Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-26295802-20150803151128/@comment-26295802-20150810205514

mysterious ship sailed into Pelgir: decorated in the old elven fashion, carved in the likeness of a swan. It pulled into the royal harbour that was only to be used by the guests of the King.

"You, there!" shouted a guard "This port is only to be used by the king's orders. Please go back to whence you came."

Despite the guard's instructions, the swan ship pulled alongside the dock and let down the boarding plank. A party of elves, singing warsongs of old, marched slowly and orderly out of the ship and stood at attention. A man, apperently the leader of the elves, walked out of the ship after, and stood before them. He was tall and fair, bearing a blue cloak and finely crafted armour, the helm being forged in the shape of a swan. The citizens of Umbar got as close as they dared, and stared at them with wonder: thousands upon thousands of years it had been since the fair folk brought a ship into any of  Âdûnâhk's ports.

"I have come to speak with the king of this land!" shouted the man in the swan-helm.

It was entirely against regulations, but so great was the power and authority in the man's voice, the guards let him pass upon the road to Minas Tirith Unhindered The elves stood at attention by the ship, ready to leave again when their leader was finished.

"My lord!" said the man unto King  Âdûnâhk  "My name is Amrothos, son of Imrahil and noble of Dol Amroth. I am here as a parley: to ask what your position is in the quest of my brother Elphir: do you support it, or will you come against it?"