’ new lord and it will not be our friend. By this time day after tomorrow he will either be preparing to face the gur uin baudh or you will have overcome him in your challenge.”
“The pompous gwarth,” Iorlas snarled angrily and pulled away. “How dare he posture as if he were already the Lord of Hador. Did you hear he even dared to ask the gur uin hil to grant him the name as well as the title?” His hand reached fruitlessly for the sword he was not wearing, finally settling on the knife sheath on his right hip.
“I doubt he will even have the opportunity,” the elf lord responded dryly. “You must not reveal your hand just yet. None of this is easy for any of us Iorlas. We are all biting our tongues at his arrogance.”
“Did you see the way he watches the Lady Eleiann? He reaches even higher then I would think to do.” Iorlas turned away from the festivities and looked gloomily out into the hallway.
The elf lord was silent before he answered grimly. “It would seem he has truly lost all sense of reality. If he thinks to claim such a prize he will have both ada and us to contend with.” He turned to Iorlas and once more placed a hand on the younger elf’s shoulder. “It will not come to that, Iorlas, and…” he paused turning the young warrior to face him, “if anyone will win her heart, it will not be such a one as he. I would say if such is your wish, and she is of like mind, ada would not refuse such a union.”
Iorlas looked up at Elrohir a sudden gleam of hope in his green eyes. “Do you think he would really accept me? My suite for her?”
“It is not ada you must convince. Eleiann still has yet to reached her majority and she will wish to complete her training before such a future is contemplated. She has also to make the choice of the peredhil. If she chooses to join the world of men and not that of the eldar, then such a match would mean you would loose her when she passes beyond the circles of the world and you would be left alone until the world’s ending. Only if she chooses to be of the eldar would ada consider such a match for both of you.”
Iorlas groaned. “I did not think about that.”
Elrohir looked about and frowned. “This is neither the time or place to discuss such a private matter. You have much to do to secure your inheritance first. Ada will insist on a secure future for her in either circumstance.”
The young elf nodded as his eyes once more focused on the slender figure in the rose dress moving across the crowded dance floor following the lead of her brother Elladan. Her face was flushed and she laughed as she turned and dipped in the swift steps of a traditional country-dance. As the dance came to an end Elladan swung her around one final time grinning down at her. Returning his grin she clung to him as she steadied herself and shook her head. She said something that caused Elladan to throw back his head and laugh then both turned and rejoined their family near the doors leading out to the broad terrace off of the Hall of Fire. Elrond and Amarie smiled indulgently, clearly enjoying the pleasure of the younger family members.
Iorlas turned his head and once again glared at Lord Carenthir who had paused in his discussion with one of his cronies to watch as the couple rejoined The Lord and Lady of Imladris. He lifted his glass of wine and silently contemplated them all through narrowed eyes before tossing its contents down in one swallow and wiping a hand across thin smirking lips.
“Iorlas!” Elrohir warned quietly as his young companion stiffened once more and grasped his dagger tightly. “ If you cannot restrain yourself, you had best return to your chambers.”
The younger elf sighed and forced him-self to relax. “You are right meldir nin. I know I am being foolish but it is so hard to watch him swagger about as if he has the right to. We cannot risk failure now simply because I am impatient. Odhron nin have waited this long for justice so I can wait a few more hours to see it done right.”
“A few more hours are all we will need.” The low satisfied voice of Glorfindel sounded behind them and the seneschal emerged from the hallway moving into the shadows to join them. “Kiril has arrived with our friends from Linden and they are safely ensconced in their quarters.”
“Any problems?” Elrohir asked.
Glorfindel shook his head. “Apparently not. Kiril also found some other information on our chief friend’s activities. We will not have any problem in providing support to the proper claimant tomorrow.” He glanced at Iorlas and grinned.
Elrohir nodded. “Ada wants to meet together after the feast is over to go over the rest of the schedule. There is another bit of information I think he should be aware of before tomorrow’s activities.”
Glorfindel frowned at him questioningly.
The seneschal nodded and all three turned back towards the celebration in the Hall of Fire. A house elf entered from the other side of the room and looked about until he spotted the three elves standing at the back of the room. Catching Elrohir’s eye he gestured to the terrace and when the young elf lord nodded he disappeared through the doors. Elrohir quietly left the Hall of Fire, and made his way to the terrace.
Much later Elrond, joined by his ionnath, Glorfindel, Erestor, and Iorlas, sat in his private study reviewing the progress of their plotting. Satisfied that everything was still going according to plan and Carenthir’s fellow conspirators from Linden were safely ensconced in the cells prepared for them in the lower reaches of Imladris the elf lord gave his approval for the next stage which would see the downfall of the kin slayer.
“Is there anything else we need to be aware of before we retire for the night?” Erestor queried looking up from his checklist.
Elrohir exchanged looks with Iorlas and then cleared his throat. “There is the matter of another facet of Carenthir’s intentions.”
Erestor stared in shock as Elrohir detailed what hr had found out.
Elrond glared at his ion. “He would not dare think I would countenance such a union.”
Elrohir nodded. “Apparently he feels he would be doing you a favor in offering to marry her. After all no self respecting elf would really seek to marry one who was only marginally a peredhil.”
“How did you find this out, ‘Roh?” Elladan asked his brother.
“Carenthir has a spy in Imladris who apparently found out about Eleiann’s arrival sometime ago. How he discovered ada was her father is not clear, but one of the house elves heard him discussing it with Carenthir earlier this evening and reported it to me after the feast. He did not like a guest being so disrespectful of his lord, nor the fact that that one of ours is spying for someone like Carenthir.”
“Who is this spy?” Glorfindel said in a cold voice.
“Dathir, one of the young healing students. His odhron were from Linden originally.”
“I will see he is taken care of immediately.” Glorfindel rose from his chair and moved towards the door.
“’Fin, no, Kiril has him under surveillance. If we lock him up before we have Carenthir in custody we might raise Carenthir’s suspicions. Kiril has one of his younger warriors keeping Dathir company and doing his best to get him drunk.” Elrohir grinned. “His inebriated state should prevent our friend from being suspicious.”
“Does Carenthir suspect anything?” Elrond interjected.
“Apparently not.” Elrohir shook his head. “He is continuing his private celebration in his chambers and our house elf is seeing that his supply of miruvor is plentiful. He says that the whole bunch are very sloppy drunks and even Carenthir will not be standing for long.”
Glorfindel smiled evilly. “He may well begin the day with a giant headache, but he certainly will end it with one.
Gur uin hil –counsel of the heir’s choosing
Hud uin din – the opening of the assembly
Gur uin baudh – judgment counsel
odhron nin-my parents
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