King Elessar
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King of Gondor Lord of the D?nedain Ex-Wanderer Commander of the Armies of The West
"Put my sandwich down Gimli"
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Post by King Elessar on Mar 12, 2007 8:45:36 GMT
Aragorn, the king had been stood outside the tent for a long time. He had not entered and that mad the guards a little wairy. When Beregond returned from his appointed taske, the King took the items from him. Aragorn walked into the tent wearing his white cloth tunic embroidered in silver in the shape of the white tree of Gondor. He was carrying a bundle of fine cloth fitted for a woman. "These Rana are the clothes of the House of the Stewards. It is both Boromir's wish and my own that you should wear these with Honour and Pride." he said, walking towards Brania. "amin Elessar aran onin no' lle Brania i' aith en' Cerme en' Gondor ar' shorna en' Cair Andros."
Aragorn walked forward presented Brania with the mark of the House of the Stewards and place a delecate circlet on her head of the finest Elven silver. He beamed at her.
"You are perhaps wondering why I am not at Minas Tirith. I came to speak to Faramir. There is some business I must attend to." Aragorn said. " You should go change into that." he said pointing at the clothes. "Faramir and i shall wait here till your ready."
Elvish translation: I King Elessar mark Brania as a member of the house of Steward and Princess of Cair Andros
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Brania of Lorien
Dúnedain of the South
Wanderer Healer
Myrddin Dark Elf Elven Assassin
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Post by Brania of Lorien on Mar 28, 2007 4:30:42 GMT
She watched as Beregond followed the orders her brother gave him. Her brother....it wasn't a label she was used to giving out, even in her mind. The closest she had been able to do for many years was the adoptive brothers of the Lothlorien Elves that had taken her in. It wasn't the same. Brania found herself suddenly shy, unsure what to say to him after all these years. They weren't the young adults they had been when they last met. So many things had happened to them both. Someone came back into the tent and Brania was saved from having to come up with an intelligent topic of conversation.
Turning to look, she saw someone she never expected to see here. Actually, she never expected to see him dressed like that. There was no mistake that her friend and fellow wander Strider was also the King, Elessar. Rana could decide whether to be angry with her friend for keeping this from her or be happy to see him. They hadn't seen each other in several years. He spoke, a mix of Westron and Elvish. She couldn't comprehend what he was saying for a moment. He was returning her status? He birthright? And granting her an additional title? Wait, she didn't want more titles...didn't want to be in the spotlight....but how could she argue with theKing?
She accepted the bundle without protest, her mind still trying to catch up with what was going on. He told her to go change and she blinked at him and arched an eyebrow. A ghost of a smile she would have given her friend Strider played on her lips. "And where does his Majesty suggest I do so?"
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