"Asirnoth is here, Aliria, and the Everqueen is still not ready to greet him. I'm waiting for you to decide about a possible solution for this matter. The shuttle will arrive to the docks soon", said the Imperial Chancellor, Celestrianna Paelisi, dressed as usual in the golden outfit that was the privilege of her status.
The Princess sighed, even before finally turning to face the Chancellor, the long skirt of her dress spinning into the hair as her body turned with inhuman and exquisite delicacy, then directed her stare to Celestrianna, one of the women that raised her, one of her best friends. "Tell me what to do, Aunt Celes. I don't think we should tell him the truth, not until she's ready to tell him herself. Please, your counsel and advise are welcomed now, wise former mentor", said Aliria in a low voice, approaching her friend to lean her head in her shoulder.
Celestrianna was quiet for a moment, her practical, quick mind wondering the probabilities of finding the right solution to the problems they were facing. Finally the elven Lady spoke, in a soft, lovely tone, "Aliria, dear. We need time. It's not the first time Elurín goes through this. She will recover soon as always, yet I don't think we should tell the C'tan to wait, and that will raise questions in his mind that we wouldn't like to answer. You should go to the docks and greet him, and offer him a nice tour through your own state. I promise I'll handle everything as fast as I could so the Everqueen can meet him properly once she's alright".
"And what if she doesn't recover soon?. Once she spent a week there", asked Aliria, her eyes pleading to the woman that took care of her in her early years.
"She will recover soon, Lady Daeros and Aleinna are already taking care of that. Trust me, she'll be ready to meet the C'tan Lord, but you must go and deceive him, delay him. He shouldn't know what's going on", answered the Chancellor again, her hand slowly sliding between the soft hair of the Princess.
"I'll do it, there are secrets that shouldn't be uncovered, not even to her close ones. It's our duty, isn't it?", answered Aliria, finally her quick and warm smile taking over her features again. "So be it, I'll take a train to the docks. Can you please arrange a welcome party, Aunt?", she said, turning around to find the proper clothes a Princess should wear to greet such an important dignatary as Asirnoth was.
"Of course I will, and don't be too pushed, I have faith in the Valar that they will help us in this matter", said the other woman quickly leaving the room to take care of the pertinent affairs.
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when the door of the shuttle opened in the 307th landing bay of the Craftworld, everything was ready. Aunt Celes is really talented for this, I'm so lucky to have her around, Aliria thought as her eyes took a look of the nice decoration, the servants, the wine, the honor guard and the music. Everything was perfect, of course, with the clear exception that the Everqueen should be there to greet her guest and lover.
She straightened herself and fixed the circlet of mithril around her forehead, posing as the Princess and heir she was, prepared to greet the C'tan Lord, Asirnoth the VoidDragon, lover of her ancestor and ruler the Everqueen.
Aliria bowed too, answering to the good manners of the VoidDragon, smiling at the thought that the Everqueen was the one that educated her lover so good in the aelosian ways. "I'm as marveled as you with this meeting, Asirnoth the Void Dragon. Please be welcomed to the Craftworld once again", she said in a soft, diplomatic and formal tone
Asirnoth stepped a little closer, "It is always an honour," he said, his own tone somewhat less formal, his business her wasn't exactly official after all, "to visit Aelosia," he left it unclear if he reffered to his lover, or the nation that bore her name. He probably meant both.
"And it's an honour to have you here, Lord of the C'tan, Scourge of the Eldar", she answered, refering to the meaning of "Aelosia" as the country. She took a glass of wine that a page humbly extended to her and gave it to Asirnoth. "Please have a toast with me, for the friendship of our peoples", she said, taking another glass for her
Asirnoth took the glass in his hand and raised his arm a little, "The friendship of our peoples. May it grow ever closer...".
"I'm sure it will. After all, we always manage to get out of the way of most, and be sure that noone steps on our own", she answered, softly clashing the edge of her glass against Asirnoth's one, smiling.
The C’tan smiled a little at that comment, "I hope it will as well," he says, sipping the glass in a surprisingly delicate manner given his reputation, "dare I ask where the queen is?" he said, suddenly...
"Oh, the Queen", said Aliria, her eyes fixed in Asirnoth's ones with almost a burning intensity. "She's quite occupied right now, so I came over to not disturb her, but she'll come soon, ready to meet you in a proper manner"
"Ah excellent," he said, accepting this explanation, "I look forward to seeing her. I've persuaded the Emperor to permit me to extend a gift to her that you may be interested in."
"I'm sure she will love to find out about that gift, and she will find the way to reward you, in a proper manner", said the Princess, winking to Asirnoth with her left eye in a slow, almost seductive way, her eye lashes forming an arc of perfection as she did so
The Dragon smiled, and returned Aliria's conspiratorial wink, "So," he asked, "how have you been of late then?"
"Fine, of course a little bit lonely after all those mentors departed. After all a Princess doesn't have enough time to have friends. Intimate and close friends", she said, a smile that was better in the lips of a more mature and not so innocent woman appearing in her mouth.
"I see," he says, "I hear that Lady Sirithil's son is rather keen on becoming... intimate and close friends with you though..."
"Yes, he should be, at least", said Aliria closing her eyes and shaking her head a bit. "Although I don't see him around, Do you?", she said, a both mischievous and seductive look in her bright clear eyes
He smiled a little, "Not at the moment... but I'm certain that some subtle motivation can be provided to him to get himself up here..." he said with alittle grin of his own.
Aliria laughed, in a very light hearted way, still staring at Asirnoth's eyes. "I suppose I should write him a letter, but then again I find some lovers more...dedicated than others", her words accompanied by another playful wink
He smiled, wondering how to say I'll give him a kick up the arse to motivate him if you want in an appropriately courtly manner. "I'm sure I could have a little talk with him to impart such dedication," he said, returning her flirting wink again.
The Princess smiled to Asirnoth, now offering him her arm to walk alongside him. "It would be a lovely thing for you to do, of course, so I could find myself less lonely than now. After all, sometimes I think this Craftworld is full of handsome nobles...", she continued letting the last phrase to hang unfinished in the air. He took her arm, and smiled, "I am sure," he said, considering carefully, "that you could have your pick of them, but I would, were I you, still consider the potential of such a foreign liason very highly..."
"I still do, should he ever find such liason interesting enough. I'm not a woman that is currently interested in disdain, My Lord Asirnoth", she answered quickly, her features adopting a bored expression, "Nor do I want to trust in an unilateral interest, My Liege", she quikly added.
He smiled a little, "I would say, a lack of experience with the opposite gender more than a lack of interest in yourself is his problem," he said, "in any case, how has the Everqueen been of late?" he asked, trying to change the topic to something more innocous.
Aliria cursed in her mind realizing the failure of her deceiving tactic of conversation, finding herself facing the question she didn't want to answer, "Occupied, I think", she said after several seconds of silence. "To manage an Empire is not an easy task. Even more when you try to not let your subordinates handle anything"
Asirnoth was for his part, trying to steer her back away from frustration with Maglor, he doesn't want her irritated with the Menelmacari crown prince after all. He smiled, "I fear," he said, "I'm about to increase her workload greatly then..."
"And I'm quite sure she'll be happy if you do that. She has been an workholic lately. Even news of war will bring her great joy", almost interrumpted the Princess. "Oh no, something much more civilised than war," he said with a smile, "in my opinion at least."
Another sindarin curse slipped inside Aliria's mind as she walked alongside him. "Something regarding your relationship?. I apologize for being so rude bringing this topic, but I know about your bond with the Everqueen, if we can call that intimacy with such words"
He laughed, "Oh, nothing as personal as I imagine you think..."
OOC:
The Void Dragon and myself worked this out in mIRC, of course.
The Ctan
27-01-2005, 11:59
The palace also was...weird by the entire absence of wraithbone, present in being built with more traditional and rare materials like wood and stone. And Asirnoth enjoyed a quite quiet evening until several hard, confident knocks echoed in the door of his chambers. The knocks repeated again, now more silently, as if the person from the other side of the door suddenly felt a strange need for subtlety and stealth
"Enter," Asirnoth said, after a moment, looking up.
The door knob rotated slowly, and suddenly a hard push opened the twin edges of the double door towards the inside, a dark silhouette standing in the door, clad in a wraithbone armour with a floating cloak behind his figure. "Are you the Yngir dignitary? The Aelosia's lover?” asked a voice, grave and grim, diffused with a metallic, robotic reverb, effect of the pressured helmet.
He nodded a little, "Yes..."
"Are you the Void Dragon? the Vaul's Opponent, the Scourge of a Thousand Worlds?", repeated the voice, as if not convinced by the figure in front of him. "I was expecting...better"
He blinked, this interrogation was a slight, "Perhaps you were expecting me not to be able to clad myself in whatever raiment I whim?" he asked sarcastically.
"No. I was expecting to choose a better one, actually", said the figure taking a step inside the chamber. "One more according to the tales of your power"
"After a ten thousand times a thousand years, one gains the confidence not to need to show off one's power simply because one can," he replied, "who are you?"
"Your guide tonight. Yngir. The only one in this country that wants to bring you to the Queen right now"
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Virgil, if you like that one. If you don't, I can choose a new one. Vaul, perhaps?” said the voice from the other side of the helmet with a sarcastic tone
"Vaul is an amusing name," he said, "Then let us go..."
"Follow me, it's a long way from here to the grove, but we must do it on foot, if we raise suspicions or attention, you'll be kindly asked to return to your chambers", answered Asirnoth's visitor, placing the dark cloak over his figure
"I see," he said, obliging. As if to address the previous complaints about his unimpressive appearance, he exhaled a silver vapour for a moment as he walked. The vapour flowed around him and condensed itself into a long black hooded cloak draped over his form.
"Now that's better, you're not disappointing me now", said the other figure as he silently walked out of the manor and into the gardens of the D'Hyru estates, walking through them for more than an hour without saying a word... He followed wordlessly too, taking in everything around him in more detail than even an elf ever could.
The man in front of him walked in large strides, and his armour probably wasn't designed for him, but for someone larger, as bits of the wriathplates hung to the sides, the artificial mantle of the Craftworld's night covered the entire scene, until they finally reached an electric fence marking some kind of border or limit
Asirnoth simply stepped through the fence, and waited for his guide to use whatever means of passing through it he had. Quickly drawing a black steel sword, the man cut the wires of the fence as easily as a knife through butter, yet for sure he was really surprised as how Asirnoth passed through them. He stood motionless for a moment, looking to Asirnoth through his helmet
After a moment Asirnoth glanced back, "Yes?"
"Nothing...Ju...just...wondering something", he answered with the metallic and modulated tone behind his helmet
"And what thing were you wondering?" he asks. His suspicions regarding this... character had grown somewhat.
"Just wondering...How to keep you in one place, but it was just a slip of the mind. Follow me if you want to see...your lover", answered the figure, inside his helmet echoing something that could have been listen as a chuckle as he finished the last sentence.
"I see," he said. "Lead on..."
The man continued through a thick forest, filled with strange noises and images of feral, yellow eyes in the midst of the tall and unnatural trees. Until he suddenly halted his pace, stopped, crossed his arms over his chest and waited...
"This is the place?" he asked, looking around slowly.
"The place is a glade over there, but my path ends here. I won't go over there, if I want to avoid problems for myself. You can't miss it, just follow from here fifty steps", said the strange figure, already turning to leave, the sound of the running water of a jumping creek echoing a little bit forward.
Asirnoth watched him leave, and then turns to follow the directions, silently, his step falling an inch from the forest floor, so as to make no noise whatsoever. The glade appeared after several steps forward. A lovely creek with a small waterfall rest in the middle of the opening, the sounds of many birds musically melting with the singing waters was revealed. Many animals gathered near the water, yet a threatening growling sound near Asirnoth probably distracted him from the main scene at the top of the waterfall...
Asirnoth gave the source of the growling a brief glance, and if for the sake of appearance only, waved his hand in its direction, shedding a startlingly bright beam of light in its direction.
The growling sound quickly grew stronger, suddenly followed by several furious barks all around Asirnoth, the light not seeming to be affecting the pack of really large silvery wolves around him, starting to show him their large, gleaming fangs
Asirnoth ponders for a moment. He melts some of his form just below the skin into a tasteless and quite cool liquid metal, and reaches toward one of the wolves, his scent becoming most unnatural. He assumes, like most predators, they'll leave when they realise he's inedible. The wolves retreat a few steps towards the river, looking strangely disturbed by the smell, yet their lithe and powerful forms sill stood between Asirnoth's and the waterfall, for sure not looking for prey, but instead protecting their territory.
Asirnoth considered again. He doesn't want to kill them, and flying over them would just mean they'd pursue him. The scent changes back and, after a moment he decided he might as well have a go at talking to the creatures, in Sindarin of course, "let me pass..." he says in a commanding tone.
The wolves just growl harder, and a fierce voice echoes inside Asirnoth's mind. "We won't, the Mistress is with us now, leave, bipedal sorcerer, come back later"
"Show me to her," he demands.
"Or what?” was the enraged answer, now with a different voice. "You will take her away from us, away from her family. Leave her with us!"
"Perhaps I will. Or perhaps not," he says, "you do not and cannot know."
The wolves just beginning to lower the tone of their growl, and then circled around Asirnoth for a moment, finally forming a circle around him, with a narrow point opened towards the waterfall. "If you try to hurt her or to take her away, you'll feel the fangs of the Hounds of Oröme, stranger. Take your time, as she won't hear you", was the response of the strange voice of the wolf pack.
I see," he said, and began walking toward the waterfall. He was none too concerned by the threats of the wolves, for he thought that they would pass through him as easily as electric fencing, though given their nature, this was perhaps untrue.
Asirnoth could see the splendour of the glade as he came out of the last tress covering the vision, and it was indeed a wonderful one. The waters were translucent, pure and clear, with dozens of birds of all colours dancing around the waterfall like a whirlwind of colours. Atop the fall, a humanoid figure was resting right in the middle of the feathered tornado, a heavenly and exquisite laughter echoing over the songs of the birds, and the sound of the water
Lesser hearts would had lost control in awe, as the scene was as beautiful as few things could ever be, and more than a weak willed person would had cried out of happiness at the wondrous sight. A fallen tree was placed near the small waterfall, although there were no means to walk to the single stone in the middle of the water, where the figure was sitting.
After a short moment's looking around, he stepped out onto the water, the soles of his shoes touching the water and causing little ripples to spread across the surface as he walked over toward the stone, listening carefully. Suddenly all the birds stopped flying around in circles, all of them posing over the humanoid over the waterfall. The laugh stopped, and even the waters started to run slowly, lessening its sound.
He stopped, "Well... This is... odd..." he said, after a moment as the eerie silence surrounded the glade, and a distant growl could be heard in the border of the forest. "Who are you, stranger?" a voice beautiful beyond any account or taste asked from atop the rock. "Why are you in this forbidden forest?" However, another detail could not escape Asirnoth's acute sight, a pair of bodies floating near him, their backs coming out of the water as floating pieces of wood.
"You ought to know me well..." he says for a moment. He doesn't give the bodies a glance. Given how many people he has, well, eaten, that's not really unnatural to him.
"I don't. Your appearance doesn't tell me anything about you. Are you an elf? From which realm did you come?” asked the figure atop the waterfall, entirely covered by birds. Asirnoth doesn't necessarily approve of the bodies, and he did wonder what she gets out of it. "I am not an elf," he replied, "And I come from the stars."
His eyes narrowed a little, "Where are we?" he asked on the suspicion growing in his mind.
From above? Noone has come from above here. And you're in the woods near Dimbar, if that place still exist, that is"
"It does not," he says, "much has been changed."
"These are dark times for us all. Indeed", said the enchanting female voice. "What are you looking for in this hidden spot, in the Island of the Death that Lives?"
"A woman called Aelosia," he said after a moment, "do you know that name?"
"No, I don't know her. Never heard of her before. However I do sense and smell metal in you", continued the voice, the birds flapping their wings a bit, creating a strange effect over the figure
"What?" he asked, "Would you prefer to sense then?"
"I don't like metal. Metal is brought here by the tree whackers and the bearded devils", said the voice, "I prefer the sound of water and the smell of the hemlocks"
Asirnoth altered his scent once more to smell more, well, elvish, as they have a distinctive odour.
"Your smell has changed. Yet you don't seem to be any of Ilúvatar's sons. Who are you, Star traveller? Why do you look for this woman?", continued the voice, with a more demanding tone.
"All things that speak are children of Ilúvatar, natural or adopted or of course, perversions thereof. I should hope you do not think me one of the latter..." he said, mindful of elfish beliefs. He has read up on the theology of elves, as one can see.
"I don't think anything about you, I'm just a young child lost in the woods. Have you seen my brother?" asked the figure, in a playful, yet worried voice. "I haven't seen him in a while. He's an elf boy, a black haired one; he dresses in furs and feathers. Have you seen him?"
"I have not. What is his name?"
"Elúred, my father called him. If you haven't seen him, then you killed him, I guess," said the voice slowly rising in anger.
"I have killed nothing here," he said, after a moment.
"Yes you did, the smell of blood is still strong all over you. You have killed thousands, and now you have killed my brother!" said the figure, screaming the last phrase and standing from the sitting position as the birds flew away from her, leaving her only covered by a little strap of fur over her waist. It was Aelosia indeed who stood there, yet she was looking...different.
He gestures to the two bodies in the water, "And these? Who killed them?"
"Those...those were orcs, sent here by the Dark One of the north...No, they were dwarves, dwarves that came here to take the Nauglamir from my father's neck...They are noldor, the same Noldor that left me here to die in the fangs of wolves...They...They are your accomplices! They helped you to kill my brother!” screamed the voice again, a hidden cry inside the roaring voice as the voice cracked out of sadness and grief
"And do you smell them on me?" he asks, curiously, and saddened somewhat himself.
"YES! you smell like them. You smell like death, you smell like frenzy, slaughter, carnage...you...you", said the queen before collapsing to the floor, weeping soundly
Asirnoth rushed over to catch her as she collapsed, quite confused by all this of course.
Aelosia hid her face in Asirnoth's lap, crying soundly, her body cold and trembling. Yet again the threatening sound of the growling wolves inside the forest echoed through the glade, slowly approaching.
He stroked her hair a little, tenderly, ignoring them completely, "I'm sorry dear," he said, after a moment.
"You...you are sorry? You are sorry for killing my brother?” the voice slowly recovering the former anger, the body tightening amazing strong muscles under the soft and tender-looking skin, even with the many scars along the back and the forearms of the queen.
"I did not kill your brother," he said.
"Yes you did", said Elurín again, slowly rising from his lap, in her face both a youth and a flame of anger reflecting through her pupils. "Yes you did", said the young Elurín, lost in her visions and delusion.
"No," he said, "Your brother, and even the likes of Celegorm, who is responsible for this, are long long dead. I never met either."
"Celegorm! Celegorm!. Devil, evil Celegorm!” she screamed, the flame still blazing inside her. "If he really died then where are the Noldor now, where are their proud banners and their shining armours? Did Morgoth, the Dark of the North, enslave them? Did they fall in their damned battles? Answer me stranger, and I'll let you leave this glade alive"
"The sons of Fëanor are largely dead. They were most often slain in their foolish quest. Maedhros threw himself into a volcano, and Maglor was overcome by despair," he says after a while. True perhaps, but not entirely true.
"Then the valar have taken my revenge from me. They have denied my pleasure. So be it. You can leave now, stranger, and beware, because many things lurk in the shadows of this forest, and not all are beautiful, good or innocent", said Elurín regaining a proud and regal appearance
"Then I shall take my leave," he said, eventually, "but I shall return another time," he said, helping her to sit up before standing.
"Don't, I live more quietly and happy here, in the woods, surrounded by friends that will never betray me, and where the allies of the Dark Master cannot reach"
He smiled a little as he walks away, taking no notice. No doubt his immediate departure will come as a shock to the Aelosians, but he needed to consult his ‘brother’ on this. Such things were quite beyond him.
As he leaves, a soft chuckle echoed few steps in front of him... He paused as the man that guided him towards the glade was there, looking at him from a lower branch of a tree. "Liked your lover? You seem to be a little.... Disturbed, perhaps?"
"Yes. I did," he said, walking on. The other could follow him if he wished.
The other just stays there, and directs him a few last words. "Do you think it is fair for us to have a queen that doesn't even know the First Age have ended?"
He paused once more. "Follow," he snapped.
"Why should I?", said the other, looking amused by Asirnoth's attitude.
The Yngir turned, and his eyes narrowed. There was a sharp telekinetic tug to the man's neck, probably causing him to fall out of the tree.
The guy quickly stumbled and fells from the tree, yet managed to fall in a very smooth and agile manner, beneath the cloak the glow of a silvery blade reflected the fake moonlight for just a second. "I'll take it as you are used to be obeyed?"
There's still a slight feel of that collar, "Yes. Bad things happen to those who don't obey me. Now follow."
"To where? if you may inform me?", answered the man, still managing to restore a playing tone.
He stalked off, "My shuttle," he says, "how many know of this?"
"Some of the Noble Heads. The Paelisi, Aliria, of course. The Lady of Minstrels, the Cúthalion Lady...Just a few, I guess", was the answer as the elf folded his sword and followed Asirnoth
"Yet most of the people know she's insane, although they don't have as many details as you and me, Sire"
"I see. Good," he said, "If this gets out, I shall hunt you down, flay you alive and send you in a box of salt to Morgoth." His tone suggested he is serious about that...
"If this continues for long, Sire, I fear you'll be obliged to do that. My patience have a limit, and she won't be the first Aelosian leader overthrown by me, although indeed she will be the greatest", the man answered, in a daring and challenging tone
"I see," he said, debating killing the person who would dare to usurp his lover, "it shall not go on long."
"We hope so. We indeed hope so", said the man, then falling silent.
The C’tan carried on leading the other, who he suspects, incorrectly, he may have guessed the identity of, through the wilds and toward the less noble areas of the craftworld. It was a long walk, and the Yngir set a brisk pace.
Finally they arrived to the dock area, arriving at the bay holding Asirnoth's shuttle through a special elevator. "Here we are, Asirnoth the Void Dragon, now how I can serve you?"
"Wait at the bottom of the ramp," he says. The shuttle has clearly prepared itself while they were on the way.
The guy crossed his hands over his chest, and waited there as Asirnoth commanded
For several minutes there were strange sounds from within the shuttle. Sounds of things being cut and shaped. The figure just waited, not daring to approach the shuttle
Asirnoth stalked down the ramp, toward the figure...
"Now what? Are you going to show me something?” the figure said, from the safety of his helmet
"Take off the helmet. I wish to look upon you."
"Sorry, Yngir, but secrecy of my identity must be maintained. Part of the deal", he said, still in the metallic and modulated tone of the helmet
He glared, and tightened the telekinetic grip a little; "I made no deal with you."
Asirnoth found that the guy was resisting the pressure pretty well. "Yes you did, even if you don't want to acknowledge it, Lord of the Necrons. And I don't fall prey to the same trick twice. Are you going to rape the laws of hospitality killing your own host?"
"You are not my host. You can take the helmet off, or I can take it off you..."
"The helmet doesn't come out that easily. And you're also calling unwarranted attention...” said the other man with a gasp, for sure investing some effort to resist Asirnoth's powers, as he pointed towards the dock's guards, running towards their location
Asirnoth hissed slightly, and interposes himself between the guide and the guards. He pushes his hand through the man's belly, quite harmlessly, if not comfortably, another use of his phase-shifting tricks, and lets something go, a large and acid resistant spider like creature, which grabs on to the side of the elf's stomach. "This will ensure that I can find you when I return, to ensure that my threat can be carried out. You can try and remove it, but I can't guarantee that it won't... explode. You may want to invest in a lot of indigestion tablets in the near future. It's likely not entirely comfortable..."
The elf fell to the floor in all fours, gasping and looking to regain the lost breath. Then another different, now feminine voice sounded beneath the helmet "Damn you Yngir. What...Remove it!"
"I will remove it. When your threats to my lover no longer concern me," he said, turning toward the shuttle."
"Your lover is a threat to us all! Even to herself! I thought someone like you would realize it better. She has killed many innocents in those damn ponds! What if she never recovers for one of those crisis?!", yelled the fallen figure, kneeled, to the back of Asirnoth. "You...If you don't help me, someone will, then"
He glanced at the guards, "I shall help. But my expertise runs in other directions. I must go, and consult with my brother on the matter before taking action. Anything I do in haste might only make it worse..."
"Then you are indeed your brother's dog. I won't look for you further", said the woman as she finally crawled away from the guards, disappearing in a dark corner.
Asirnoth sighs, she's actually gotten to him, "I'm an engineer, not a doctor. He is. Think upon it you foolish wench!"
"Are you ok, My Liege?" asked the first guard to arrive to Asirnoth's side. "We thought you might be in danger. Can any of us be of assistance?" he said with a puzzled look.
He turned, "No, I was in no danger. But if you could please tell the docking control that I wish to leave, and will probably return in a few hours, that would be most appreciated. I commend your vigilance."
"Yes, Sire, your orders will be obeyed", said the guard quickly giving instruction to his partners to notice the dock control about the leaving "If you were attacked, Sire. I would appreciate if you can fill a form and give a declaration", continued the elf, possibly worried.
"No. I was not attacked. That... person... was actually more helpful than you know..."
"Alright, Sire. I'm sorry if we were inconvenient..."
"Not at all," he says, asking both for their names and ranks, intending to have some approving letter written about each, before striding up the ramp, "not at all…"