Thread:High Prince Imrahil/@comment-26535281-20160123224733/@comment-26295802-20160129235405

Dark dwarves 2 wrote:

"Yes...... and with axes." "Well I'm sure my father will explain our rules to you. In the mean time I have. . . other buisness to attend to."

Elphir winks at Lothiriel and is gone

Lothiriel takes Kulmuk eagerly by the hand and leads him to the seat on the end of the prince's table.

"You might need someone to explain all this to you" she whispers "I'll try and do so, we have many odd cerimonies during the feast."

And indeed, its all very odd.

"You see those elves over there?" she whispers "Those are the Lord Edacnik and the Lady Itallie. Edacnik is my uncle, and Itallie is a far more distant relation. . . Oh! And see those nobles over there? The gruff looking one is Uncle Travian. He's not really my uncle, of course, but he and father are like brothers in spirit. Travian's the seneschal you know. . . and those elves over there are Branon and Gaerion, sons of the first prince of Dol Amroth. They are seldom here, but they try to attend The Feast every year"

Lothiriel continues to point out various knights and nobles, explaining who they are and what they're like. But she suddenly falls silent, as a minstrel stands upon a raised podium at the center of the table

"We're very famous for our minstrels" she says

And slowly, with words that fall like silver rain, the minstrel sings a few songs. ..