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Azura (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/ALown/Nationstates/Azura.jpg) walked out onto the hangar. Soldiers cloaked in forest green waited in lines as a warm, dry breeze blew through. The vaulted ceiling echoed back the sounds of the ship's door opening and the ramp sliding smoothly from the ship's hull. "Mother!" came a cry as Azura was embraced strongly. Azura put her hands upon the young elf's face. "Vanya (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/ALown/Nationstates/Vanya2.jpg), my jewel." she said as she kissed her forehead. Azura's eyes lifted up from her daughter and welled up with happiness as she went forwards and embraced the elf standing in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her. They stayed there for what seemed like a silent eternity before the three went inside together.

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The Elvenking has returned to his throne.

In celebration over the return of the great Thranduil (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/ALown/Nationstates/Thranduil1.jpg), Queen Azura will host a coronation party in the halls of Amon Carn; the great mountain Olympus.
All dignitaries of Elven nations are requested to attend. As well, all dignitaries from Bajon's martian allies and friends are encouraged to come as well.

Her Majesty, Empress Friedelinde Alderman I, and Her Majesty's Government welcome the long awaited return of King Thranduil of Bajon. Long have we awaited the day when Bajon would return to resume its place in among the international community. It is the hope of Her Majesty that relations between the United Star Empire and the Everlasting Realm will continue to grow and propser as they have in recent years.

Sincerely,
Duke Adrian Sterling,
First Minister for Her Majesty's Foreign Affairs

OOC: Post to come, as soon as I get enough sleep to be coherent with a spellcheck....

Your Majesties,
It would be our honor and pleasure to attend both to represent the Menegrothrim branch of House Oropher and the Menegrothrim Avari population as well as to represent our queen and nation at this gathering of Quendi.
In Service,
Lady Roccolinde nos Oropher
Lady Melwe nos Eruista

Araglen Moril (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Moril) nos Celebraw of Nanakaland read the invite once and then he read it again. The opportunity has arisen! he thought. I shall make myself known to the public for the first time in a long time. Moril sighed. Thus is the life of an exiled elf, attending events of other elves. I shall regain my throne, but that will be a long time down the road. Until then, this... Moril took his time to write a letter.

Dear Azura nos Thranduil,

I accept your invitation to the coronation party. I myself, the exiled heir of the Nanakan Empire, shall come to this party representing the diverse elven peoples of Nanakaland and the empire that should be but is not. I would be glad to attend.

Sincerely,
Araglen Moril nos Celebraw of Nanakaland,
Exiled King of the Nanakan Empire

The City churned, and the clash of Steel on Steel could be heard in certine sectors of the city. In the center a huge Pillar of stone went from the Earth to the roof of the massive chamber. Yah lu' Valuk (http://ww2.convectionconnection.com:8080/dragonace/drow.JPG) , the High King of the Drow, smiled as the message reached his ears. His red eyes glinted in the dim light as he made his reply.

To the Soon to be Crowned King of Bajon.

I of the Drow Kindom of Gareth Lodias Will send a reprisentative. To make matters clear as to why we are attending, you sent the Invatation to all Elven nations gives us the reasons enough. We are sorry if this is not acceptable, but we feel it is our right to attend, we will assume we are allowed to attend. We shall send the Lord of the Drow House of Aleval who is the third of the name Senger d'lil Jhunai.

High King of Gareth Lodias, Yah lu' Valuk

In stark contrast to the furror and bloodshed that permiated the Drow city of Gareth Lodias, the capitol of the Thelasi empire was silent and calm; every now and then a gravcar would speed by, carrying some important person to some high level business meeting of some corporation or another. Keserian watched the vehicles speed by, barely obeying the speed limit as they arced and turned around buildings, their clearance allowing them to leave the designated airways. It was a busy city, always something happening among the towering spires which always seemed to become thinner and thinner near the top, yet inside was always spacious, although Keserian knew the reason why (the towers were simply gigantic at the bottom) it never failed to amaze tourists, especially those not used to Elven architecture. But today the Force Commander really didn’t have time to watch the tourists gawk from their open air vehicles, instead, he sat himself down, and started writing,

“Dear Queen Azura,

It has been a while since the nations of Thelas and Bajon have interacted, but I am very glad that Lord Thranduil now returns to an active participation in the world. As an ancient elf who lived through the War of the Ring, it is much like once again viewing a piece of my past that has come to life.

As if you have not gathered, I will indeed be attending these ceremonies and am grateful for your invitation.”

A message would arrive in that uniquely mysterious Revenian fashion, having no discernible source, yet most assuredly existing...

It read:

"Appropriate Bajoni Official, take heed. A Revenian delegation will attend the coronation of your King. Expect the arrival of this delegation at the appropriate time, at the appropriate place.

Kaji-Adn,
Sero Relaren
High Chancellor of Revenia"

Preparations were complete, and all that was left was to wait for the guests to arrive. The royal family and the court waited patiently in the spacious throne room.

Emperor Draconis read over the invitation, smiling. It had been too long since he could escape the day to day concerns of domestic politics. He quickly penned the following response in elaborate elvish script.

I accept your most gracious invitation and shall personally attend the coronation celebrations. Long have I wished to visit your fair land. May this be a sign of future peaceful relations between our nations.

Phaeton ex Draconis,
Emperor of the Mists

Senger hoped into the Knife like ship, frowning as the thing cleared the Atmospheare and skipped into the Etherial Plain. He smiled as the ship then moved at incredable speed, going through the goasts of Stars and moons. Their was a shudder near the destination, followed by the ship droping back into the Material Plain.

*To whoever it concerns on the Surface, we are coming in for landing in the nation of Bajon, where can we find the right landing pads, please let us know.*

"Please allow Bajoni Port Authority to guide you in now. The flight path is being transmitted."

In no time, the Drow shuttle was touching down atthe far end of the main diplomatic hangar which was only a small slit in the lower slope of the great mountain. It was greeted by the traditional contingent of royal soldiers following the greeter who was none other than Vanya (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/ALown/Nationstates/Vanya2.jpg).

bumpidy bump bump

It was a mystery how the sleek, black, Revenian vessel made it to Bajoni airspace in the time it did. It was a mystery how it seemed to "appear out of nowhere" right over the diplomatic hanger, then transmit the request for landing clearance.

The transmission would be as follows:

"Caspian Del'Riva commanding Revenian Delegation requests permission to land. Del'Riva Clear."

As Caspian waited for clearance to arrive, he would smile his grim smile and finger the hilt of his Warblade. He certainly hoped nobody would try anything stupid, but if it did happen...

Caspian Del'Riva, two of his changerguard, Captain Eric Carrion, and his 1st squad, Third Company, Twilight Seraphim...would deal with it in that uniquely Revenian fashion.

Efficiently.

"Revenian ship, you are cleared to land."

OOC: I imagine this is fairly open and we're trying to speed through the arrivals so I'll just post the landing. If this is not the case, please let me know.

IC:

The small, simple TransCorp planetary hopper, hardly capible of making Mars Orbit, landed smoothly on the Bajoni landing platform.

Acting Ambassador Elizabeth (Liz) Wang knew many elves were in attendance, and worried how she would be accepted. It was a sign of just how long she had been to such a diplomatic event...and just how old she was getting.

The door/ramp slid down with soundless ease, and Liz was wheeled down by her escort; a tall young looking lad for a Wazzuian...which meant he was still short, and probably middle aged for a human. His flat black suit contrasted nicely with Ambassador Wang's white and pastel hued robes, even if she was confined to an old-style wheelchair.

OOC: Yes, would it be possible to skip to the landing? Either way I'll turn this into some form of an arrival post.

Chyawn. Chyawn. IN THEY GO!

The Drive Cutter would burn on downwards like an asteroid, stop perfectly, and drop straight down to a landing. Then the ramp would lower and Caspian Del'Riva and Erik Carrion would emerge, flanked on either side by Caspian's two Changerguard, and followed by the nine members of Erik's command squad.

They all wore armor of some sort, and all were armed in the traditional Revenian fashion -- that being "to the teeth."

Literally. One of Erik's boys had biokinetically enlengthened his canines for effect. tee-hee.

Anyways, Caspian wasn't in a good mood. Erik was rarely in a good mood these days -- stupid Elves pissed him off. Always had, always would. Made his hand twitch towards his Warblade, even now.

Caspian was carrying his sixteen pound fighting sledge loose instead of slung over his shoulder...didn't make much sense, but it was intimidating at hell. Y'see, Caspian Del'Riva was six foot six, probably two hundred four s.pounds. If there was one thing he did well, it was be intimidating.

The fact that he had a rather large porcupine with opposable thumbs riding his shoulder didn't help any. The fact that that porcupine was holding a chainsaw helped even less.

OOC:

Val, thats fine.
Rev, expect to be "de-armed" on arrival.

An Imperial sky ship cruised lazily through the upper atmosphere. It slowed to a halt over Bajoni airspace, gravitic engines distorting the air beneath the small vessel. A high power etheric transmitted sent down the following transmission.

"This is the Imperial Cruiser Malbourg, carrying the Akatoni delegation, requesting permission to land."

I find this revelation to be both intriguing and heartening, and will of course attend the coronation as requested.

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Lady Samara Neja, Vicereigne of Sentinel Two and New Bajon

When she arrived, not by shuttle but by the network of high speed maglevs that criss-crossed the surface of Mars, she was dressed in a rather short halter style dress made of an orange fabric with gold thread, her hair tied back into a single long ponytail which sported half a dozen carved golden rings holding it. Her escort was minimal, and mostly went to ground somewhere within the Bajoni capital - after all, it was unlikely that only the dignitaries would be partying on such an occasion.

"Akatoni vessel, you are cleared to land in the diplomatic hangar. A greeting party will await you."

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Azura herself went to meet Samara. After a warm greeting, she and her guard were escorted up to the capital complex. The guards were stationed in the adjacent room which was set up as more of a lounge for the escorts that would be attending.



OOC:
From now on, everyone is cleared to land. Go ahead and post yourself arriving at the Maglev terminal (for Martians) or the Diplomatic Hangar.

OOC: You can try.

IC:

The Revenian party wandered down the ramp into the diplomatic hanger...and looked around...and saw nobody...and became RATHER INCENSED...

Erik Carrion exhaled. "Hey, listen guys, stealth drive cutter. They didn't know we were coming. Don't go off all genocidal just yet, alright?"

Imagine that. Erik "I hate Existence, my life means nothing, my only dream is to die in combat" Carrion as the voice of reason...

Stranger thigns have happened...

The Vessel slipped quietly into the Atmosphere, the strange sight of the Spelljammer vessel was a marked differance from the other guests, although made of a crystal like substance and shaped much like a Butterfly, it was open air, and moved much like a sailing vessel. Onboard it where the Royal Couple Githras, and Alataire his recent as Elves count it Bride.

As the vessel slowly slipped into dock hovering ever so slightly off the floor, ramps descended, and the couple descended, escorted off the ship by five stern faced knights. Whose armour was obviously well cared for, and shined in the light. A difficult and ancient smithing technique this was a rare type of Armour, full plate that did not limit the movements of the wearers, allowing the Elves within full movement. Each Suit was considered near priceless, fitting for the Bodygaurd of the royal couple. Behind them walked another gentleman his eyes hunted the room, and while they where at their core kind, they carried a great pain. His Arm might be the source of that pain, for it ended in the glitter of Metal as through it where made of the material and indeed it was Mithril worked into a replacement arm, and heavily enchanted.

By his side Gitthras carried with him the symbol of his rulership, the Blade of Giltheran, the second Sword of Rulership. Although as they disembarked his Bodygaurd where also armed they soon took station at the foot of the Vessel that had brought them With a slight bow Githras nodded to whomever had come to greet them 'We place our safety happily in your hands for the rest of Our visit.'
The Tel'Quessir had came to Bajon.

((OOC Who could resist Tel'Quessir and Drow at the same party... Oh the fireworks are going to shine;) ))

Upon receiving clearance, the sky ship quickly descended towards the diplomatic hanger. The vessel gracefully moved into the docking facility, gravitic engines cutting out as it settled on its landing struts. A few minutes passed in silence before the boarding ramp lowered with the distinctive hiss of hydraulic cylinders.

The sounds of metal boots clanking against deck plating came from within the ship as a half dozen elite royal guards stepped into view. With military precision, they moved into positions flanking the ramp, three on each side. The guards wore suits of powered exo-armor, with high-caliber automatic guns integrated into the dull gray plating of their wrist armor. Though their eyes were concealed by the red photoreceptor lenses of their helmets, they intently watched the heavily armed Revenian delegates.

Following the royal guards, Emperor Draconis walked gracefully down the boarding ramp. He wore a floor length black coat trimmed in silver, the uniform of an Akatoni Lord Admiral. The coat was decorated with numerous military medals of crimson and gold. A long, slightly curved elven blade hung at his side, hand crafted of pure mithril. The Emperor's raven black hair was combed back behind elegantly pointed ears, highlighting his icy blue eyes. Draconis silently awaited the Bajoni welcoming party.

"I regret that the Lady Keral is unable to attend this event, though I would be more than glad to attend in her place as governor of Kajal Mars."

Hardly one to do anything remotely original, Lady Illaan Soryaan, a senator granted the title of Duchess when the Lady Keral had departed Mars, had also arrived via the maglev network.

After all, why bother with a shuttle and docking permissions when it's quicker to hop on the train at home?

She was accompanied by two of Kajal's standard leather-clad operatives, and was herself wearing an uncomplicated, form fitting black dress. Her hair had been pulled back and secured with what appeared to be a set of lacquered chop sticks, which was unusual to say the least, as Kajali fashion was often wildly different from that of Earth, or Mars. With the hair held securely, her Kajali, and some could say, nearly elven ears, were quite visible, and themselves adorned with jewelry that sparkled like sapphire.

Upon arrival at the terminal, she too dismissed her accomplices, and it was quite likely that their first stop would be the shadiest corner of a bar they could find, and considering the locale, it wasn't expected that they would have to look for very long.

Samara found herself pleased to be met by the, consul, and made a point of asking about her health, and general friendly conversation with the leader of one of the nation's allies.

From the bottom of the relatively simple "hopper" (A simple electro-chemical propelled pod-like craft that's earlier varients were designed for quick transport on airless planets), Ambassador Elizabeth Wang looked upon the mighty and advanced ships that continued to land in the diplomatic hanger. So much fanfare wasted as soon as dignitaries disembarked and realized there was no one to greet their all important presence.

She smiled as they began to look back and fourth to one another, the smarter ones comming to the same conclusion she was arriving at. In an ocean made only of stars, no one is recognizable above the others in the glare. And Liz knew that this applied to her as well as to the others still landing.

She did have one advantage though. As one of likely few Martians arriving via the hanger, she and her escort were more aquainted with the layout here...at least in theory. Wazzu tended to conduct most of it's Mars diplomacy through the DUMA.

"Jim?" Liz spoke up, in a matriarchal manner that defied her rich corporate upbringings, "It looks like everyone's geeting a little restless. What do you say we show them where Customs is?"

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The black uniformed man's smile complemented Liz's soft tone, and without a word her started pushing her wheelchair towards the apparently well hidden customs area...where the only weapon they would find would be the only weapon on the pair, Jim's well visble holstered stunner.

Showing the first confident moves towards a destination since self-important delegations decended their ramps (including his own), Jim hoped others would soon follow their lead towards customs. Ambassador Wang, he noticed, was more confident.


[[OOC: I don't think we can realistically expect Bajon to write huge passages greeting us all. Let's give him a break and speed things up a bit, eh?]]

Caspian exhaled annoyedly. He didn't want to be here, that much was obvious. Now, they were Revenian...they weren't arrogant -- per se. So, he shrugged.

"Erik, leave your people with the cutter. We aren't invading the place, after all."

Erik made a few hand motions and his squad returned to the cutter. Valuable machinery...must be kept guarded.

Caspian detailed the two Changerguard to keep watch over the cutter. That order had been expected, Caspian could take care of himself, so the two black-cloaked warriors moved swiftly to positions that they had decided upon previously.

Then Caspian and Erik would begin walking towards...customs. Customs? Grumble.grumble. No doubt there'd be some sort of fuss about the swords. There was -always- a fuss about the swords. 'n undoubtedly the sledgehammer that Caspian had just returned to its sling would bring protest -- it usually did.

They were Revenians, thus, they were armed. Simple as that. Going without at least a sword or knife was...decidedly uncomfortable to most Revenians. Tended to make them nervous, ticky, paranoid. They were tool users and they knew it and it was unsettling when stripped of what was probably the first sign of the possibility of evolution to sentience.

Hell, the Administrator's tri-staff, the very symbol of that office, was a weapon. Sure, they didn't go about broadcasting that, but they didn't hide it either. Anyways.

There were games that Caspian would play if the situation arose, and if the games didn't work...he wouldn't be attending the party. The last thing anybody needed was a twitchy, paranoid Caspian Del'Riva.

[[OOC: I don't think we can realistically expect Bajon to write huge passages greeting us all. Let's give him a break and speed things up a bit, eh?]]

Fair rnough how about through we give him another day just in case he has any particular needs to address in our arrivals. For example I know he is keen for us to go unarmed but Githras won't surrender his blade. (It would be the equivelent of surrendering his rights as ruler Since the Blade is the test for, and symbol of, right to rule on a true divine right type situation.) Or Caspien as another example. If after another day no objections are raised to anyones arrivals then I agree it would be best to assume things go smoothly on our arrivals.

The Menegrothrim shuttle set down on the red soul of Mars. Shortly thereafter, Lady Roccolinde nos Oropher and Lady Melwe nos Eruista stepped from the shuttle. They allowed themselves to be led to the main area of the festivities, glancing briefly around to see the many guests already present.

Lady Roccolinde was a tall and slender Elf with long blonde hair falling almost to her waist. She wore a flowing, sleeveless white robe with with fine golden stitching in elegant and complex patterns traditional among the Nandor.

Lady Melwe was slightly shorter, though still a respectable height even by Elven standards. Her hair was dark and wavey and only poured half-way down her back. She wore a light green gown cut for court with a low front and no straps.

Both ladies smiled as they walked into the reception, looking around to see if Azura and/or Thranduil was yet in sight.

(OOC: I'm sorry for the delay. Was busy and the forums went down)

Each party was greeted upon arrival by Vanya (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/ALown/Nationstates/Vanya2.jpg) and her escort. Proper introductions were of course made. Though the Revenians did make the young Vanya a bit nervous.

At customs, most parties surrendered any weapons without problem. Githras was of course allowed to keep his sword with strict instructions on keeping it sheathed. However, as the Customs officers finished with him they looked up to see the heavily armed Revenians. "Sirs, you are required to surrender any non-ceremonial weapons to us. That includes any firearms, blades, and blunt weapons." said the elf, noticing the hammer on Caspian's shoulder...

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As the guests began to enter the spacious throne room, they were greeted with a vaulted ceiling, carved from the living rock into architectural elegance. Huge red rock pillars rose from the floor, engraved with ancient elvish and telling the stories of the nation. Rich tapestries hung on the walls depicting the develpoment of Bajon. One held Azura kneeling at the forefront in ceremonial armour, with two other elves holding their swords in the air in victory behind her. These were the old Underkings. Tapestries of the ancient trees of Greenwood and of Olympus in all its glory hung marvelously alongside the others.
In front of them sat the Elvenking on a throne of carven wood. On his head was a crown of silver and emeralds. In his hand he held a carven staff of oak and on his shoulders was a cloak of green. He stood and looked at them all. "I am Thranduil nos Oropher (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/ALown/Nationstates/Thranduil1.jpg). Amontar and the Elvenking of this realm... and I welcome you, my friends, to this hall." He stepped down and approached the crowd.

Azura (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/ALown/Nationstates/Azura.jpg) entered quietly from the side after the introduction, but her presence was felt immediatly. She noticed many elves about and would speak to them in time. Apparently, the Menegrothrim had arrived, but she knew them not in appearance. For now, she glanced around for companions she knew. "Ambassador Wang," she started with a graceful bow "it is so nice to see you again outside of the Duma."

Caspian nodded to the elf, and withdrew his penknife, handing it over to the guard. That being the only weapon he carried other than his sledgehammer, which was runed and engraved and was the symbol of his office as Knight-Commander of the Changerguard.

He was not, under the ancient tenants of that holy office, allowed to stray more than a meter from the weapon at any time. he didn't particularly enjoy the prospect of sitting in the armory with it...so the penknife was handed over.

Erik grumbled and forked over his halfblade, keeping the Warblade at his side with a possessive pat and a mumbled "Required if I'm to wear this uniform, Eef-boy. Mitts off."

Caspian swivelled his head slightly to glance at Pin-Pin out the corner of his eye. The porcupine sighed and handed his tiny chainsaw over into Caspian's waiting hand. Caspian then gave the chainsaw to the elf.

Caspian nodded, and then led Erik off towards yon throne room.
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Erik rolled his eyes as the ceremonies began, receiving an elbow in the gut. It hurt.

For all that Caspian wasn't a diplomat...per-se...he was quite capable of playing the role when he had to, which he now did.

The porcupine on his shoulder...snickered.

Saeros (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/ALown/Nationstates/Saeros.jpg), one of the Underkings of Bajon, walked right up to the Revenians. He was dressed in ceremonial light armour with a short sword of westernesse at his waste. "Greetings. I am Saeros of Doriath." He looked the two up and down. "Impressive armour my friend..."

OOC: Saeros is the Military Leader of Bajon.

Caspian smiled, a surprisingly pleasant expression, and bowed his head slightly.

"I am Knight-Commander Caspian Del'Riva of the Changerguard., my companion is Captain Erik Carrion of the Twilight Seraphim. Armed Forces Exalted Star Supremacy of Revenia."

He stroked his chin thoughtfully, "Rather impressive display you've got going on. Very...elven."

With a nod at the request to keep it sheathed he chuckled a little. 'Of course the Lady Alaitaire and I have not come to start a fight.' Turning a moment to look at the third member of the party he nodded for now they would go alone Alaitaire and himself, at least in the opening stages of the event. The two where suitably impressed by the event although they shared a brief mischievious glance at each other, as was becoming their custom they had brought a gift for the party, the same gift they always brought to these functions...

By now the Servents and crew onboard the Shining Rose would have unloaded it and be bringing it before the Customs staff for inspection. What customs would make of the strange drink they did not know but it was a safe, if highly intoxicating beverage. Githras and Alaitaire had brought a small sample of Feywine, the tinest sample enough for each of the guests to raise a toast and a small bottle for the returned king. Of course Feywine was exceptionally strong, such a small sample would have little longterm effects, but would they hoped help lower barriers and make for a more socialable evening.

'An interesting throne room, would you not agree My Soul?' Alaitaire whispered under her breath to Githras.
'Indeed, it is obvious that the Elvenking rules much more absolutly I feel than we do. Still we came to mingle let us seperate for a while.'
A bare second passed before Alaitaire teasingly whispered back 'So soon, I'm crushed.'

Saeros nodded back, taking the phrase as a complement. "So, Commander, what brings you to Olympus on this fine day?" he said with a rather jolly (for an elf) look on his face. He was obviously enjoying the fact that fellow warriors were present.

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OOC: The Elvenking is known for his love of wine. Its no doubt he married Azura of Dorwinion (in The Hobbit). He will certainly enjoy your gift.

Azura (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v217/ALown/Nationstates/Azura.jpg) entered quietly from the side after the introduction, but her presence was felt immediatly. She noticed many elves about and would speak to them in time. Apparently, the Menegrothrim had arrived, but she knew them not in appearance. For now, she glanced around for companions she knew. "Ambassador Wang," she started with a graceful bow "it is so nice to see you again outside of the Duma."

"Queen Azura." Liz replied, managing as much of a bow back as an old lady confined to a wheelchair could be expected. "It is good to see your young face again."

No doubt the elven lady was older, but Liz had lived an exceptionally long life for a human. She felt it. "I am honored to finally visit Bajon," she continued, her eyes sparkling more then the round golden pin on her robes, "I now regret I did not travel more in my youth.

"But enough with pleasantries," Liz replied, launching into another, "You absolutely must tell me of the good things to come with Lord Thranduil's return." Of course, it wasn't an order, merely the chit chat of a woman with someone she had respect for.

"M'lady, you flatter me." Azura said with a genial smile. "Ah, but it is so good to see the face of my husband again. I dwelled with him long ago in the halls of Mirkwood, but I took leave when the War of the Ring threatened the realm. He is a strong and wise ruler and a kind elf. He loves everyone dearly despite his harsh face." She leaned in a bit closer. "Its the trait of a Sindarin." she whispered, breaking into a mischievous grin. "But I waste you away on talk. Please, enjoy yourself amongst the other guests. And feel free to request anything from the servers. I must go make my royal rounds." She touched Liz on the shoulder warmly before entering the groing group. Indeed, Ms Wang had earned much respect from the Bajoni in the Duma.

"M'lady, you flatter me." Azura said with a genial smile. "Ah, but it is so good to see the face of my husband again. I dwelled with him long ago in the halls of Mirkwood, but I took leave when the War of the Ring threatened the realm. He is a strong and wise ruler and a kind elf. He loves everyone dearly despite his harsh face." She leaned in a bit closer. "Its the trait of a Sindarin." she whispered, breaking into a mischievous grin. "But I waste you away on talk. Please, enjoy yourself amongst the other guests. And feel free to request anything from the servers. I must go make my royal rounds." She touched Liz on the shoulder warmly before entering the groing group. Indeed, Ms Wang had earned much respect from the Bajoni in the Duma.

Such a long time to be away from the man you love. Liz thought, though she had never had one of her own. Still, she couldn't help to be delighted over Azura's happyness. And she said her goodbyes as Azura moved into the crowd, the duty of any good host.

Elizabeth Wang looked around a bit and was suprised to be interupted by a whisper. "What now, Ambassador?" her escort whispered into her ear.

Liz didn't bother whispering back, though her voice wasn't louder then was necessary to convey her wishes back to Jim. "I think the Queen has the right idea. Lets go meet somebody, shall we?"

With a nod that Liz could not see, the well shaped young man pushed her toward the crowd, looking for someone who could use some company.

((OOC thanks Bajon for the info. Still I'll wait a while for the wine, let everyone get introduced to each other;)))

IC


The two Tel'Quessir split apart Githras moving to mingle with the growing group of warriors, in actual fact although his first calling in life was the Blade, it was not one that dominated his life still it made a natural place to gravitate towards for now. Meanwhile Alaitaire moved far more carefully, taking a moment to take in the room, as a race the Tel'Quessir where somewhat shorter on average than humans, so despite the other obvious elvish features about the pair they where both likely amongest the shortest in the room. Still Alaitaire moved with a far greater ease in this setting than her husband, for now through she simply looked around the room.

As Githras approached the human and the Underking he gave the smallest nod of recognition, as a King he only truely had to bow the ElvenKing as this was his court still simple gestures made things often easier. 'Indeed Lord, it is perhaps good to see fellow soldiers but I am even more pleased that those of us who are first called to the blade are in the minority at such functions.'

Draconis withdrew a pair of automatic pistols from the within his flowing black coat, handing them to the guard before entering the main hall. However, he kept his sword at his side, in its ornate sheath. It was a priceless relic, passed down by the Emperor's ancestors for countless millennia. He would surely not draw the sword, let alone risk damaging it in combat. As for his heavily armed bodyguards, they made as though to follow him, but the Emperor dismissed them with a simple gesture. He would come alone as sign of good faith. After all, he wanted to make a favorable impression with the rulers of this nation.

Walking into the throne room, Draconis looked about the impressive space. The bright tapestries and carved wood were far from the gothic citadels of Akaton. But then again, most every place was much different than Akaton. The Emperor had been looking forward to a chance to mingle with some fellow elven nobles. To this end, he paused, looking for anyone with which to speak.

Archduchess Lydia Skye quietly enters the throne room, noting with supreme interest the attention given over to detail. The minute are something the citizens of Bajon and Valinon shared mutual interest in, and even the most conservative elements of the Peerage of the Star Empire had been known to admit the elves of Bajon were even more adept then Valinor craftsmen. Skye carefully noted the representative of Revenia, and a strange group approaching King Thranduil from across the throne room, likely one of Bajon's older diplomatic partners.

But Skye's eyes quickly find Elizabeth Wang, the long-serving representative of Wazzu to the Duma and Queen Azura on the opposite side of the hall. She carefully drifts toward them, resolving to speak to Thranduil when the opportunity presented itself. Then the Elven Queen departs into the growing crowd. Skye turns to find the Wang, being escorted by a younger assistant.

"Ah, Ambassador Wang," Skye says with a respectful nod, "it is good to see you outside of the Duma. I trust everything goes well in Wazzu? It has been some time since the Star Empire has heard much news from the Protectorates."

Saeros bowed as Githras approached the group, noting the walk of royalty.
"M'lord, it is indeed good to be in the company of those of our trade. I am afraid in my advanced years I am unfamiliar with your Kingdom. May I ask your name, for I am Saeros of Bajon." He bowed again slightly.

---
(Attn: Akaton)

Azura continued through the crowd, checking to see if the guests were comfortable. She noticed an elven lord walking through the group. "Greetings m'lord. Are you comfortable this evening?"

"Ah, Ambassador Wang,"

The voice came from the right, and Elizabeth Wang turned her head just in time to see the Archduchess' nod.

Skye says with a respectful nod, "it is good to see you outside of the Duma. I trust everything goes well in Wazzu? It has been some time since the Star Empire has heard much news from the Protectorates."

"It's been slow for the later half of my life." Liz smiled as she said it, noding back. "It is good to see you here as well Archduchess.

"Matters are on the move again though; even our hibernating executives are starting to stir. It's both exciting and frightening. Perhaps more so then whats happened to Barazun." Liz sighed.

"It does make me happy though that what news I've heard comming from Centauri isn't bad. My Grandfather really enjoyed his visit in his time. How is everything back home?" Liz inquired, imagining a city once described to her almost as she might describe this room.

Saeros bowed as Githras approached the group, noting the walk of royalty.
"M'lord, it is indeed good to be in the company of those of our trade. I am afraid in my advanced years I am unfamiliar with your Kingdom. May I ask your name, for I am Saeros of Bajon." He bowed again slightly.



Smiling 'Ah please do forgive me, my Manners, by the Grace of the Seldarine I am King Githras of the House Durothil.' A Slightly embarresed smile crossed his face, 'I hail now from the Islands, and seas of Giltheran. It is no surprise you have not heard of us, we have had few dealings with your own peoples, I hope you will forgive any unintentioned insult here, but the Quendi fascinate the Tel'Quessir. I and my Lady wife' he paused here to smile a moment and gesture towards Alaitaire, who seemed instinctivly to turn and nod at that moment towards the group, 'could not pass up an oppertunity to meet with so many at once.'

He paused a moment to look at Caspien and nodded 'Or for that matter to meet with any of the N'Tel'Quess, in which regards I must confess we have been sadly remiss in late. Something I shall have to rectify when I return from here I suspect.'

Draconis noticed as Azura approached, bowing to the elf.

"M'lady, I am most comfortable, thank you. It is turly an honor to attend this event."

The voice came from the right, and Elizabeth Wang turned her head just in time to see the Archduchess' nod.



"It's been slow for the later half of my life." Liz smiled as she said it, noding back. "It is good to see you here as well Archduchess.

"Matters are on the move again though; even our hibernating executives are starting to stir. It's both exciting and frightening. Perhaps more so then whats happened to Barazun." Liz sighed.

"It does make me happy though that what news I've heard comming from Centauri isn't bad. My Grandfather really enjoyed his visit in his time. How is everything back home?" Liz inquired, imagining a city once described to her almost as she might describe this room.

"The Twin Suns continue to burn, as they always have, Ambassador. Affairs have certainly become more pleasant since the end of Gustav II's reign, and despite the occassional protests of the Centrists, Valinon has continued to return to the more open views that were held dearly before the death of Old Emperor Gustav. There are some areas of concern in the Raumreich, but then there always are."

"I understand Wazzu's own outpost in Alpha Centauri may soon become a stopover for liner traffic again. Certainly that would be a boon to the Star Empire. Alpha Centauri has been quite as of late, from an international stand point at least."

A luminous flash greeted the eyes of the Elven nobles in the Throne Room, and a tall slender elf dressed in flowing silver robes appeared, with his hands in voluminous mithril-embroidered sleeves. His eyes were an unfathomable deep green. "I hope you don't mind my letting myself in," Senior Mage Quarion of the Diplomatic Ministry of Caladonn said to no one in particular. "I never travel with weapons, so you're safe on that account." He drifted off into the crowd, looking for someone to converse with on the way to pay his respects to Thranduil.

OOC: I hope no one minds if I use magic. After all, elves have an affinity for it.

Lady Soryaan had attempted to mingle with the other guests present, but having had considerably less experience in such affairs than her predecessor, she soon found herself seeking nothing more than a drink and a quiet spot.

Before she could act so very antisocial, however, she would attempt to speak with the generous hosts. After all, she _was_ the current governess of Kajal Mars.

Barring speaking with the hosts, meeting the others present would have to do. Kajali weren't exactly elven, though if they hadn't been so dark skinned, they would have certainly looked the part.

Caspian allowed his head to swivel about, locking his flickering quicksilver eyes onto Githras...

"The term, Sirrah, is "Revenian." We tend to take great offense to people referring to us as "Not People." Great. Offense."

Quarion glided over to Emperor Draconis. "M'lord emperor, it is a pleasure to make your aquaintance," he said smoothly yet sincerely. "Although the realms of Akaton and Caladonn have had little contact, I am sure we can change this henceforth." Lowering his voice, he said, "It does appear that King Githras has offended the Revenian delegation." Quarion eyed the giant warhammer with distaste. "It is sad when nations send a warrior to do a diplomat's job. Of course, I am also a mage," he said, gesturing down to his silver robes, "But you must have at least some magical aptitude to succeed in the Caladonnian Government.

Draconis noticed as Azura approached, bowing to the elf.

"M'lady, I am most comfortable, thank you. It is turly an honor to attend this event."

"I take it, sire, that you are the Emporer Draconis. I would like to introduce myself, for I do not make as loud an introduction as my husband. I am Queen Azura of Bajon, and it is a pleasure to have you at this gathering."

She took a step back as the new arrival approached and began speaking to Draconis.

---

Saeros patted Caspian on the shoulder firmly. "Now, now my new friend, let us all have a drink. I am sure our honorable Githras meant no offense, and I think you will find the taste of Dorwinion Wine very pleasing. Its a tradition as old as myself." he said with a quiet chuckle while turning to the nearby bar.

---

Thranduil stepped down into the group noticing the Kajali alone. He approached her. "Greetings in the name of Bajon. I bid you welcome in my halls friend." he said with a slight, regal bow of respect.

"I take it, sire, that you are the Emperor Draconis. I would like to introduce myself, for I do not make as loud an introduction as my husband. I am Queen Azura of Bajon, and it is a pleasure to have you at this gathering."

She took a step back as the new arrival approached and began speaking to Draconis.

Draconis smiled slightly.

"Quite right, I am Emperor Phaeton Draconis, of the Imperium."

He noticed as the other approached, bowing to the Queen before turning to speak with the new arrival.

Quarion glided over to Emperor Draconis. "M'lord emperor, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said smoothly yet sincerely. "Although the realms of Akaton and Caladonn have had little contact, I am sure we can change this henceforth." Lowering his voice, he said, "It does appear that King Githras has offended the Revenian delegation." Quarion eyed the giant warhammer with distaste. "It is sad when nations send a warrior to do a diplomat's job. Of course, I am also a mage," he said, gesturing down to his silver robes, "But you must have at least some magical aptitude to succeed in the Caladonnian Government.

Draconis listened before responding.

"Quite true, I believe this is the first meeting between Caladonn and the Imperium."

As the Caladonnian lowered his voice, Draconis followed his gaze towards the Revenian delegates.

"They do seem to lack a measure of subtlety I have always valued in diplomacy. But, as they say, to each his own, but I digress. It sounds as though our governments have a certain similarity, in that skill in the arcane arts is valued. Though I was a lord admiral in the Imperial Sky Navy before my rise to power, a certain magical skill has served me well throughout life. There is certainly much potential for relations between our nations. With whom do I have the honor of speaking?"

"Quite true, I believe this is the first meeting between Caladonn and the Imperium."

As the Caladonnian lowered his voice, Draconis followed his gaze towards the Revenian delegates.

"They do seem to lack a measure of subtlety I have always valued in diplomacy. But, as they say, to each his own, but I digress. It sounds as though our governments have a certain similarity, in that skill in the arcane arts is valued. Though I was a lord admiral in the Imperial Sky Navy before my rise to power, a certain magical skill has served me well throughout life. There is certainly much potential for relations between our nations. With whom do I have the honor of speaking?"
"I must sincerely apologise," Quarion said. "I forget my manners. I am Senior Mage Quarion of the Diplomatic Ministry of the Grand Magocracy of Caladonnn. Yes, I believe it is the first meeting between our Illustrious Nations, but what better rendezvous than the return of a monarch esteemed by us both? And yes, although Revenia and Caladonn do not see eye to eye on most occasions, and even if they are not elves, they still deserve some respect. However, as much respect as I reserve for elves, I reserve more for those who practice the arcane arts. Assuredly, magic is useful in every field, not the least warefare. I look forward to having more dealings with your nation." He then turned to Azura. "But of course, I could not speak with one of your guests without complimenting the charming hostess. I must congratulate you on your husband's return, as I must congratulate all elves, for his return is a boon to us all. And you could not have picked a more fitting environment for this auspicious occasion." He bowed, his silver robes rustling.

Pausing a moment a look of confusion across his face as through Caspien's words where not quite clicking into place he eventually blushed slightly. 'Ah I must apologise, the term is not meant in that way, it is simply a poor adaption of the language from an age before we had met races other than our own. Tel'Varinis you see translates into 'The People' from an age when we where the only people. The word I used simply today means you are not an Elf, still I apologise fully for any insult caused.' As he spoke he bowed low to the man, before turning to Saero's and nodding.

'A Fine drink indeed.'

As she wandered the room pausing momentary to nod to various people she smiled Alaitaire enjoyed these quiet moments, still she had to eventually talk to someone, and she soon spotted her moment, after all before she and Githras could present their gift she had to speak to one of the two rulers of Bajon and it appeared the Queen was approaching a Lady who looked out of place amongest the other guests, it would perhaps make the perfect moment, so slowly she manouvered her way towards the two women.

"Thank you, m'lord." Soryaan replied, with a bow that practically screamed traditional Old World Kajali. "It is certainly an honor to attend this event. I am the Lady Soryaan, appointed governess of Kajal Mars in Lady Keral's absence."

Feeling somewhat more confident in her abilities in an ambassadorial role now that she had actually talked with someone, Soryaan continued.

"It is unfortunate that no representatives from Kajal proper could attend this wonderful event, though I have heard that they have many reasons. There has been talk among the populace of a grand finding, one that could mean continued prosperity for Kajal. It is most certainly a time of times, with your return."

"The Twin Suns continue to burn, as they always have, Ambassador. Affairs have certainly become more pleasant since the end of Gustav II's reign, and despite the occassional protests of the Centrists, Valinon has continued to return to the more open views that were held dearly before the death of Old Emperor Gustav. There are some areas of concern in the Raumreich, but then there always are."

"I understand Wazzu's own outpost in Alpha Centauri may soon become a stopover for liner traffic again. Certainly that would be a boon to the Star Empire. Alpha Centauri has been quite as of late, from an international stand point at least."

Elizabeth Wang smiled, though her lips stayed together until she spoke. "I'm afraid I can't claim responsibility for that one, it is in the hands of Hermes Spacelines. I hope the tourism industry there is ready, though I imagine it wouldn't be hard to ready it if not."

Then she changed subjects. "I wonder if we can be of help to the Raumreich and its concerns...that is, if it wouldn't be considered intrusive...." She let the offer hang.

(ATTN: Menegroth Reborn)

Azura graciously bowed and complimented the elf, but she had many more guests to see, so she quietly left the two elves to converse. Ahead of her were two other elves, who she hadn't met yet. She approached them and began with a respectful bow.
"I take it you are enjoying yourselves?" She noticed something almost familiar about one of the elves in front of her, but she couldn't put her finger on it. "I am Azura of Bajon" she continued, "and I welcome you to the Great Hall of Amon Carn."

---

The arrival of guests had practically ended, and the young Vanya came in through one of the back doors into the hall. She didn't know how to act in such an atmosphere and merely stayed among the pillars to the sides, observing all the guests. Part of her hoped she would find someone to talk to, but the other part of her wanted to be left out of it all.

"I must sincerely apologize," Quarion said. "I forget my manners. I am Senior Mage Quarion of the Diplomatic Ministry of the Grand Magocracy of Caladonn. Yes, I believe it is the first meeting between our Illustrious Nations, but what better rendezvous than the return of a monarch esteemed by us both? And yes, although Revenia and Caladonn do not see eye to eye on most occasions, and even if they are not elves, they still deserve some respect. However, as much respect as I reserve for elves, I reserve more for those who practice the arcane arts. Assuredly, magic is useful in every field, not the least warfare. I look forward to having more dealings with your nation." He then turned to Azura. "But of course, I could not speak with one of your guests without complimenting the charming hostess. I must congratulate you on your husband's return, as I must congratulate all elves, for his return is a boon to us all. And you could not have picked a more fitting environment for this auspicious occasion." He bowed, his silver robes rustling.

Draconis nodded,

"A pleasure to meet you. We can only hope that in the future, fate will bring our nations together for the greater good."

The Emperor bowed, moving off as Quarion turned to speak with Azura. He lingered around the edges of the crowd of nobles and diplomats, looking for anyone who might wish to speak with him. His behavior mirrored the general policy of his empire, remaining open to foreign contact while not over advertising oneself.

Caspian's eyebrow quivered slightly. But...he visibly restrained himself, nodded, and forced what might be called a smile if one squinted.

"Of course."

Caspian sighed as he accepted the glass and took what might be charitably called a "sip." Fact was, wine wasn't particularly popular where he came from. Mostly because Ascended didn't process alcohol the same way humans did but also because even those Revenians without Ascended blood were denser than the average human, and thus were, generally, "heavyweights," as far as alcohol was concerned.

Wine was largely ineffective as a method of getting oneself intoxicated...and the taste had never caught on. Wine existed, it just wasn't nearly as prevalent as it was in cultures most influenced by Earthly homo sapiens.

So Caspian was standing there, drinking some spoiled grape juice...and having to look like he was enjoying it.

Well he wasn't. But he managed to at least appear as if he was. Somewhat.

Caspian and Erik would step off to the side for a time so that Erik could do a quick assessment and Caspian could finish the...liquid...in his glass.

Caspian exhaled absently...and mumbled something under his breath.

Erik blinked, "What was that boss?"

Caspian narrowed his eyes... "I was just thinking to myself that only idiots make assumptions."

Erik smiled, 'n yes, it was the "Carrion Smile." Couldn't help it.

Caspian shrugged, "Anyways, I'm thinking that we were in error as to agreeing to come to this little shindig. Drastically in error. All the arrogant point-ears are seriously starting to get on my nerves."

He sighed, shook his head slightly, "'s a pity, Erik. 's a damn pity. The point-ears had such promise. Immortals, but distinctly related to mortals...capable of -interbreeding- with mortals, just as we are. They could have been great, Erik. They could have been -very- great. They could have equalled the Ascended. But they won't. Oh, sure, they might get there technologically, no big deal there. But they could never serve the role."

He looked into his wine-glass.

"I can't remember when they began their fall. Probably wasn't alive then. Or I was too busy doing something else. But somehow they became arrogant...and stupid. Believing in their own superiority. Stupid. 'Oh, look, that guy doesn't have pointy ears and he's carrying a weapon! What a Barbarian! And look, the gallant Sir Elf and his legendary blade! Truly a pinnacle of civilization!"

Caspian downed the rest of the wine, then spit into the glass.

"We shouldn't have come here, Erik. Maybe Rel or Vernon could stand this...but I'm not sure I can."

Erik nodded. Caspian Del'Riva was, among his array of...unusual...qualities, a passive telepath. He had no control over that particular talent...and it brought him the thoughts of any sentient creature lacking Ascended Blood within its radius of effect.

That Caspian Del'Riva wasn't much of a people person was hardly surprising...

What was surprising, though, was that he managed to maintain the belief in equality that was drawn from the Ascended culture and was hardline and centric to Revenian culture, even though he had what seemed to be the perfect formula for racist beliefs.

He didn't think he was better than elves, he just didn't like elves. Simple. That dislike was, unfortunately, common among Revenians. Mostly because the concept of 'racial superiority' was so reviled. One could not be, at base, any better or worse than any other individual simply because of one's race. That was a central tenant of Revenian culture, religion, and law, just as it had been a central tenant of Ascended culture, religion and law.

Adding onto that was the Revenian belief in justification. If you're going to believe that you are superior to everybody else because you are of a certain race, then that race had best -be- superior all others.

If one put the Elves up against the Ascended...

With the above things considered, it was hardly surprising that a halfling-Ascended Revenian would take offense to anybody who designated other individuals as simply being "not elves." Cut and dried. Didn't matter if you were Revenian, dwarf, human, Ascended, Veliki, whatever. You were a Not-Person because you weren't an elf.

Caspian spit into his glass again...his eyes moving to lock onto the delegate from Caladonn...and his right hand coming up, balling into a fist...and the middle finger rising to full extension.

Erik snickered as he saw this...and Caspian slowly let his hand drop to his side.

It was hardly surprising that Caspian had heard the Caladonnite's comments...Del'Riva had superb senses, especially his hearing. It came from a childhood spent roving Northfell, often moving at night...where one's eyes were practically useless...

Erik himself had not been possessed of such a childhood...but he was possessed of a full set of Seraph implants, one of which was enhanced directional long-distance hearing. Thusly, he was fully aware of what he was rolling his eyes at.

"Caladonn? I've never even -heard- of "Caladonn" before."

Caspian nodded in agreement, "Same."

Erik muttered something into his lapel mic...and frowned. "The cutter has a direct uplink to Sol Station, as you know...and Mar says that there isn't -anything- in their databanks on Caladonn."

Caspian shook his head, "Sol Station has TranComm, that meets effectively real-time updates. If Calirnevris doesn't have anything on 'em, neither does Sero and the Diplomatic Service...meaning that we have no prior contact, meaning that there are no "issues" that we could disagree upon..."

Erik nodded...slowly.

"Want that I should go over and talk to the wee devil, Cas?"

Caspian shook his head, "The individual is obviously a coward and merely wanting to make conversation in the usual way for this system. By compensating for their general lack of ability, skill, purpose, and creativity by pretending that they are superior to other people. While I have no doubt that the fool was perfectly sincere, I don't think that challenging him to a duel is the proper response, and anyways I'm sure he is a physical coward and would fall upon his knees and beg help from the hosts. Or declare nuclear war. Or something similarly idiotic, as opposed to simply withdrawing the insult and allowing both parties to walk away satisfied."

Erik nodded, "As you say."

Vanya still kept to herself among the columns of stone. She watched the two Revenians, not 15 feet away, in silence. She knew that strange gesture, but did nothing. They were curiously differant than the rest here. She heard some of their conversation, and began thinking to herself. 'I wonder why these men had to come if they're so opposed to it...? And what could Ascended be...?' Her young mind did not know such things. She was the Elven equivalent of a 20 year old. A 20 year old that didn't have much experience outside of her people.

Of course, she was oblivious to the fact that one was telepathic...

Had she seen the confrontation from afar, Elizabeth Wang would have a clear understanding of exactly the feelings the Revenians were having, and a fair guess at what exactly it was that ruffled Caspian's feathers. Not that she'd blame them, or him...not agree, but not blame either.

It wasn't some latent psychic talent though, nor a result of implants. It was just a combination of an extraordinary (for a mortal) number of years of indepth study of psychology and sociology mixed with the good sense of an old woman...the matriarchal role that had decended from the evolution of mankind.

Of course, she hadn't seen it. She was still blissfully ignorent of the matter as she spoke with Skye.



Maybe it was pheremones, body language, voice and sound, or something else, but it remained that any human could walk into a room and imediately feel if the situation was tense. It was a palpable feeling, as if one could reach out and grab it. The room here had not yet even nearly reached such a level, but Jim felt it.

Like Liz, he was not psychic. But while he did not posess Liz's indepth working knowledge of social sciences, nor her matriarchal intuition, he had the advantage of not being distracted. An escort designated to keep his Ambassador safe, Jim was a professional in the true sense of the word.

What (granted indepth and concentrated) study and training he did have allowed the young man to feel that rising tention, that anger comming from a small area across the room. It was like a slowly rising tide, a feeling of cold and wet starting at his toes and working itself up his feet.

Used to the feeling, he decided it was not that worth worrying about. Worth keeping an eye on certainly, but not worth loosing track of the rest of the environment. He had every confidence in their hosts...who had already shown the foresight to disarm everyone and were no doubt aware of the situation. Besides, it was not uncommon for people to become emotionally arroused at diplomatic functions.

So Jim decided to let Elizabeth Wang remain ignorent for now. She would be able to do her job much better if he didn't constantly nag her about minor squabbles.

Peeveland What What What

Viva Mutombo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Roccolinde and Melwe both curtsied flawlessly before the Azura. Roccolinde spoke first. "It is an honor to be here, Your Majesty. I am the Lady Roccolinde nos Oropher and my companion is the Lady Melwe nos Eruista, both of the Kingdom of Menegroth Reborn."

Elizabeth Wang smiled, though her lips stayed together until she spoke. "I'm afraid I can't claim responsibility for that one, it is in the hands of Hermes Spacelines. I hope the tourism industry there is ready, though I imagine it wouldn't be hard to ready it if not."

Then she changed subjects. "I wonder if we can be of help to the Raumreich and its concerns...that is, if it wouldn't be considered intrusive...." She let the offer hang.

Lydia notices from the corner of her eye the vague uneasiness that seems to momentarily pass over Wang's attache. She makes a mental note to try and isolate the source of what caused that look as soon as it becomes proper to do so. However, Wang's statement does intrigue her. It touched on an as of yet unfulfilled desire in the Star Empire's foreign policy.

"I must say that the Raumreich is unusually quiet these days. True there are some mild tensions between the Ortagan Hegemony and the rest of the Inner Marches, but that has been a consistent hallmark in diplomacy since the end of the War of the Lion. It doesn't help that the Hegemony's diplomatic service seems to have mandated that a certain disregard for any attempt to work toward a more unified Raumreich is a requirement to accquire a post outside of Ortagan space."

"However, Her Majesty has been trying for some time to attract other nations to establish interest in the Raumreich. It has been Empress Friedelinde's hope that if more...proactive nations were to establish themselves, in whatever fashion, in the Raumreich the Ortagans may be more inclined to lend itself toward working with the rest of the Inner Marches to improve our community as a whole."

"It also seems that we've embarked on a miniature age of discovery as of late. The recent discovery of the last wormhole terminus in Alpha Centauri has linked us with a relatively untouched region of the Raumreich--the Talbott Cluster. Plus there are rumors that the Vaku and the Verniians have established contact with a new civilization along the edge of the Inner Marches."

"But rest assured," Lydia says with a quite tone of confidence, "the Star Empire would welcome the presence of Wazzu in the Raumreich. But of course we realize that it has become the nature of the Protectorates to act discreetly. The Star Empire will be more than willing to support and assist Wazzu if it wishes to start to actively pursue interests in the Raumreich."

"Oropher!" she exclaimed in suprise, "That is why I felt that I knew your face. Please, stay after that party. I am sure my husband would cherish the oppurtunity to speak with kin.
But for now, please tell me how you and your lands fair. I am afraid I have only very recently heard about your kingdom through our informats in Aelosia, and I am afraid I know too little."

Roccolinde grinned. "They fare very well, Your Majesty. The economy is booming. The people's faith remains strong. Racial harmony and equality have largely become a reality. Our technology is regularly advancing at a steady pace."

Lydia notices from the corner of her eye the vague uneasiness that seems to momentarily pass over Wang's attache. She makes a mental note to try and isolate the source of what caused that look as soon as it becomes proper to do so. However, Wang's statement does intrigue her. It touched on an as of yet unfulfilled desire in the Star Empire's foreign policy.

"I must say that the Raumreich is unusually quiet these days. True there are some mild tensions between the Ortagan Hegemony and the rest of the Inner Marches, but that has been a consistent hallmark in diplomacy since the end of the War of the Lion. It doesn't help that the Hegemony's diplomatic service seems to have mandated that a certain disregard for any attempt to work toward a more unified Raumreich is a requirement to accquire a post outside of Ortagan space."

"However, Her Majesty has been trying for some time to attract other nations to establish interest in the Raumreich. It has been Empress Friedelinde's hope that if more...proactive nations were to establish themselves, in whatever fashion, in the Raumreich the Ortagans may be more inclined to lend itself toward working with the rest of the Inner Marches to improve our community as a whole."

"It also seems that we've embarked on a miniature age of discovery as of late. The recent discovery of the last wormhole terminus in Alpha Centauri has linked us with a relatively untouched region of the Raumreich--the Talbott Cluster. Plus there are rumors that the Vaku and the Verniians have established contact with a new civilization along the edge of the Inner Marches."

"But rest assured," Lydia says with a quite tone of confidence, "the Star Empire would welcome the presence of Wazzu in the Raumreich. But of course we realize that it has become the nature of the Protectorates to act discreetly. The Star Empire will be more than willing to support and assist Wazzu if it wishes to start to actively pursue interests in the Raumreich."

As Liz frowned, her thin white eyebrows contorted in concentration. She knew she was doing it, but did not try and hide it from Lydia. After a few moments pause, she came to a decision.

"I can't say why here," she said, indicating the people around, "but that scares me. My nation has been pulled in many directions for a while now, and I am afraid we are starting to come apart at the seams. We've managed to pull some threads back in, and cut a few away, but the Raumreich....

"I don't know," she admitted, "I just don't know. Even if I was more knowledgable about your space, there are simply so many variables now." She briefly put her face in her hands and exerted some pressure on it, as if to drain uncertainty away.

"I can't throw an oppertunity for salvation away, but I won't singlehandidly throw my nation towards a path of possible destruction. How can I learn more?" she asked, inquisitively and slightly emotional.

As Liz frowned, her thin white eyebrows contorted in concentration. She knew she was doing it, but did not try and hide it from Lydia. After a few moments pause, she came to a decision.

"I can't say why here," she said, indicating the people around, "but that scares me. My nation has been pulled in many directions for a while now, and I am afraid we are starting to come apart at the seams. We've managed to pull some threads back in, and cut a few away, but the Raumreich....

"I don't know," she admitted, "I just don't know. Even if I was more knowledgable about your space, there are simply so many variables now." She briefly put her face in her hands and exerted some pressure on it, as if to drain uncertainty away.

"I can't throw an oppertunity for salvation away, but I won't singlehandidly throw my nation towards a path of possible destruction. How can I learn more?" she asked, inquisitively and slightly emotional.

Lydia nods slowly, "Certainly an acceptable decision given your current situation, Frau Wang. But you are also correct in the fact that this may not be the ideal situation in which to address all the concerns that may be raised while seeking to learn information about the Raumreich."

Lydia studies Elizabeth with an expression that mixes respect and a degree of concern.

"Perhaps it would be possible for you to join me at the Duma headquarters after the festivities have concluded? Or possibly even my main office in Mizar? I know I may not be able to answer all your questions, but I can use our Nu-space connections at both of those locations to put you in touch with someone who can."

"And I will admit," Lydia says, somewhat hesitantly, "the Raumreich is not as safe as some areas of space. But it is far from wild and untamed, especially in the Inner Marches."

Thranduil bowed slightly to the Kajali. "And I thank you for coming to great me. I must admit, this land is nothing like the paths of Greenwood, but these halls do give me fond memories. I am afraid I have had little time for learning of the peoples of Mars, but you do appear to have some elven blood." He said, motioning towards her ears.

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"That is good, my friends." said Azura. "My daughter is probably hiding somewhere right now, but if I could find her I would introduce her to you."

Hearing this, Vanya came forth from the shadows of the columns with slight embarrasment. She gave her mother a hug and whispered in her ear, "You could have just motioned for me."

She turned to the two Menegrothians and bowed. "I am Vanya, daughter of Thranduil." She bowed again. She did not know quite what to say to be formal. She looked just as Roccolinde. "Would you be my aunt?" she said with a hint of nervousness in her voice. She wasn't following any type of etiquette besides her own curiousity. Something that was frowned on by some elven cultures.

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Saeros looked at Githras as the Revenians went off to talk. "Do not worry. I think they are more understanding people than they appear to be. Ah, but I don't think we have been properly introduced still, I am Saeros, Underking of Bajon." He bowed. "And you are Githras of Giltheran. But I know nothing of Giltheran and its people..."

OOC: Revenia, I just want to know if your delegates would be out of hearing of mine. If not, then I must formulate a response to your insults.

Roccolinde laughed lightly. "It is much more likely that I am your great, great, great grandniece. I am of Oropher's house and blood, Your Highness, but that does not make me an immediate relation."

Melwe smiled slightly. "It is a pleasure to be in the one elven kingdom where Avari make their own destiny. Of course, we are as much Menegrothrim as any other citizens there and have nothing to complain of, but it still means a great deal to us that there is a land we can call our own."

(OOC: God I hate short, pointless OOC posts...oh well. Caladonn, I don't honestly know or care. If you want your character to hear, feel free to do so. If you don't want your character to hear, then that's fine with me too.)

Vanya smiled at Roccolinde and blushed a bit. Then, hearing Melwe speak, she bowed again graciously, as did her mother standing beside her. "I thank you for such flattering comments," her meek voice said, "but all praise of that should be presented to my mother. It was she who ruled and guided these people." At this point, Vanya was just trying to get out of the spotlight by directing the conversation back to Azura.

OOC: Sorry, didn't quit on you guys again, just got very very very very very busy with class. That is usually the case durring the week, not durring the weekends.

Lydia nods slowly, "Certainly an acceptable decision given your current situation, Frau Wang. But you are also correct in the fact that this may not be the ideal situation in which to address all the concerns that may be raised while seeking to learn information about the Raumreich."

Lydia studies Elizabeth with an expression that mixes respect and a degree of concern.

"Perhaps it would be possible for you to join me at the Duma headquarters after the festivities have concluded? Or possibly even my main office in Mizar? I know I may not be able to answer all your questions, but I can use our Nu-space connections at both of those locations to put you in touch with someone who can."

"And I will admit," Lydia says, somewhat hesitantly, "the Raumreich is not as safe as some areas of space. But it is far from wild and untamed, especially in the Inner Marches."

Liz smiled, she still felt emotions running through her veins, but it wasn't overwhelming. "Nothing anywhere is absolutely safe, and who would want it to be? I would be more then happy to join you."

Then, she suddenly turned to her aide. "Jim, why don't you go find someone to talk to?" She suggested, "It'll be good for you. I'll be fine on my own." She pressed the power controls on the wheelchair to turn it a couple inches as a demonstration.

The short man in the simple black uniform behind her was terrified.

Sure, he had a great education, was in perfect physical shape, and had tons of training...in warfare.... He was even an officer. But he was a butterbar. an O-1. The lowest possible ranking officer with no experiance in a room full of immortals, diplomats, corporate executives, and other powerful sharks.

He covered it up pretty well, but his eyes pleaded to stay with her as he faded slowly into the background...loosing himself among the pillars at the edges of the room.

Elizabeth Wang turned back to Lydia and smiled....

OOC:

Do I already have a post in this thread?...

Well, anyway, I should have one, no?.

(Working on an IC response)

Everqueen Aelosia stepped down from the long platform of the Orbital deployment transport, and felt the fresh breeze of Bajoni lands striking the polished and creamy skin of her cheeks, her eyes transfixed in the long and dedicated look to the lands of the Avari, her old relatives. Her hair was caressed by the wind, and she remembered old times, better, antique times...

She remembered how the "green" elves of Ossiriand, as they Sindarin used to call them, were the steadfast allies and friends of her grandfather Beren, and how they helped and hide first his grandparents, then her parents, and finally her, during times of trouble. She owed a personal debt to these elves, the kindest elves she ever knew.

Her trance was broken when Princess Aliria occupied her place at her right, smiling and waving to those present in the landing pad. Not exactly an image of myself, but kind enough to be loved by everyone, including myself, she thought, smiling for less than a second to her heir, and then turning to expect the welcome in Bajoni lands...

(Attn Wazzu)
Having the attention back to her mother, Vanya quickly retreated back to the 'safety' of the columns. She wasn't being careful however and ran right into a human man as she came around the column. "Oh, excuse me." she said, her cheeks turning red.

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Azura smiled politely and bowed to Roccolinde and Melwe as Vanya went off on her own again. Just then an attendant came up to her and whispered to her in an Avari dialect. She nodded and sent him on his way. "It appears the Everqueen has arrived. If you would excuse me, I need to greet her. But please, make yourselves social. I know there is a Kajali in attendence, they are kin to us as well. And my husband is sure to want to meet you."

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Azura hurried to the Diplomatic Hangar and got there just in time. She stepped out of the doorway with the usual ceremonially clad soldiers. The wind blew across her face. She bowed to the Everqueen and the Princess. "Welcome to Olympus. I trust your trip was a pleasant one."

"Kajal Mars does itself host a fairly sized elven population, milord, though I must admit, the forests in the region are somewhat alien to me. I was born on Kajal proper, and I do believe that the terran designation for much of her flora would be... tropical."

Soryaan paused briefly, considering what to say next.

"It has been my honor to speak with you tonight, milord. I suspect that the future will see our two peoples working more closely with each other, perhaps even as brethren. There have been rumblings that the Kajali may not be who they believe they are since the discovery of Arasur."

Soryaan performed the traditional bow again, before speaking once more.

"With your permission, milord, I would endeavor to speak with others. It is hardly good manners to monopolize the gracious host in conversation."

Thranduil gave a slight bow back with a smile and a nod. The attendant who had just informed Azura came to the Elfking's ear, telling him more guests had arrived.

"It was. the trips are, usually, when we leave our homeland to meet old friends are relatives. Because that's what we are, Azura of Bajon, right?", said the Everqueen with a half smile to Azura, as she slightly bowed her head to Azura, a gesture rare coming from the Everqueen, that accepted few peers and no superiors. Helding her hand in the traditional elven salute, she turned to aliria, gesturing towards the aelosian Princess. "This is my heir, Princess Aliria of the Sindarin Empire. I hope you two could turn friends", continued the ancient elven woman as Aliria repeated the salute, although she added a bit of affective waving of her fingers towards Azura, making the salute less formal and more friendly than her mothers'.

"Now, Would you take me to Thranduil?. I haven't seen him in ages, and I'm sure he will recognize the grand daughter of Beren Erchamion and Lúthien Tinúviel. I'm eager to meet with my peers", said the Everqueen in a different, dry tone. Two elven men, clad in the already traditional full body wraithbone armor of the Aelosian armed forces stepped out of the transport, coming out of the shadows to cover the backs of the two aelosian rulers. They were no guards or escorts, but fully High-ranking Army officers, the blazon of the Mablung House of Defenders carved in the wraithbone of their breastplates.

Jim Boolie registered the bump at a biologically impossible speed...the warmth of exposed flesh, the soft folds of a dress, the unmistakably soft touch of a woman sent alarm bells echoing achingly through his head. In the back of the room, he had just been calming from the horror of being sent off alone when the sudden, unexpected contact had sent his mind into a fit of terror.

His junior olympian body, only hinted at under his simple uniform, reacted admirably; it sent him flying back all of a respectful two feet and placed itself in a very body language overt position of appology with amazing speed brought on by said terror. Later he would often wonder by what grace he had landed such rather then some hideously inappropriate combat stance. The mind is a wonderfully bizzar, beautiful, and amazing place....

But for now, he was far too intent on figuring out exactly what just happened so that he might keep from a personal flaying from the Ambassador once the two left. Military and political beauracracies be damned, what the richist and perhaps most powerful (not to mention experianced) woman in Wazzu sitting not 30 feet away might do to him personally was almost as scarry as actually making whatever blunder it was he had just made.

The split second of reaction, movement, and positioning of submission undertaken by his subconsious mind gave all the time he needed but no where near as much time as he wanted for his consious mind to take in new information, backtrack, and try to figure out what happened.

A woman stood before him as he moved, her skin warmer than the soft pale he'd often imagined of her race, the ears noticable but not repulsive as some back home might say in ignorance. The young elves lips were full and nose delicate and eyes...a man could get lost in those hazel-brown eyes. And he realized as he landed that this young, perfect beauty had likely already seen more years then he would ever know...had likely had more experiance and more knowledge then the corporate owner he feared might now be the end of him.

Young. The word struck him like a ton of bricks as his heals came down in athletic balance. She was young. What little of a file Wazzu had on her (or anyone else at the party, there were far too many people in the universe to do more then get basic vitals of a few who MIGHT show up at a high-profile diplomatic function) said she was considered young by her people. Vanya. Royalty.

The one thing that could be said of Jim was that one day, long into the future, he might deserve to come to such an event as this by his own merit. Raised in a small apartment in a poorer part of Wazzu proper on Earth, he shared a room that some would consider a walk-in closet with three siblings. Unlike two of his brothers, he had been fortinute to be born without the physical diformities that were becomming more common back home, a result of pollutants, past genetic engineering, and a mixing of blood with political and economic refugees fleeing other nations. By luck, what few minor genetic predispositions to disease he had were all easily cured by simple gene therapy when he signed his military papers.

But thats not what might merit his place at a place such as this one day, if Liz didn't skin him first. If one thing could be said of Wazzu's horrid working conditions, it was that most everyone entered the market fair, and had a fair chance to work his or her way up. From the bottom, Jim had worked hard. He had managed to nearly top out in one of the worlds most strenuous public education systems, accel in a highly acclaimed foreign university, and manage to get into an officer niche of an only 10,000 strong branch of Wazzu's military. Not that there weren't other, more populated branches of the military, or a ton of corporations, political agencies, and other oppertunities for people beyond even his acheivements. Still, it suited the mind to believe it was part of such a small group in a nation of nearly 5 billion.

With a little hard work, he might be here one day, except that this beautiful creature in front of him might be the pleasant omen of his doom.

"Oh! Excuse me!"...Vanya's words almost slipped by his mind as he mentally chastized himself for daydreaming, a cruel self punishment for what more resembled a mindstorm then a lazy swim in the Caribbean. But by now he had landed in a very appologetic stance. Is that a sunburn? he asked himself, immediately realizing it was a blush as his own cheeks flushed with warmth. Despite himself and not a little training before hand, he couldn't stop that reaction.

As his heart hit bottom inside his chest, he responded with air fresh from a mid-air gasp hardly a second before. "No, no!" he exclaimed, though silently, "Please pardon me m'lady." he insisted, bringing her hand briefly to his lips.

Wait, he thought instantaniously, when did I grab her hand? And why did I say m'lady? I've never said that! In truth, it had been completely automatic. He wasn't even sure it felt wrong...though all he had to go by were old vids. That is proper behavior for a monarchy, isn't it? he wondered, hoping he had not just unconsiously given unforgivable offense.

While his lips only touched her delicate fingers for an instant, and his mind wondered if his actions were proper, he positively knew his hand held onto hers for a second longer then was. It was a moments weak decision in response to a moments selfish desire in which he took secret consious pleasure. No matter what happened to him in the next 24 hours, or the next 500 years, it was a moment he could not ever forget, nor regret.

But in the end, after that one small second, her hand was hers again, and he stood before her apologetic and awaiting god's wrath taken form in her next move.

OOC: Sorry, didn't quit on you guys again, just got very very very very very busy with class. That is usually the case durring the week, not durring the weekends.



Liz smiled, she still felt emotions running through her veins, but it wasn't overwhelming. "Nothing anywhere is absolutely safe, and who would want it to be? I would be more then happy to join you."

Then, she suddenly turned to her aide. "Jim, why don't you go find someone to talk to?" She suggested, "It'll be good for you. I'll be fine on my own." She pressed the power controls on the wheelchair to turn it a couple inches as a demonstration.

The short man in the simple black uniform behind her was terrified.

Sure, he had a great education, was in perfect physical shape, and had tons of training...in warfare.... He was even an officer. But he was a butterbar. an O-1. The lowest possible ranking officer with no experiance in a room full of immortals, diplomats, corporate executives, and other powerful sharks.

He covered it up pretty well, but his eyes pleaded to stay with her as he faded slowly into the background...loosing himself among the pillars at the edges of the room.

Elizabeth Wang turned back to Lydia and smiled....

Lydia inclines her head respectfully toward Wang, "I am afraid, Ambassador, that I must leave you now. Duke Sterling has a few points he wanted me to address with Lord Thranduil and the Lady Azura, mostly we wish to express to the Bajoni that their former citizens in the Dominion of Mizar fair well in our keep so to speak, but there are a few other matters at hand. Perhaps we could speak again afterwards....?"

Lydia inclines her head respectfully toward Wang, "I am afraid, Ambassador, that I must leave you now. Duke Sterling has a few points he wanted me to address with Lord Thranduil and the Lady Azura, mostly we wish to express to the Bajoni that their former citizens in the Dominion of Mizar fair well in our keep so to speak, but there are a few other matters at hand. Perhaps we could speak again afterwards....?"

Liz nodded, still smilling, "Rather or not we manage to speak again here, I'll most certainly take up your invitation to Mizar. I'm hoping to get out more before I rest."

Liz bowed goodbye to Lydia and let the woman take her leave. It was time to find another person to talk with. The only problem was, how to see who was free over the heads of all these tall elves while sitting in a wheelchair....

Azura lead the Aelosians to the lift and deep down into the mountain. They made pleasant conversation along the way and then exited into the palace. Dow a short hall and they emerged into the room. Thranduil had retaken a seat inhis throne. It was a most elegant throne. It was the giant head of a Mumak emerging from the wall. The trunk went down and curved back parallel to the ground, making the body of the throne. And the upper tusks made the armrests. This was the one truly great Avari work in the hall of Amon Carn.

He stood as Aelosia and Aliria entered with Azura and proclaimed, "Aelosia of the house of Thingol, welcome to the hall of Amon Carn. And greetings to you as well young princess Aliria. Long have been the days since we were last together in the caverns of Menegroth. It does me well to see my old friend."

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Vanya didn't know what to do. The tradition of kissing another's hand had practically died out, at least with her father's people. But for some reason, she let him hold it a little longer. She heard his apology and smiled sweetly back, still blushing a bright red. "What's your name?" she asked meekly. She hadn't even thought to say anything, but it came out none-the-less.

"Long ago, indeed. Thranduil of the Black Forest, Leader of the Green and Furtive Peoples", said the Everqueen in the most pleasant and mellow tone that her magical throat was capable of, however without losing any of its regal and noble resonance. Almost sparks flew by the air as she approached Thranduil, as in the encounters of truly powerful, ancient and wise beings. "Back then our peoples were friendly to each other. You served our Lords well, and then you served your own people, never stepping back a step against the crawling darkness that menaced us all, and still menaces us from the deepest pits of the New Angband", she continued, giving Thranduil a small inclination of her head, the greatest honor that Aelosia was capable of giving to any being in the universe.

Aliria instead gave Thranduil a careful and long bow, her hand waving in an exquisite movement as both her waist and her neck bent both her hed and body forward, to incline herself entirely before the Lord of the Leaves. She had the grace of a cat, the elegance of a prey bird and the style of the most talented dancer making that movement, and no courtier of any house in Aelosia could say that was capable of besting Princess Aliria in the art of bowing, the art of showing courtesy and respect to others. Howevr, as she finished her bow and straightened herself again, she didn't said a word, instead she sank her stare in the magnificent form of Thranduil.

"Elúrin Nos Dior can you call me, Lord of Leaves, or even just Elúrin if you want. This is not the first time we met after all, and in my heart I cannot hold formalities for someone that I consider a long friend, and a far relative. It does me well to meet you too, Thranduil, in hopes of strenghtening the ties of our peoples, we elves must remain united, as I suspect that in the future the darkness again will attempt to engulf us all and consume us all. I came here to greet you and congratulate you, but also to find out the whereabouts of the Avari people, and to rest assure that you are still our trusted friends and allies, of course", finished the Everuqeen, her most seductive half-smile on her lips.

Melwe and Roccolinde looked around, suddenly finding themselves bereft of company. Melwe glanced over briefly as her fellow Avari led the Aelosians down into the mountain and then turned her gaze to the rest of the crowd, still milling about on the surface. She gave the very faintest frown.

Roccolinde shook her head, murmuring quietly in Doriathrim. Whatever she said, Melwe nodded ever so faintly.

With nothing else to do, Samara settled on wandering over to the Menegrothim, smiling as she did.

Thranduil stepped forwards and down from the raised area the Mumak Throne sat on. He embraced Aelosia warmly, as old friends would. "Long has it been, Elurin. Ever will the Nandor be friends of the Sindarin."

Azura took a place by his side. "And ever will the Avari remain allies of the Sindarin." She bowed to them both.

---

Vanya stood, staring into Jim's speechless eyes, awaiting his response.

OOC:
MR, Thranduil will talk to Roccolinde and Melwe next. Or you could come meet him. ;)

Melwe and Roccolinde turned to Samara with a smile. Melwe spoke first. "Good evening, m'lady. I do trust you are enjoying yourself. It is a rather interesting party."

Also finding herself alone once more by her own doing, Soryaan decided to meet with some of the guests, spying a small grouping with which to start.

And with that, she walked somewhat carefully towards Samara and the Menegrothim, none of which she had actually spoken with.

"I wasn't expecting less" said Elurin, accepting and returning Thranduil's embrace, thing that quite impressed Aliria, who arched an eyebrow as her mother suddenly showed a warm and friendly attitude all of sudden, abandoning her usual cold and distant self.

"Nice home you have built for yourself, Thranduil, it remembers me of Menegroth of the Thousand Caves, and such vision pleases me a lot. You should go to me my Forest of Mirrors one day, I'm sure you would be equally amazed. I built it from my memories of Ossiriand, your land once, when your people hosted my grandfather and my father, before the shadow fell", she continued, in her eyes a sparkling light of positive emotions and happiness. "Too bad that the noldor came and razed all..."

OOC: I'll wait until you get done with Menegroth and Aelosia before I try and speak with Thranduil and Azura, Bajon.

((OOC Curses and sorry all, I was away from net connection longer than I thought. I won't post right now an IC post but see how thinks shape up in the next few days so as not to leave people again))

OOC: I'll wait until you get done with Menegroth and Aelosia before I try and speak with Thranduil and Azura, Bajon.


((OOC: Menegroth isn't with Bajon right now but with C'tan and Kajal.))

Vanya didn't know what to do. The tradition of kissing another's hand had practically died out, at least with her father's people. But for some reason, she let him hold it a little longer. She heard his apology and smiled sweetly back, still blushing a bright red. "What's your name?" she asked meekly. She hadn't even thought to say anything, but it came out none-the-less.

This confused Jim. On the one hand, his emotions were telling him that her blush was rather the redness of anger, and warned him that asking for his name was just a way to pin accountability.

But at the same time, logically, he knew she didn't need his name to pin anything...and his mind was recognizing some of her actions as something other then anger.

It wouldn't dawn on him until sometime later that it might be something else. He was still a biological being, and the chemicals his body produced kept his logical thinking from taking control for now.

So he did the emotional thing, and bowed slightly as he meekly uttered his name, barely managing to keep out an 'Uhhh'. "Jim Boolie your highness, at your service."