The Cord - by - magicbunni
It was muggy and unseasonably rainy on the day Lusis left the common
woodlands for a hole in the ground. Not that it was a very untidy or
unpleasant hole. Or a very deep one. Just that she hadn’t expected any
race of elf to live underground.
It didn’t match with
anything in the stories she’d learned as a young girl. It was alarming
from the point of view she held about things that came from the deep.
Underground was a dangerous space. All manner of her least-favourite
beings lived there: Goblins, Orcs, trolls, and creatures that defied
naming whose only purpose, as far as she could tell, was to cause mayhem
and die on the end of her sword. So she didn’t yet know how she felt
about these elves who didn’t live in trees. Not that she knew much about
elves in particular. As a rule, they kept to their own, and it was
surprising to her that she’d been permitted to cross the river onto this
land at all. She’d heard of forest strongholds where all passage was
forbidden, and had assumed all elf lands worked in this way.
But at least their underground was rumoured to be shallow, well lit, and, best of all, dry.
been aware of an ‘escort’ since she’d crossed the river, but they
hadn’t shown themselves, or interfered until she came within sight of,
and then passed through, the markers for whatever elf holding was
hereabouts. She didn’t know them. Lusis didn’t trouble with elves, or
most any other being she deemed could take care of itself.
mere feet into the limits, proper, before she found herself faced with a
tall man dressed in immaculate green leather, and with his long dark
hair tied up at the crown of his head. She startled because she hadn’t
seen him coming, and because he was so clean and fair. Even soaked to
the skin, he looked tidy as a bureaucrat. No surprise that when he laid
the flat of his hand over the side of the blade she’d drawn she could
see there wasn’t even dirt under his fingernails.
He said, “Hello on this inclement day.”
He had a pretty voice and an accent.
who was, in comparison, filthy, snaggly-haired, plastered with mud and
in a rotten humour, spat out some of the muck in her mouth and glanced
over her shoulder to the four equally disheveled men behind her.
of the youngest of these, Aric, beamed at her, “Maybe you should hug
him?” he invited. Then he wiped away a clod of syrupy muck from his
stubble and tossed it down in the rain. It made a splat. His grin
broadened. Her other companions rumbled with amusement.
pulled a face and returned her gaze to the clean elf. Had to be an elf.
His ears were pointed and he was so fresh and pleasant – like a man out
on a sunny beach. He hadn’t moved an inch. His generally affable
expression was as unchanged as statuary.
herself and lowered her sword, careful of his hand on the bare blade.
“That’s a good way to cut yourself.” She said, though the elf’s pale
hand was already moving away.
Aric marveled from closer behind her. “Is there a good way?”
she meant that’s a sure way. That’s a sure way for him to cut himself.”
Growled Redd. He was obelisk-like, one of the more experienced men in
her band, and an avid reader. Which made him both incredibly useful in
battle, and almost unforgivably conversational. Redd was one of the only
men she knew who got chatty in pitched battle, though that may have
been because battle and reading made him relax about equally.
Dutifully, Lusis exhaled and told the elf, “That’s a sure way to cut yourself.”
The elf had hardly moved a feather. “What is, lady?”
Redd stepped in smoothly, “Lusis, that is the wrong tense.”
could swear that the dark-haired elf looked just a shade amused. But he
let her off the hook with a question that, at least, had something to
do with the matter around her. “These are not the lands of Men. Why have
you strayed this way?”
Evidently, it was a form of purgatory. She inhaled. “I need to speak to the elves, hereabouts.”
The dark-haired newcomer’s chin dropped a fraction, “And so you are.”
“Preferably, I’d like to do it while dry.” She said tightly.
snickered, “Come all this way to get out of the rain. Surely you’ve got
enough hospitality in you for that, elf? To show a few Rangers to
This was different. He glanced from Aric to Lusis and said, “Rangers?”
“You might have led with that.” Redd put in.
Rangers,” Lusis told the elf. “We’ve noticed something… unusual and
come to consult with the elves on what it might be, and how to defeat
its movements to the North of this great forest.”
The elf moved
between raindrops to turn to a sudden trio of his like, flanking him.
“These Rangers have also felt something afoot in the land.”
it in the land?” Aric snorted in retort. “We felt it in our camp. It
tried to eat Lusis. She fought it off, and even she’s not fully able to
describe it for what it was.”
Lusis felt her stomach butterfly.
She fought not to spit again. The memory was stone cold. It throbbed
into her mind like a lousy wound and made her insides feel coated with
obscenity. When she could, she cast it far out of her thoughts, but it
was connected to her like a rope to a net in deep water. Whatever she
pulled up from the depths, it was tied to her. She could not escape it.
And then she met the elf’s pale green eyes.
Whatever he saw when
his head tipped to take her in, she didn’t need to speak about it
further. A mercy. She wasn’t a wordsmith like Redd, or waggish like
handsome Aric. It wasn’t that Lusis couldn’t speak her mind that made
her bad at talk. It was that she did.
The elf ducked his head in a
little nod. “Please walk with us,” he paused and decided to address
them as, “Rangers of the Northern woods.”
She followed, mutely.
Generally, her men were quiet behind her. They were worried, she knew,
for no matter how she forced herself, bribed herself, or how she
struggled, to the good of all, to manage some kind of a delivery, she
was unable to talk about what had befallen her. She was worn, weary of
the fight of finding words to say. And now she was half afraid she’d run
to the elves because that’s what men overwhelmed with peril did – or so
her mother had often scoffed. In Redd’s stories and histories, men very
often reached embattled hands toward the heavens and prayed, and this
resulted in elves marching in lines to the eleventh hour.
Here she was, a frightened fool, knocking at the door of a kingdom.
A waste of their time.
stomach clenched to the edge of collapse. She had to be helped through
the great stone gates to Mirkwood. She prayed as she walked, Slow,
heart, and be still, hand. You’ve come all this way hoping for these
gates. Courage now. May I find one kind heart, here, who will take heed
of us. Who will help us.
She was more than willing to trade her skills for that.
The elven court was full that day.
land had been intemperate, and the weather unfavourable, and that led
to petitions and debates in the locality. This was not just a matter of
wood elves coming to settle disputes – for there was no warring,
hostility, or violence allowed among their kind, as was decreed by their
king – but of the encroaching human settlements, many of which were
dependent on the great rivers Anduin, Forest, and Enchanted, as silt
heavy as they tended to be, particularly through the forest stretch.
Forest’s flooding came in spring and saturated the land, building new
distributaries, lakes and pools. It brought life and fresh soil with it.
But the Enchanted never flooded. This was the charge of the Mirkwood
King whose will kept its weighty hypnotic powers in check, lest they
infect the Forest River that ran all the way through to the plains far
beyond. In fact, the Mirkwood elves controlled a stretch of Anduin down
from its headwaters beside the Forest. There was much contention about
the laws and rules for river use, and the tithe that the Elven-king of
Greenwood had put upon it. This filled the court, yearly, with dispute
The king couldn’t be bothered with much of this.
was mostly the burden of the Kingdom’s-seneschal, Eithahawn. He sat at a
simple wood table in the throne-room, vastly aware of the empty throne
at his back, not because of some woe or frustration that it was not
occupied, but out of fear it would be.
You see, some of the best
qualities of a seneschal were the worst qualities of A Certain King. A
good seneschal was tactful, compromising, calm, and humble – prone to
writing letters and drafting documents, and not to drawing swords. A
Certain King did possess all of those qualities, yes, but in rather…
meagre supply. Mirkwood had a proud warrior king and worse – a very
shrewd one – and that meant if the Highness came by here the entire
Court was going to spiral out of control in a hurry.
He had other
matters. Dark and pressing matters to the North. That was the
unquenchable strength of their King. Best to let him see to it.
room in front of Eithahawn had close to a dozen people within it, and a
queue along the wall benches, all under Silvan guard. Most everyone
looked frightened to be in here. But… there was good cause for all of
them. Only the most serious of issues landed on this particular
“Damn elves. You sit in your sunny caves and your beech trees and try to dictate to-”
due respect, Mrs. Hockin,” Eithahawn said over his paperwork, and
avoided eye-contact with the dwarf woman, “unless you have some rightful
claim on these lands with which to approach the Elven King in contest –
armed contest, I suspect – I must suggest we focus on things more
productive to the issue at hand.” And the caves weren’t exactly sunny
today, either. Fires roared on both sides of the room to keep out the
damp. His papers wilted before him. The Lord of Greenwood had no great
love of dwarves. It was best that he not face the salty trader-woman.
Eithahawn rather liked her business sense, but she would have had a poor
reception from A Certain King.
She fixed him with a candle-coloured eye, “The river runs free. So should transit on it be free.”
issues with that Gamra Hockin,” Eithahawn nodded in her direction and
finally glanced her way. Her trade was growing. Her success now pushed
at its margins. She knew she was about to jump to a different tithe and
was desperately trying to avoid paying a share to the monarch whose
people policed this long river and kept it safe for transit. She came
every spring and autumn with a new argument, but, in the end, he was
confident she could be negotiated with. “This river does not run free.
If it did then your holding in Lowangles would be a flooded marsh, six
feet deep, with the inundations and it is not. In fact, if all of our
rivers ran free as you claim the yearly disaster of travelers falling
into a trance outside of memory as they wander the woodlands would
resume. That is dangerous.”
“I suppose that’s problem number one, is it? And I’m to believe that?”
“Hm. How tall are you?”
woman was well under six feet. She set her hands on her hips and
pointed at him, “Don’t even try that lip with me, young elf lord!”
Her teenaged dwarven son cringed behind her.
turned to one of the throne-room guards and said, “Farathel, would you
kindly draw a cup-measure of the wild-Enchanted? Mrs. Hockin would like
to examine its potency.” His brows drew up a fraction and his pen dotted
air. “Perhaps in a weak tea?”
Mrs. Hockin did her level best not to clap her palm to her forehead.
Silvan elf woman took a step back, about to obey, when the dwarf
relented. In fact, she looked down at her stout boots and chuckled.
“You’re a clever one, Lord elf. But I still won’t believe you elves do
squat to the river to keep it safe for us. I never will.”
the Kingdom’s-seneschal, Farathel shifted weight testily. The elf beside
her subdued her temper with a glance. Blood had been shed to keep this
river and these forests safe. Eithahawn’s warm blue eyes glided away
from looking at the noise behind him and back to the dwarf woman. She
twisted her red hair braid, lightly, in thought. “So be it, Mrs. Hockin.
I am not here to change belief systems, merely to settle disputes.
However, if the river runs free, and the transit is free, then we might
consider the prices charged for your artisan work?” He flipped pages.
“Umm – they are high, yes? But then the quality of your smiths is
particularly good, as are the reports of their engraving. It is
rewarding when one can afford the best, is it not? And there is the fee
you charge for ferrying such good wares through ‘dangerous lands by way
of enchanted and perilous forest rivers’, as your advert states.”
She shut her eyes, pinched the bridge of her nose.
amiss?” Eithahawn smothered a friendly smile. He was required to be
objective no matter how resourceful he found the dwarf businesswoman.
The younger dwarf behind her, nearly half again her small size, and doubtless the author of the advert, cringed.
“Are we at agreement, Gamra Hockin?”
exhaled a long, low grumble of breath and then confirmed. “We are. We
must be, indeed, Eithahawn King’s-seneschal. Take my gold and give it to
your Elfking. May it keep him warm!” She tossed her hair, stepped out
of line, and dragged her son with her.
“It always does,” Eithahawn
sighed under his breath. Though, he knew that was, in fact, a common
simplification. He marked her increase on the leger before him and
thought about the usefulness of gold in the protection of his own
kingdom. This was no game.
The only things that warmed the Elfking anymore appeared to be rage. And long dead memory.
Next came men – humans – in shackles. This time, the guard advanced him.
elf-woman in charge of the dungeon stepped forward and placed their
docket before him for consideration. He opened it, but he knew it well.
Smugglers, whose camp had been detected several times in the past year.
Their bad habit of poorly attending their fire had caught up with them
and resulted in hectares of burn scar.
Eithahawn sat back and considered them.
– saturated wet and tracking muck everywhere – entered at the back of
the room and his glance passed over them at about the same moment when
one of the patrol came to lean at his shoulder, “Rangers from the
Ah. Just what the day had been missing. It wasn’t
complicated or messy enough in here already. Rangers from the North, his
eyes found the green-eyed Silvan elf beside him. “Dorondir, how
“It is for you to decide,” he bowed a little to the King’s-seneschal. He straightened and removed himself from the room.
The response left a blank place in the seneschal’s thoughts, full of questions.
Business at hand, Eithahawn.
business at hand looked at him, burning hatred in their human faces. He
mastered himself and tapped the docket. “You have come to plead your
case? Is that… possible?”
One of the young men exploded at him,
his shouts ringing in the cavern. “You don’t own this land!” The yell
was loud enough that Mrs. Hockin stopped on her way to the door, turned,
and put her hand on her hammer.
Eithahawn extended a long, pale
hand in air to waylay the sudden bristle of weapons in the room. “We
have been here for Ages.” He gently corrected the man’s thinking. “If
you mean to argue you can claim this forest and its mountains and
rivers, and, thereby, are justified in-”
The guards had to keep him from darting forward to the table as he snapped, “Your lord is greedy and petulant, don’t you think?”
Eithahawn rose to his feet without thinking, “No, I do not.”
riffled through the room, and at the very end of it, the Rangers had
spread out, the lines of their bent, muck-choked bodies in quiet
readiness for action. He was immediately reminded of wolves slowly
encircling a man. In doing so they looked harmless. At first.
eased back to his seat. “Let us be calm, friend. You committed a crime –
two crimes, in fact. You can’t change that now. And you are caught in
“The dwarf is right. You have no right to the river and no
right to charge a tithe to men! There may be nothing I can do about
being caught, but there will be more of us. You will have a price to pay
for your greed. We will have our way.”
Eithahawn didn’t look up, “Is your way to burn down an entire winter-apple grove?”
The man laughed, “Who cares what kind of trees they-”
do.” A Silvan elf raised her pale hands. The younger male beside her
was her son and he had his hand on a knife – none too pleased with the
humans at the moment. “As it was my grove, and over half of it has been
razed. I’d have lost all except for the yearly sear that removed the
build-up of undergrowth.”
“What is your petition?” he flipped through the paperwork.
they be found guilty and imprisoned.” She glanced across at the men,
but their hot gazes were fixed forward and up. “They cannot be taught
away from their backward-” she glanced out over Eithahawn’s shoulder and
her graceful voice stopped.
“Hold, friends,” Eithahawn said, “steady heads, please.”
But the room had ground to sudden, hissing silence.
him, a suspicious creak made Eithahawn’s shoulder blades prickle. His
honey-blond hair, the byproduct of Sindar and Silvan extraction, rose on
the back of his neck.
“And so it shall be done,” said A Certain Elfking. His voice was smooth and low. And cold.
He’d arrived. Ideal. Eithahawn signed and closed the docket, then held on to the lip of the table with both hands.
You live too long, so your ways never change!” the human man – Connul
Dach by the docket – made a bitter laugh, “It’s your kind who are
backward! You’ve owned the land forever. I’d venture there’s no handspan
of earth your kind haven’t walked in this world! What does that leave
for the rest of us?”
“You are welcome to whatever you can take.”
The Elfking’s voice paused, “Outside of my forest.” The air behind
Eithahawn had gone cold.
The human growled, “You’ve lived too long. That is the problem.”
fire was an accident,” snapped one of Connul’s men. “Do you understand
that? Do you understand accidents? Do you fancy you make no mistakes,
Connul surged up at the narrow wood table and unleashed a curse, “You are mistakes – you should be dust! The lot of you!”
chair leapt forward. He only just caught the docket and its contents
with one deft hand, and kept the table steady with the other. On one
side, Connul struggled ahead. On the other, the Elfking had swept in
above Connul Dach’s twisted face, his white teeth clenched. “If your
argument for a fire that might have incinerated us all, yourselves
included, is that my people should be ashes, I believe the threat you
pose is clear. But do not dare plunge at me and imagine that I am afraid
The Elfking caught his temper and backed away. Eithahawn
settled the table and chair between the pair and glanced at his tall,
fiery king. Was it some fault in the Sindar character that twisted his
veins into lava chutes? Everything about him was a bonfire when he was
defied. Fortunately, his temper wasn’t too common an occurrence. But… he
was no marble Lord. Neither was he radiated from moonlight like the
Lady Galadriel. Eithahawn turned to face the human men who had been
smuggling goods for the better part of a year, and had burnt hectares of
woods to blackened stalks. Because King Thranduil had been cut out of
the sun rather than the stars, he understood the menace of fire.
the hissing silence of rain, the Elfking exhaled, “They shall be
strangers to the sun.” He raised a disinterested voice to add, “Spare
them only if they never set foot outside of their cells.”
The guard dragged the human men away.
“It was an accident!” the younger one howled. “It was only an accident! We can pay the fines!”
watched them disappear with a shuddering pity. But the Elfking, in the
way of Kings, was harder than that. He couldn’t afford to release these
men, but it was still fearsome to witness.
The shouts faded as
Eithahawn looked at the smuggled goods. It made his innards twist. All
of this for scrap metal, deadfall, and cooking oil. He shut his eyes in a
somatic sort of pain. Cooking oil. This should have gone by way of
negotiation. He might have convinced them he could be trusted. He could
think of some reasons for smuggling food basics along with pilfered
metal – probably from the dwarven scrap yards – that commanded empathy.
“Eithahawn,” suddenly the Elfking’s voice was patient, “what is next?”
used to be an elf king here,” Redd had been telling her, “an old and
powerful elf ruler who came across the land and settled here. There are
old books that talk about him. He was famous.”
“For what?” Aric
whittled a stick to a point, “crocheting? Needlepoint?” He looked around
him. “These elves have fantastic clothes, don’t they?”
to be distracted, Aric. It makes you stupid.” He paused and added,
“Particularly stupid.” Before he snatched away the pointed stick. Then
he looked around the golden stone of this airy cavern. Watery daylight
streamed in through arches covered in fine glass, and in stations along
the glass, symbols written in red and golden Elvish that he wished he
He took out the ragged leather book and pencil stub, and looked around him.
was Aric’s brother, Icar. He was very similar in appearance to his
brother, only quiet. In character, they couldn’t have been more
dissimilar. For example, when Icar wanted a holiday, he took his chalks
and papers and went out into the wilderness, alone. When Aric wanted to
have fun, it usually involved police and potential arrest at some point.
And he usually took Steed with him. Which meant twice the bail. Lusis
checked their archer and horse-whisperer and found the man was feigning
sleep. She couldn’t tell if it was in protest or if he was up to
Yes. Aric and Steed were generally decent men until put together.
Aric had snatched back the sharpened stick and continued on. “Famous for what?”
had laughed, “This was an old book when my great-great was in the
cradle. I read it when I was a boy and it mentioned this place, ‘The
Greenwood’, and its golden king.” Redd nodded at the man who forewent
the throne for a high-backed chair and graven table at the foot of the
dais. “Do you suppose that’s him?”
“Dunno.” Aric stopped
whittling. Icar leaned to one side for a better vantage. “Was your
golden Mirkwood Elfking famous for paperwork?”
Steed broke form when he snickered into laughter.
chortled. “No-no. He was famous for a few things. His smarts in battle
for one, and he would have seen many battles to hold onto all of the
Great Greenwood. Oh, and Lusis.”
She half turned, wet, shaky, and sleepless.
“Famous for his beauty too.” Redd winked.
I will kick you in your bean-bags.” Everyone grinned in response to
that. But she glanced at the elf before her. He was beautiful. But what
odds? She watched as their dark-haired elf escort went up to greet the
seated blond elf. They were all beautiful. “So how would we know this
“Oh, he’d be long gone now.” Redd nodded in reply.
“He’s from the Elder Ages. He was born in the First Age, you see. So
long ago that it beggars the mind to think how long ago that would be.
By now he’s passed to legend.”
“Elves live a long time,” Icar pointed out to no one.
“What did the book say?” Lusis looked back at the huge man. “Just in case.”
that he was a kind of elf – I don’t remember the name. They’re pale,
silver, fair-haired, with grey in their eyes.” They all scrutinized the
elf seated at the table below the throne. He was fair and golden. He
wasn’t at all what one would consider silvery. Redd opened his arms and
quoted from memory, “He is a crucible of notions; he has a furnace
burning inside of him; that is Thranduil son of Oropher. And, from his
beginning, the fire of him that burnt away gloom, reached out into the
young world to consume friend and foe alike.”
“Sounds warm.” Lusis
put her hand on her ribs and pictured a furnace in there. She felt like
a block of ice-cold permafrost, so she spoke enviously.
Aric glanced at the golden elf, “Too warm.”
think the text meant fire as in,” Redd considered his words, “charisma…
or the sort of fire that comes of inspiration.” Redd nodded sagely, and
then frowned. “Though he was called terrible in battle.”
“Terrible, bad at it?” Steed asked quietly, “Or terrible, terrifying.”
me think, man.” Redd ticked off his fingers with his eyes on the gangly
Ranger, “Smart, powerful, and beautiful. The facts.”
“Won’t he be
well-met,” Aric tapped the sharpened stick at the back of Lusis’ hair
and drying muck flaked away like black snow. “For an example, look at
how ladylike Lusis is.”
Icar tapped the stub pencil’s eraser on
his chin. “Aric, remember that time the goblins decided to use your skin
as a water-bag, and Lusis beheaded them?”
Steed opened an eye and
tallied, “So if Lusis was a lady the way you like goblins would be
filling you up at one end, and drinking out of the other.”
“Fires,” Aric swore.
“At least she wouldn’t be bothering you, brother.” Icar noted lightly.
grinned over her shoulder at Icar, and he smiled before he returned to
drawing. He was a strange sort of Ranger. May the great Eagles guard
him, seeing as his head was so far up in the clouds.
Redd added. “Oh yes! I do recall he was a warrior. Fought dragons and slew one by himself.”
is how you know it’s a fairytale,” Aric raised the stick and looked
down its length and missed it when the throne-room’s guard began to
shift positions to cover him.
That’s when ruckus started at the top of the room.
moved without thinking, her knees flexed into position for attack, just
in case bloodshed broke out in this law-abiding room. She’d already
gotten crosshairs on the back of the head of the man causing this. He
was shackled. But that didn’t mean he was secured.
That’s when the great elf made his appearance.
caverns occurred with many passages at many levels, and glowing wood
staircases extended from one to the other in a beautiful net. The
warmest-looking room, Lusis could scarcely see from the bottom of the
throne-hall, she was only aware of a broad staircase and buttery golden
light. Long legs appeared on the way down that staircase and they
emerged iota by iota into a gloriously-draped elf so pale he looked like
a cherry petal, so blonde under his tall, flowering corona, that his
hair looked white. And he was breathtaking in a way where looking away
from him was difficult, because it meant that one risked missing out on
the way he moved, or spoke.
And he was stunning. When the humans
in shackles flew at him, he seethed back at them in a way so god-awful
beautiful it rattled the brain. Lusis shook herself. “How much you want
to bet,” she glanced back at Redd’s gawp, “that one – his eyes are
Steed uncoiled and got his hand on his short-sword. “What’s elvish for ‘furnace’, Reddy?”
got lots of ur,” Steed grimaced and snatched the pointed stick from
Aric’s hand. He looked at it and then aside to Lusis. “Sure you want to
prod this guy?”
She reassessed her chances of success. If the
assumption was correct, and this was their First Age furnace, he very
well might reduce them all to ashes, but she would not survive him for a
certainty. She, who could hardly speak of what afflicted her, saw it in
a hurricane of certainties: he would have no patience for her
impediments then destroy her rickety shell in a series of quick
conflagrations, in a total absence of mercy. “We should leave,” she
nodded. And didn’t move. Didn’t look away from the tower of the Elfking.
Or maybe it was a hurricane of fears? She couldn’t tell. Couldn’t
remember the thin sliver of line in between fear and harm.
hadn’t been in this position since her childhood, of vulnerability, of
having taken such deep damage it left her sucking air, robbed of the
ability to even cry out for help.
She hissed out a breath to convince herself she could still breathe.
He looked dangerous. He looked everlasting.
elves moved as silently as shadows, their hands like steely cords as
they dragged the shackled humans away. Lusis bristled at the tears on a
shouting man’s face. It was a tragedy of timing, weeping for your sorry
plight once your crime was done.
“We should leave.” She turned on her heel and her group surrounded her, hid her from view.
straight-legged woman of the guard appeared directly behind Aric. Over
him. She was slightly taller, particularly in the golden helmet she
wore. “Please approach the King’s seneschal,” the brown-haired elf
paused, “You are summoned by the great Elfking of Taur-e-Ndaedelos.”
sped up. His hand shut around Lusis’ wrist on one side, and Aric’s on
the other. “Mind your tongues. For the love of all holies, mind your
“We’d be covered in less dirt if we came out of a kiln.” Icar pointed out nervously.
“You’re all right, brother.” Aric was always quick to comfort his kin. “You’ll be fine. It’s me-”
you’ll shut your clappers, friend. But I’m pretty sure we can’t stick
it out back here,” Steed said under his breath. “Let’s go. And… Redd, do
your best with this, will you? Best to know what we’re up against here.
And if this is some kind of First Age revenant, it’s better to be
They started walking.
“He’s not a revenant. Elves
live a long time. Very long time, I guess,” Redd coughed a little and
sounded anxious. He glanced around him, flustered before he managed to
mutter, “Lusis, I read about this King many times when I was little and I
was afraid of him, then, of his great age, his sword that slew dragons,
and his cold, endless heart. It has seen Ages come and go. What are the
lives of men to him? What is your life? Little, I think.”
terrifies Ranger children. Great news.” Lusis said aside. She forced
herself to breathe evenly as she advanced in the room, aware she tracked
sludge behind her. The closer she got to him, the tighter her throat
felt, until she wheezed, “Anything else?”
They went a few paces before Redd added, “This can’t be.”
“Could be.” Aric nudged him. “Stay with us, Redd.”
“I’ll prove it’s not him.” Redd seemed to recover himself by this hypothesis.
drew closer. The pale elf was tallest of those around him, and so
still, like a hallucination of a being. His face was so indifferently
beautiful it was like staring into the face of an alabaster bust, not a
living being. Lusis glanced over Redd. “Thoughts, Redd?”
was a low whisper, “Uh, so marginalia in one of the books said The
Elfking was scarred by dragon’s fire. His face was disfigured on one
side. Do you see an indication of that? I don’t. Even if this King is
called Thranduil, it isn’t the old Elfking. We may stand a chance with
“Really now.” Steed pulled a face. “Because there less to fear in a new Elfking?”
were close now, and the other elf, the one with golden hair like honey
and a rope-like braid over one shoulder, rose up from his wonderfully
hewn beech-wood chair to observe him. His eyes were a mingling of blue
and green. He was not as tall as the paler elf.
The gold-haired elf took a step toward them and cautioned, “That is close enough, Rangers.”
“Wouldn’t want to get the great King all muddy.” Aric said automatically.
Everyone looked at Aric. He belted-up, mashing his lips into a pressurized line that curved like the bottom of a noose.
“He’s here all week,” muttered Steed.
Elfking’s crown fascinated Lusis because it appeared to be alive. She
could see buds and small velvety white blooms along the crown of his
head. Amazing. It didn’t look as if these were cut branches with fading
leaves and blooms. It looked alive. It was thriving. Blooming.
eyes snapped down to his face, which was heart-breaking because it was
so impassively affable – an expressionless expression. Glowing
gloriously and carefully lifeless. She could compare its planes and
symmetries to a glass doll’s face if any doll maker could be near as
skilled. His eyes turned out to be the blue-tinged grey of metal, or the
colour of distant mountains.
This Elfking was so pleasing to the eye. And it was so terrible.
He was under there, somewhere.
Lusis chased her skittering breath. “You look like ice over a mountain lake staring, my Lord.”
moved, but such a small fraction it might have been in her mind. But
then his voice pooled out around her, chill and hard. “And you are as
filthy as a newborn Uruk-hai. But under your crust of earth… you are
“Maybe,” she caught her breath, “I’m afraid you’ll burn
holes straight through me with those metal eyes, oh King.” His stare did
not abate in response to this.
The Elfking turned, which was a
production, though she sensed it was natural to him – how he moved. He
swept up the stairs and draped himself into his massive throne of wood
and monstrous elk antlers. He looked out at her, around a tine.
golden-haired elf blinked at the floor around them and then sucked a
breath. “Approach the throne, Rangers of the North.” Then he helplessly
watched them track mud up the gleaming stairs and across the
The Elfking said, “You have come down from the
mountains. There is great disturbance in the lands above us of late.”
His head tipped a little. “You have the taste of the mountain wind on
you, but also something else.”
“Good old Mirkwood silt, I’m
guessing.” Aric said nervously. “We came by it honestly. We did not use
the river, at all-” he endured an elbow from Steed.
blue-silver eyes slid to take in Aric as though the man was a clear
glass vessel full of water, and when the noises stopped, they glided
back to Lusis again.
She’d shut her eyes to focus. It took a lot
to fight the tightness in her throat, the one that choked off words. If
only she could show his thoughts the thing she’d experienced. “I’ve come
with a warning. There is something abominable, some slow power rising
in the earth in the foothills North of here.”
When she opened her
eyes again, his expression looked impassable as the mountain chain
itself. He told her, “Of that I was aware. You have come all this way to
warn me when the elves of this wood know well the feeling of darkness
swelling against the borders.”
He was staring fires into the sockets of her eyes.
Was that what it was like to live all the Ages? Did you just burn on the inside?
Maybe he’d swallowed the dragon he’d killed.
Lord,” she had to close her eyes to think straight. “You misunderstand.
I don’t come to tell you this because I sensed it. I come to tell you
because,” she ran into a barrier, “I come to you because,” she looped a
hand around the front of her throat.
The air around her shifted. The Elfking had leaned over her. He was close now. She opened her eyes and struggled for air.
sorry, Elfking,” Icar stepped forward and curled a hand around Lusis to
keep her upright. “We apologize. She was attacked by something in the
foothills and fought free, but it cost her.”
Lusis ‘eyes snapped open and she drew a deep breath. “Yes.”
I am aware of what it is to be left with unspeakable scars.” The
Elfking’s head tipped to one side. He froze, serpentine for a moment,
lost in memory that delivered him up to her powerful and unrepentant,
“And to heal them. Tell me, what is this thing you saw? That I do not
“My Lord, have no doubt she saw it,” Icar explained in
earnest, “the problem is that she can’t speak of it. It’s like something
broke in her – a yoked bell but with the clacker cut away. She can’t
make a sound.”
The Elfking’s eyes narrowed. “Where did the harm come to pass?”
“She knows the place,” Steed put in quickly. “Maybe she could point it out on a map?”
Light. All drew back from Lusis. She fought to hold on to the
conversation, or to feeling in her body. She could see the light of the
Elfking far away, and hear the fire-rumble of his voice in his chest.
His eyes swept her, and that seemed to be an audible thing too, like a
voice in her thoughts, as his bright blue-silver gaze sent sparks over
her cheeks. Looking at him, her throat burned.
Redd lifted her off her feet.
She sat up in bed.
Except she didn’t have a bed.
Maybe there was one in her parent’s house?
This was far from her parent’s house.
rolled up to her hands and knees and looked at the headboard, which was
a huge white wood section of what had to have been a massive tree,
graven through its many rings with stands of exquisitely rendered beech
trees. The sheets were a soft golden red in colour, a weave so excellent
it was like nothing she’d ever seen. Well, almost nothing she’d seen –
she’d been here a day now, after all. She sank down on her haunches in
this huge bed and looked at the embroidered pillows. The top sheet
crackled when she moved, stuffed with goose down.
Every time she inhaled she smelled trees, green things.
wore a shapeless shift that was colourlessly pale until she moved. Some
of the threads were silver. They glinted a bluish colour. Only the
moonlight lit the arched space in which she slept. Outside the window
wind made aspen trees rattle their leaves in a steady shush. It was a
soothing sound. She got out of bed and searched for her clothes, but she
didn’t even find a boot. Nothing. No weapons either, which really made
her feel exposed. It was dark, still, and warm though. And she was
Outside of her immediate space she found a
hall of similarly hollowed-out stone. There were seven rooms on the
side where she lay, and she was in the first of them, her bed on an
angle to the wider room beyond, and the window through which she could
see the leaves waggling. She blinked at the windows because she’d never
seen a casement so functional before. In the middle of the wider glass, a
ring of silver housed a smaller window hinged to open. A thin mesh
covered the opening.
When she looked outside, she could see that the trees were in an enclosed courtyard.
Not what she was looking for.
air blew across her bare knees and the shift billowed. She swatted at
the material, but it wouldn’t cooperate with the natural laws that
governed wind and wool.
Then again, it probably wasn’t wool.
beds set back in deep stone arches, and all with the back wall neatly
carved at the top to let the light through openings that were shaped
like phases of the moon. There were only three rooms opposite, again, on
an angle. They were far from her own bed. All were occupied by humans.
Her humans. From the living stone wall out, Icar, Aric, and then Steed.
The only other occupied slot was the bed right beside hers. In that
hollowed out section of wall, Redd sat up, fully dressed, sword in hand,
shield over his core, reclined against the huge headboard, asleep.
smiled at this. If he’d been outside in the open air, nothing would
have caused Redd to sleep like that. She walked out into the Horn-shaped
hall and found the reason it was curved as it was, narrower where Icar
slept, and wider where she did. A steel filigree cage enclosed a black
cairn there. She was curious to see bronze pools cut into the floor, at
the foot of this stove. They steamed with heat.
Make no wonder the place was toasty.
headed down the trio of steps that led up to where she’d slept and
walked through slanting moonlight toward the far wall of the… cavern.
Really, it was a central hub – a large empty wood-floored room with a
thick, bubbly glass window overhead. Off that hub were more rows of
hollowed-out rooms, doorless, dark, and lined with lovely beds, all of
them in long curling arms. It was shaped… like a sun. A small trio of
stairs led up to it.
As she kept walking, she ticked off corners
on her left and right fingers. Honestly? She’d never been inside a
building that required more than ten turns to find the front door.
Well, she wasn’t in the North anymore.
And it wasn’t her parent’s house. For sure.
kept walking, now stretching her ability to map the way – the turns –
inside her head. She grimaced, “How in Doom’s fires do thieves do it?”
She meant, get through a rich man’s house.
She was glad this
wasn’t overheard. It would be dangerous to talk this way in such a
place, a place that was the very, extremely massive home of an Elfking.
The shift she wore didn’t comfort her. Someone had put her into it after
all. That made her itchy, as strangers touching her always made her
itch. Gone was the hope that wouldn’t be true among the elves. She
didn’t like it as she didn’t like being dirty, or for things in her pack
to be in a state of disorder.
She yawned into the palm of her hand and tried to remember what had happened to put her in that bed under Redd’s guard.
went blank in the throne-hall. She stopped before the polished wood
staircase. This was where the two elves had been. The lovely golden elf
with his soft features, who’d stood up to bar her passage, and also
where she’d first seen the pitiless silver eyes of the Elfking.
Lusis wondered if Redd had puzzled out the King’s identity.
found the throne-hall. Massive, empty, beautiful. She was seized by a
desire to sit in the wood throne, ringed as it was by the antlers of
what had to be a tremendous elk buck – she was sure they were ten feet
wide. She bet the bull elk had been about seven feet tall – that was 21
hands. Bigger than any horse she’d ever even seen.
She circled the throne without daring to go near enough to it to touch even a tine.
here, though, I know the way out.” She whispered before she set off in
the direction of her men. She loped there, back through her map.
lingered in a long hall of archways. The spring wind blew freely
through here, warm, damp, but finally without rain. Outside the familiar
sound of a sword slicing air caught her attention. The caves were so
shallow in places that the depressions outside became courtyards. She
edged back from the sight of the Elfking’s swords arching around his
shoulders so quickly it was a blur.
Two of them. Fighting proficiently two-handed was beyond her skills yet.
So he practiced his swordsmanship when he couldn’t sleep.
And that wasn’t exactly a wooden waister he was using.
She watched his form for a while and grew colder and colder. Fast. Precise. Connected.
It took under two minutes for her to acknowledge she’d never seen someone that proficient.
He was gifted with a weapon and it was a chilling gift. Which meant he was probably always armed. And he had a temper.
She sank down into a lower profile and slunk carefully along the arches.
It also meant she would always need to be armed.
It was the only way to have a fighting chance with him.
she turned away from him then, before more observation could make plain
the truth. If that silver tongue of fire ever turned his sword against
her, all hope was lost. But that was too disturbing to think of when she
was so desperate to share what she knew, but so powerless to do so.
She linked her hand around her throat and wondered why, with the long solitudes of her life, she didn’t just walk away.
wasn’t ever aware of the several elven guards who’d followed her out
from her assigned quarters through the throne-hall and then all the way
“What was she doing?” The Elfking’s pale blue
eyes, very nearly the silver of coinage, slid under pale eyelids. It was
impossible to assign a mood to the Elfking. He was currently
Fond of his creature comforts, he reclined in a
massive steaming copper tub, its steadily heated water pale with milk,
and its area generous enough for six. This was a lot for a man who
didn’t even employ a concubine. Neither the one indulgence nor the lack
of another moved Eithahawn. He’d been in service here for a very long
time. He was stalwart in his position. And it was his firm belief that A
Certain King had earned his comforts.
But he’d been silent too long. Those orb-bright eyes opened and pinned Eithahawn to the ornate topiary of the King’s bath house.
He bowed a fraction. “Forgive me, my Lord. It’s nothing. Just thinking.”
sank into the milk bath until his hair was covered. His farseeing eyes
looked at the constellations on the ceiling of the cavern. “Are you
thinking about the fact the end of the One Ring, and the overthrow of
such earthly darkness should have ended encroachment into these lands?”
“My Lord, every Rohvanion tree is under your sway.”
misunderstand me,” Was all he said, and then sat up. Milky water
sloshed out of his hair and splashed over his shoulders. He wrung out,
impatiently. It was difficult to watch, because Eithahawn had been like a
son to the Elvenking and -Queen, and the Elfqueen had used to pet her
Lord’s glowing Sindar hair. She would have been the one to attend to
this for him. But she was no more, and he treated every inch with
“I’m sorry, my Lord,” Eithahawn murmured. He bowed more deeply to hide the sudden play of emotion over his features.
Thranduil tipped his head to one side. “Are you well?”
“Yes, my Lord. Please don’t trouble yourself.”
Elvenking made a soft under-breath sound of amusement. His existence
had, at its core, troubling himself for the elves and lands of his
kingdom. “Do you suppose you are the exception?”
Eithahawn maintained his bow, “I’m sorry, my Lord… I do not understand.”
of course,” Thranduil’s pale hand swirled up through the milk-bath
water so that he could remove the large moonstone ring from his index
finger. He dropped it into a silver basin and stared into its misty
depths. “The problem is the nature of darkness and shadow. Shadow,
itself, cannot be seen until a light is cast upon dark places. It is not
as simple a thing as taming a river, or damming it so that the land
beyond bears no resemblance to what it was prior. A shadow is impossible
“But, my King, we cleansed Dol Guldur and freed these lands.”
we did,” Thranduil finished strangling his sun-bright hair and pulled
it forward, over his chest and out of the water, “along with Lorien. The
challenge being that most of our foes, by their nature, lacked the
valor and loyalty to fight a cause through to its bitter end.” That gave
him pause to remember his people did not lack that trait. Losing so
many was so painful that, momentarily, he couldn’t function. Then his
mind resurfaced from those horrors in the hopes of preventing another.
He blinked at the moonstone his wife had given him, “As a result, I
suspect, we moved some of that taint around. There are still dangers in
these woods to fear. Our patrols are still needed.”
“That… is true. They don’t lack for work.”
“What was she doing?”
girl simply woke, checked her troop, walked the halls until she found
the throne-room, and then returned.” Eithahawn told his Lord. “She
seemed curious about the throne, but no more.”
He came up the
steps from the tub and down the other side, at the birch dressing table
he wrapped in a long silvery-blue robe. He picked up his wet hair and
tossed it over his back. “And that is all?”
“She did stop to watch
you, I’m told.” Eithahawn tried not to frown. He frowned altogether too
much, in his own opinion. “You were not asleep at such an hour.”
“No,” said the Elfking’s reflection in the glass. “I… wonder if peace is suited to my nature.”
have been so long without it, how would one know?” Eithahawn pondered
only to find his King’s reflection staring at him with such a strange
look – thwarted resolve best described it. Eithahawn had a sudden
dropping feeling. His words had not been meant as a criticism of A
Certain King’s vocation, but as a commentary on the wider world. He
stared at the floor in mute horror. There were no words to say that
could clear away the taint of that thought.
“She went to the
throne-room.” Thranduil lifted a white comb through his mane of
silvery-blond hair. It passed through smoothly. He didn’t let anyone
assist him anymore. It was so strange. He couldn’t tolerate a nearness
anymore. His own son could scarcely touch him. Eithahawn had never seen
anything like it in an elf. But the Elfking finished and set down the
comb. “I think I may understand.”
“She hid from you. She watched
you. What if she means you harm, my Lord?” Eithahawn’s core crumbled
away to the anxiety of losing a leader who’d fairly raised him, and whom
he loved and admired. “What if that is why she is here, and is part
rather than a symptom of the problem? The assumption we make that the
Rangers are good, instead of powerful or rogue-”
and stalked in his direction, soundless on his bare feet in the
bathhouse. “She gives you no reason to fear yet.”
his head down in submission to this point. Firstly, it was right,
secondly, it would be impossible for him to explain that he very much
wanted to protect his kingdom’s protector, and, due to the horrors of
battle, the only father he’d ever known. He imagined the emotion playing
over his face would be alarming so he hid it.
before him, a silvery candle-flame, and then said, “You fear this change
in the North and what it might mean for our people.”
Kingdom’s seneschal mastered himself and nodded. “I want peace, my Lord.
Not battles. Not threats. Not shadows in the North.”
“That is not our world.” The King said.
looked up. His King’s voice had drawn far away. He was gone to the
other end of the cavern to rinse himself from the milk-bath, and dress.
left the Kingdom’s-seneschal with the quelling realization that there
was nothing he could do for his Elvenking. But serve the kingdom.
He was no swordsman.
clothes were on the narrow trunk at the foot of her bed. Her boots as
well, when she woke. The major difference being that they were all clean
when she pulled them on again. Everything, and the holes were sewn shut
with such skill there was scarcely a sign any injury had been done to
them. Her weapons were all strangely bright and had seen the whet stone
too. She didn’t even mind strangers had touched everything.
They could have traded in these skills much to the improvement, she
thought, of their fortune, but of course, she looked around her, they
already seemed rather well-to-do. There wasn’t an easy place to change
in these rooms, but it was managed through Lusis standing behind Redd’s
back. He was a colossus, and better armed than a wardrobe door.
guess you live a few centuries and the whole prospect of being in your
altogether is much less of a... thing. Less daunting, I suppose.” Redd
cleared his throat and glanced around the empty hall before him. “No one
“Good,” Lusis noted. She was having a bit of a struggle
with the harness-like undergarments the elves had given her for her
upper body. It was comfortable and just hard enough to be protective.
Inventive creatures. “I wonder if that’s true, that nudity thing. Or if
it’s just seen as a natural state among these people. They are all sort
of… pretty.” She actually admired how clean they were.
“But cold.” Aric called from further down the hall, waiting to pass to the greater room.
but they don’t seem to be any less moral than a human, at least not at
first glance. With that temper, this Elfking is far from perfect, and
that’s sort of reassuring considering all of Redd’s stories about them.
But they do appear to be less mortified by certain things – this may be
one of those things.” Lusis shrugged on her shirt and fastened the ties
for her pants. Envious of the elves for their lack of shame.
She came out from behind Redd, strapping on her sword.
only easily recognizable when you’re armed,” Aric told her when she
stepped into the hall. His head jerked up in her direction. “What
happened to your hair?”
“I washed it.” She said flatly. “Or someone did.” A Ranger’s life was full of glamourie.
Redd, who knew her aversion to other people’s hands, grinned. “Oh, you have to be excited.”
Lusis turned around about ready for a wilting curse, but she stopped short.
is morning and there you are, right as the weather,” said the
dark-haired elf who, she swore, had appeared at the end of the hall
between glances. She’d drawn a knife at him out of pure surprise, but he
remained pleasant, “Ah, hello to you too, small blade. You look fierce
today. And clean.”
She put it away, blushing. “This wouldn’t happen if you stamped your feet.”
said, “I was.” There was a sure glint of amusement in his features,
though. This was the same guard from patrol the day before, and he
opened his hands now. “Let’s get reacquainted, shall we? I am Dorondir
Caduion and I am a patrol Captain. You are Lusis, yes? Do you have
another name? One never knows with humans.”
She stepped toward him and wasn’t sure if she could clasp his hand like a
decent person. He might think her too familiar, or maybe unclean – but
he solved the debate by reaching out both his pale hands so that when
she linked hers into his, he could pat the tidy knot they made. She
began to think you got to be Captain on patrol by knowing enough about
other races of beings to greet them kindly, and not cause them to think
you meant them undue harm.
“I know that name,” he released her hand. “They are the couriers of the North, yes? Buckmasters? Or that is how we know them.”
nodded in assent. “That would be the family. They carry messages.
Packages. Bring resupply across the North. Ferry the lost and the
wounded. They’ve done it for a long time now.”
“Yes,” he said lightly, “I was a boy, as I recall.”
Considering ‘a boy’ summed up close to two and a half centuries of history, that was intimidating.
“And the rest? These men of yours?” Dorondir’s gestured hand was so graceful, it seemed to be in praise of her Ranger brood.
of the family. Traditionally speaking.” She turned and indicated Redd.
“Redd is from the Ayesir family. You may know them because they guard
the Northern Hoard.”
“He is a librarian,” he said approvingly.
“Yes, the Buckmasters would have worked with them closely, I agree,
ferrying all those tomes out of war-torn regions and back again. They
live in the mountain.”
“Underground,” he agreed. “But a bit deeper
than this, and with locked vaults of books.” He smiled as he remembered
it. “It’s a bit difficult to find, but we like it that way.” When he
clasped Dorondir’s hand, he had to reach down. The elf’s hand vanished,
“And you appear to be part bear.” Dorondir spoke in an approachable manner.
should see his mother,” Aric cracked, which got him a dark look from
everyone but Icar. Icar regularly found his brother’s antics ridiculous.
“These are the Awnson brothers, Icar is the quiet one, and Aric is the one who’s wanting for a cuff in the side of the head.”
“That he does.” Redd grumbled and pointed at Aric’s smirking grin.
brows went up, “And the final man is Steed Roanhead. His family works
with horses, as you can imagine.” She glanced at Steed’s blue eyes. He
was truly one of the Dunedain.
“Used to be big enough to do trade with the Rohirrim. Well… some while ago.”
aren’t unlike the horse lords in presentation. We have hosted the
Riddermark before,” Dorondir confirmed and then gave a small bow. He
indicated they should follow him as he headed down the stairs from where
they’d slept, “And this is Elfking’s great Greenwood, or Mirkwood, as
most humans call this place. Though it’s not nearly as dark, of late.
The forests are still quite thick and remote, which means there is a
natural inclination to unforeseen dangers. Move through the wild
carefully. We lay in supplies in woodland stands and cover what we can
in patrol, but our lands have increased of late, and there are many ways
unfrequented by our kind.”
“I need to speak to the king. I have
no intention of travelling further into your land.” Lusis told him and
tried not to gawp at the incredible engravings of music along the walls.
“So you do,” he agreed, “but it doesn’t seem to come to you naturally.”
She frowned, “Then I should apologize to him before I try again. But I must find a way.”
am instructed to get a meal in front of you,” he actually smiled, which
was very lovely. “Nothing as fearsome as delivering you to the king for
“Is he fearsome?” Redd asked the elf, curiously.
Elfking of Mirkwood is formidable,” the elf confirmed. He paused on the
steps and turned to face Lusis. “But you are guests of the Elfking.” He
led them into a clearing above which a great stone dome had been
erected. As it was still predawn, the stars stared down at her from the
Lusis marveled at the sheerness of the whole affair.
It looked like a web. In gaping at it, she wasn’t alone. Icar was
already scratching on his book. Aric nearly walked into a Silvan elf
woman with long pale red whorls of hair. She looked as delicate as a
patch of blushing scilla that had climbed through the last of the winter
snow. The elf smiled, softly, in passing.
There were many small
platforms in this clearing, they were thronged with elves in
conversation arrayed around the many benches or curled on furs laid on
hillocks of green.
Dorondir led them over a small footbridge under
which a brook bubbled. They passed through an overarching shadow and
down stairs to a true marvel. This final platform was cut into a
cliff-face. A natural depression in the land – something of a discrete
valley – sat in the middle of the Elfking’s cavern home. It was
difficult to see until the light rose some, but the valley was closed in
on all sides by the citadel. It otherwise seemed wild. The brook fell
down into it leaving a fine spray in air. This platform was likewise
covered in a web of glass and sealed by panels of the same. They passed
down into its confines and found a long glossy table awaited them. It
flickered in the light of huge fireplaces along the graven mountain
It was a bit fine for a collection of Rangers. They slunk
into it as if they might conceivably be doing something wrong. Lusis
narrowed her eyes at Aric, seeing as he was ogling the silver laid out
on the white table.
They all settled down to a meal there.
“I’d have preferred the room with the pretty elf girls.” Aric muttered when Dorondir withdrew to the door.
“Which is why they wouldn’t have preferred it,” Steed snorted in reply. “I’m sure.”
“These buildings are lovely,” Icar’s voice was wistful. “They’re ideally constructed to keep one man away from another.”
are that one man is their King. He doesn’t seem warm. Never did in the
books either, but he is competent, I think.” Redd’s eyes widened over
his goblet. “Ooh, try the drink here, Aric. That’ll be something that
meets your approval!”
“Bacon,” Steed said minutes later. He heaved
a mighty sigh. He’d finished a steaming plate of nut-butter rolls,
several apple pastries, a plate of chopped fruit, and a large and
delectable salad. “I like mushrooms as much as the next man-”
is to say, not much.” Icar shook his head. He had stuck to the fruit
and fat slices of several types of bread with butter and preserves.
“-but if they trotted in a pig, I’d clean it up and cook it for them.”
Redd chuckled, but made no complaint about his meal.
might turn a few heads,” Eithahawn said in a diplomatic tone. The
firelight glanced off his golden hair and cast a soft glow on the warm
stone walls of this place. “I am sorry. You will not often find the meat
of beasts in these halls.”
Lusis rose and bowed. “There isn’t any
need to apologize. We’ve imposed on you, and brought you nothing but
unanswered questions in return for your hospitality.”
“Ah, but you
have the information. It’s a matter of getting that intelligence before
the Elfking.” He gestured at the bench and Lusis nodded her assent that
he join them. He settled down across from her and folded his well-kept
hands together. “May I call you Lusis?”
“Most people do,” she grinned, but then her manners caught up with her. “I’d be honoured to be known by my first name here.”
call me Eithahawn. I’m the Kingdom’s seneschal – it means I can act in
the name of the Elfking in simple matters of administration within the
“Big job,” Redd blinked across at the blond elf.
am trained to it.” The elf said simply, “It is a rather large job, I
would think, to patrol the Northern mountains. What remnants we have of
the darkness that choked this land, I have heard much of it fled into
those places and can yet be found there. Generations will not remove it.
Apart from the fact the men of Angmar have not changed their ways.”
our peoples know something about holding the line against that ilk.”
She told Eithahawn. It confused her that he seemed somewhat surprised by
this admission. She considered this and said, “Once an Elfking from
these parts fed my… my mother’s family. It was after the Last Dragon
fell, so a long time back, but it’s never been forgotten by her people.”
Now Eithahawn’s expression brightened, which was daunting. He’d been dazzling enough to begin with. “Ah. Thranduil.”
name, I know,” Redd nodded and tapped a meaty fingertip on the
smoothness of the table. “The Hoard, that’s a repository of human and
elvish books in the Misty Mountains, it makes mention of him and his
father, an elf named Oropher – the ‘tall beech tree’ who died in the
Second Age in the Battle of Dagorlad. There was some difference between
him and this other powerful elf, Gil-galad.”
This made Eithahawn
break courtly form when he uttered a soft, short laugh and repeated,
“There was some difference between him and Gil-galad.” The elf
immediately looked down at the shining table and his dark-golden brows
rose up, “Dear me.”
“Am I wrong?” Redd’s own brows drew down as if daring the elf to dispute him.
glanced up, “You are not. The Noldor and Sindar,” and he made an
open-palmed gesture that ended in a quick circle of his hand in air. And
whatever that meant was likely obvious to another elf. “It is… good
that you know some of the histories. Surprising. But, I think, a good
thing. I would hope,” and he glanced at Lusis here, “that it would teach
you to trust in us somewhat. While our methods are limited, and we,
ourselves, merely imperfect creatures, we have long sided with good.”
Lusis popped that particular soap-bubble. “Sauron was an elf, they say.”
seneschal looked horrified. “Maiar. Whatever he became, he was Maiar.
And that is a very different magnitude. It took the strength of many,
many brave men and elves to defeat him for that reason.” He thought a
second and then amended, “Too many.”
This didn’t move Lusis. “Anyone know what a Maiar is?”
was pale. He looked like he couldn’t imagine how he was still
breathing. He’d missed the question, “Did… did the Elfking know when he
marched on Dol Guldur what this thing was?”
“Oh yes.” Eithahawn’s
chin rose. “But he is as brave and just in the end as he is,” the elf
crumpled a little, “difficult and demanding.” Now a rather friendly
smile crossed his face, reserved, it seemed, for Redd. “You have read
about him then? You know of what I speak?” He seemed to be looking for
some form of confirmation, some fellowship between them.
But Redd shook his head clear, twice. “That Elfking? That one?”
“Is Thranduil. Son of Oropher,” Eithahawn looked charmingly confused, “But you knew so, yes?”
Redd chewed air for a moment. A look passed among the Rangers that very-much excluded their part-Sinda host.
“Bit of a temper,” Redd said under his breath, “that one.”
lights seemed to come up in the room – Eithahawn’s smile widened until
they could see his lovely white teeth. He nodded softly. Understanding.
put her head into her hands and pushed back her hair. “I think it best
we beg some horses from you and ride on to Lorien. I’m eager to help. I
want to help,” she told the golden elf, “but it hasn’t proven as simple a
thing as telling someone else about it, no matter the pressure they
apply. Force won’t help.” She knew that.
“Ride on to Lorien
alone?” Eithahawn held up a waylaying hand. “Firstly, it is further than
you are imagining, and more difficult to traverse than you hope. Lorien
isn’t like the Mirkwood seat, Lusis, none but elves may enter those
woods. You would be turned away. With force if necessary. And while it
is true that negotiations have been opened between Lorien and Mirkwood,
it is still not a place that Mirkwood Silvan can travel lightly. Or at
all. And certainly not our king. The King of Lorien may be a Sinda, but
they do not agree.”
“Maybe because your Elfking isn’t agreeable.” Aric snorted.
expression shifted from genial to suddenly sharp. “If he were
disagreeable, friend Ranger, you would be floating down the Forest River
full of arrows. We keep to our own in these woods, it is true, and do
not involve ourselves in wider matters, but it has been with good
reason. Holding a line, as you say. Yet we have good relations with the
humans around us and we let others pass our lands. It is a more
localized, and very different kind of diplomacy than a place like
Rivendell would practice, hidden from the world in its own way, by being
secreted in mountain passes, but our involvement is just as real.
Kindly do not disparage my King. Certainly not in the company of the
people he guides and safeguards.” Sparks fairly flew off his words.
apologizes,” Icar thumped his brother in the leg under the table. “He
apologizes, sir elf, and he thanks you for the food, and shelter, and
safety you’ve extended to us.”
Lusis, meanwhile, was seeing no signs of weapons on the seneschal.
exhaled and steadied himself. “Peace, Icar Awnson.” He’d clearly been
briefed by Dorondir, but that was little surprise of a man vetted to act
for the King. The seneschal shut his eyes, his head bowed. “I too would
speak for my warrior brother, before he was lost taking Dol Guldur. We
are not dissimilar. But I must warn you… here the elves are loyal, we
are dedicated and grateful for the guidance of our Elfking. We know
him.” He made that ineffable hand gesture in air again, but this time
thoughtlessly. He hadn’t words for what he was trying to say.
noticed this, but her thoughts were interrupted when Steed reached over
Icar and gave Aric a clout in the back of the head.
shushes that were the only signs of elven foot-traffic outside the
balcony paused with the sound of the blow, but Eithahawn witnessed this
act with some amusement and he, somehow, shifted his weight to curl his
legs under him with very little movement. Graceful, these elves. “But
there may be another reason not to depart, Lusis. The darkness gathering
has been growing more pronounced of late. It troubles the Elvenking
greatly. Time would be lost, and… I suspect you could ride to Rivendell,
ride to Lorien, ride even to the Undying Lands if you could. The
problem will not abate. You cannot speak of it.”
She stopped picking at a pillowy-soft roll and stared at the elf. “What do you know about this?”
should be told what came to pass after your incident so that you may be
fully aware of why we’ve maintained you.” Eithahawn’s hands clasped
together and his expression became soft. “Your collapse left you
airless, and so we elves had to force air into your lungs – it is a
method of ours.” He paused. His expression stilled. His eyes suddenly
Light passed through the room.
swept out of the net of officials in his attendance. His long crimson
coat fanned around him against the tableau of forest beyond. Stars
winked out behind him as he went, now that day was coming. He came to
drop into the high-backed chair at the head of their table. This put him
in Lusis’ arm’s reach, just on her right. No one spoke.
In fact, Redd seemed to be staring at the tall elf’s wood crown, holding his breath.
Elvenking’s graceful hand gestured the other elves away, and they
retreated to line at the far end of the balcony. Lusis felt for them. If
they could not speak to the King they needed, they were to go to the
Kingdom’s seneschal… also at breakfast.
The Elfking eased forward
in his seat and the firelight passed across his face and hair in a great
wash of radiance that made his ice-blue eyes look like water. Again,
his motions were so alien when compared to his own kind. Maybe it was
his great age. But this close, she could smell trees and embers. “There
is a ring upon you. The shadow of a rope on your neck, as witnessed when
you were revived-”
“Revived?” She blinked rapidly and realized she’d interrupted the Elfking.
your new master, whomever that may be, pulls it tight when you try to
speak of what you’ve witnessed, or matters of equal importance, like how
you evaded this dark force.”
Lusis stood up and clapped a hand to
her throat, “There’s no such noose!” But at the same time she said it,
she very much sensed it was true.
She just couldn’t stand containment. Tight spaces gave her issues.
head rose slowly and he told her, “The affliction is not a matter of
this world. Whatever you saw, you have been muzzled. The enigma here,
Lusis, is why you were not simply killed.” For a long and airless moment
he leaned onto the high back of the chair and stared into her eyes,
openly. It was like having a watchtower fire in direct line of vision.
The light in the room was dimmed by him. She could see sunlight inside
his chest that radiated up- and outward through his veins and his skin,
lighting up his hair.
She sank down to her seat again, and rubbed
her eyes with the heels of her hands. The man wasn’t glowing. That was
She looked up and discovered that he’d sunk to
repose against wood carvings of trees decorating the chair back. His
proud head turned in her direction, lost in silent consideration of her.
To her eyes, he still appeared to be candlelit from the inside.
as suddenly, he pushed back from the table, rose, and headed in the
direction of his now chattering officials. He pivoted slowly at the
stair and spoke to Eithahawn, who, himself, had risen to his feet. The
Elfking’s voice thrummed in elvish, exquisite, and the Kingdom’s
seneschal inclined his head and made some small acquiescence aloud.
The Elfking went up the stairs amid the buzz of his people.
not be alarmed,” Eithahawn’s hair slithered across silk and pooled down
the front of his shoulder in buckling waves, “his agenda is eventful.
He told me that he wanted to make time for you this morning. I suspect
Several bells began to ring at once. Across the great
divot in the land, birds shot up from the trees. Lusis had her sword out
in an instant and tossed her body across the table to the bench beside
Eithahawn. She stepped in front of him and faced the only direction –
barring above – that was feasible for attack. Then she was off her feet.
set her down on the floor. She and her men wound up running along with
dozens of elves. Guards encountered them as they reached the main hall,
and they caught hold of Eithahawn. They pulled him to a fork that took
him right, though he protested.
Lusis pushed into them, bundled her hand in a mix of Eithahawn’s long waving hair, and his silken coat. “Excuse me!”
An elf closed his hand over her elbow so quickly it was difficult to see.
her!” Dorondir emerged, dark hair saturated wet against his hastily
clad shoulders, and throat of his shirt unbound. He hurried to the
Ranger band and caught Eithahawn’s elbow. “Where would you go?”
“I follow the King,” he said to the guard, and the seneschal’s hand sightlessly found its way around Lusis’ forearm.
was all that was needed for them to resume their headlong rush amid the
bells. Lusis kept close to the Kingdom’s seneschal. She only left him
when she recognized that they were in the gatehouse of the massive elven
Halls through which she’d been brought. She leapt over an elf that
crouched to lift up a crying human child in the queue of petitioners.
She crashed down onto a seemingly discarded dwarven shield on the other
side and it straightened suddenly, an action that vaulted her high in
air. She saw one of the fine, filigree light fixtures that dangled on a
silver chain closer than she’d ever thought she might, and then landed
in front of many of the guard that had gone before her. Her boots barely
kept purchase on the marble and she went soaring for the steps.
thing to do there was to fold up her legs and allow the motion to take
its course. She sailed over the stairs and smacked into elegant wood
hoardings at the wall-walk. It hurt and knocked out some of her wind,
but moments like these were why she had plate metal sewn into her
leather. Now she sought out Redd’s legendary Elfking. Her eyes found the
closing gates. She didn’t see him in the pre-dawn gloaming until he
hiked himself off the wall-walk and over the rampart. He dropped to the
shallow edge of the river below. Elves followed.
“Do you see him?” Aric shouted from just below her vantage. It was reflex to protect a King.
They were Rangers.
“Gate’s closed, we can’t easily get up there.” Icar called out afterward.
pointed her blade at the monstrous man who strode through the clot of
petitioners with Steed and several elf guards. “Redd, get them up!” Redd
reacted by snatching Steed up and practically tossing him at the wall
walk. Somehow, Steed seemed unsurprised by this action. Not so for the
utterly amazed elf guard who caught him.
Lusis wasn’t aware of
this. She’d gotten up to leap from rampart to rampart, and then throw
herself out in air after the Elfking. Hitting the shallow end of the
river rattled her teeth. She was the only human out in the ice-cold
current. Elves encircled the Elfking, and he stood with a terrific sword
in hand. It was beautiful – worthy of him.
The rising light at
the bend in the river… that was not dawn. The Elfking shouldn’t be out
here to greet it, she bet. Lusis sloshed through the spring run-off with
her teeth gritted, and made her way to where the elves stood stock
still, their eyes fixed on the river. She only just reached the Elfking
when the first detritus flowed down, all manner of ropes, wooden
fragments, and many barrels among the general wreckage. And then the
first of the bodies.
The Elvenking reached a pale hand and started
forward. This was a bad plan. Lusis surged through the water, “No, let
me, Elvenking.” She barked. She waded out into ice-cold, chest deep
water, and caught a floating body with her fist. The spring-melt swelled
this river, and its current was strong, and she was pulled along, her
feet struggling for purchase until her heel hit a submerged branch. Then
she heaved her muscle into it and pulled the dead man from the current.
Teeth gritted in the growing light, she walked back toward the elves.
nearest elf guard caught hold of her. His steely grip pulled her until
he could lay hands on the body. They turned it over. Pitifully, it was a
young man – just more than a boy. Lusis glanced over his injuries –
empty eye-sockets, but no other sign of distress.
through the current for the next man. His injuries were similar. Such a
horror those blank sockets. The next three were the same. She raised up
her hand from touching one of the bodies and noticed a soft green tinge.
“The bodies are…” she raised her voice, “Take the Elfking to shore! There is poison in the river!”
Steed shouted from the wall. He had an arrow with elven rope tied to
it. It shot past her, lodged in the dead man, and pulled him to shore.
raised her hands before her, suddenly queasy, suddenly infuriated at
the repugnant thought of the water being despoiled. She turned around to
look up at dawn slowly cresting elven ramparts, the great blue-stone
gates sealed closed, and the guard lined along it. For all their
self-sequestration, havoc coursed through the veins of the land down to
this peaceful place.
She balled up fists and smacked them against the water around her ribs.
Who dared? She looked into the darkening current.
took a step and almost ploughed into the Elfking in all his soaking
fineries. He sheathed his sword and took her faintly green hands for
inspection. It was, indeed, a poison.
“Listen to me, my Lord, you shouldn’t be in this water.” she began. He released her.
stared into the water and bowed his head in concentration. But she’d
expected him to be persistent in nature. He was a King, after all.
Lusis ducked her head, “Elfking, please listen-”
His hands spread in the water, and his deep voice murmured in elvish.
radiance she’d seen – like that of a candle inside him – increased
itself. It spread across his chest and limbs, climbed up into his
throat, bubbled into the back of his mouth, and shone out of his lips
and eyes. His hair floated, lit up a white-gold, but wherever it still
touched the river she saw that the light didn’t merely reflect, it also
spread out from him, through the water. His words had been soft, but
they’d grown as inexorable as wave-after-wave against shore – tides that
were as endless as the elves themselves. Then a turning point where the
glow flowered out around him like an opening bud. Light encircled him
and then rushed through the river in both directions. Exhausted in this
And it was blinding. Lusis blinked in the sudden darkness,
and clutched the Elfking’s hand for balance. When she realized what
she’d done, she quickly released him and backed away. The river slapped
against her shoulders when she stopped. But she still stared at the tall
Though she couldn’t see his expression, the Elfking remained still as an effigy.
throaty roar at her left captured her attention. Her dazzled eyes saw
the first of the barges, engulfed in gusts of flame. She scarcely
registered what it was before it leapt an outcropping, shoved along by
what came behind it, and thrown aloft by the melt.
Lusis remembered yelling, “Go!”
He was quick enough to evade the missile this barge had become.
dove down into the river. The light of flames above her only guide in
this current-torn world of silt and darkness. She kicked and sank down
into the deep, feeling branches snag her, suffering impacts with the
bottom, with rocks she couldn’t see, and the ever-present current
hurling her along. She surfaced for a breath of air and had no idea
where she was. A tremendous crack sounded behind her. The crunch of wood
on stone, and the shouting of elves.
And Lusis went under a second time.
There was a third.
she caught hold of the snake-like roots of a colossal beech tree. She
sank her fingers into the spaces, and hung on against the whip of
current turning her body around. Slowly, at first, she dragged her body
upward. Her head cleared the water and she lay panting. Gasping. It was
hard to catch her breath in such numbing cold.
“Aiya, Lusis Buckmaster!” velvety voices cried out along the river.
couldn’t find her voice to shout back. It took minutes, until they were
almost past her, for her to suck enough air to bellow. “Here!”
was no sound of crashing through bushes or undergrowth, the green bank
around her was suddenly studded with Silvan elves. Dorondir, shirt still
undone at the throat, caught a branch and leaned out over her. He
pulled her out of the water.
She scrambled up to her feet, numb with cold and looked at them.
she turned and raced on heavy, chill legs, back in the direction of the
gates. What had she heard? Were the elves there safe? Were the
Dorondir caught her about the waist and threw himself
up into the nearby trees. They climbed upward until they were within
reach of the wall.
He tossed them both at the blue
stone ramparts above. A golden-haired elf in green swung out from them
and scooped both Dorondir and Lusis to the wall-walk. Elves hurried in
She could see that the barge had collided with the
gates of this place, and fire streamed up toward the trees that bordered
the Halls of this kingdom.
Thranduil stood atop the ramparts in
the firelight. He seemed consumed by sun now. His hands rose. The river
roared up along wreckage like a living thing. Like a pair of watery
hands feeling for heat. This repeated until both the fires quenched.
The Elfking’s head tipped back in relief. No fires in his forest. No deaths in his Halls today.
white-hot crucible inside of the Elfking banked abruptly – from star to
candle flame – and Lusis, panting and wretched as she was, felt a great
surge of loss sting her throat. Lost in this curious world, she missed
the inquiries from the elves that flocked to her, trying to judge her
Steed reached her. She stepped around him.
Elfking tipped from the rampart. He fell in a long graceful arch, and it
was his seneschals who caught him, Eithahawn, she saw, chief among
They’d been delivered.
He’d saved the river. That meant the groundwater hereabouts too.
That meant the trees, and everything that relied on the water in the area.
Sound rushed in right behind relief.
“Lusis, you’re bleeding.” Steed turned her head by the chin.
“Give her here!” Redd bellowed from below.
turned on her stiff, numb legs and dropped herself over the side of the
wall into Redd’s waiting catch. He, in turn, spun in place and hurried
back to the first bailey. “Hurry up, you lot! Open the passageway! She’s
been in the river, she’s cold as ice and bleeding.”
But as numb
and cold as Lusis felt, she knew the Elfking had just spent himself
defending his Kingdom. She would have to wait behind his wellbeing.
light of the Elfking was reported travelling the length of the river
from Long Lake to the Grey Mountains. Its faint evanescence passed down
the Anduin until the Old Forest Road, utterly spent by the time it
reached the forlorn span of Gladden Fields. It bounced off the Grey
Mountains so that its echo rolled to a stop at the gates of the
Elvenking’s Halls again at midday. The Mirkwood elves paused in cutting
away the wrecked barges and floating them down the river to watch the
Lusis was aware that the Elfking was still recovering
from the expenditure of what she figured she could call ‘his magic’,
though it seemed to be more of a raw force from within his very spirit.
The King was still in his rooms at noon, which, apparently, was simply
unheard of. All around her aching form, officials milled in throngs,
conversing in low tones, and the work of the government was down to
Eithahawn, the series of other seneschals, or it went undone.
the disruption in the citadel, it wasn’t difficult for Lusis to slip
out of the sick rooms and wander. She stretched to loosen her stiffening
body. Elves were fine healers, she felt. She’d have been in worse shape
if that hadn’t been the case. Eventually, she went outside into the
overcast day. The barge pieces were being ferried or carried downstream
to an encampment where they were laid out as if the elves might rebuild
the boats. But no effort was made to do, so at least not while she
watched. And, eventually, put her back into assistance. Though
“You should be resting,” Icar told her. He and the
other Rangers had come to support this effort, though, admittedly, they
hardly seemed to understand what was taking place. They’d have as soon
chopped the remnants up for firewood and sold the rest as salvage. And
maybe that would be the ultimate fate of these boats. But this hadn’t
come to pass yet.
The bodies had been rescued from the river as
well, and she was aware they’d been brought somewhere inside the Halls.
She’d heard they were down deeper in chill rooms for preservation. She
hoped they awaited identification and return to their loved ones –
surely elves understood that. She didn’t like to think of the families
down-river waiting for these boats to bump against the docks.
Instead, they got the ghost lights of the Elfking’s will along their river by dawn. It was an omen.
took three days for Lusis to recover fully. This was a testament to the
great power of the elf women who bundled around her bed several times a
day to heal her. She was on her feet the second morning, if stiff, and
urged to walk the stiffness out of her muscles. This is when she saw how
busy Eithahawn was, learned how Dorondir and his like were on constant
patrol in the woods, and witnessed the removal of the barges. Her own
Ranger confederates had put their backs into the effort. They’d been
grave when they’d seen the bodies wrapped in elven fabrics, carried by
on ladder-like planks, in solemn procession down into the deeper stores.
The elves had sung a threnody for them that she’d heard from her bed.
Especially for the boy.
There were some, but not a lot of children here.
small children appeared on her bed on the second morning, full of
chatter, and terrible at anything but elvish. A little curly-haired girl
with huge pale eyes, and the sweetest little face. Her voice peeped.
Lusis had hugged her, which seemed agreeable, and then praised her
altogether too comprehensive drawing skills – odd for a little one,
though perhaps not for an elf child. The two boys were much more active,
climbing on things, or tussling on the end of her bed like velvety
The healer women had been horrified and carried them away for, Lusis thought, a scolding.
the second day, she felt well enough to join her Rangers at the
‘reconstruction’ site. She was astonished at how complete the barges
looked as they were being laid out. There she met a master-builder named
Amondir. He was tall, lean, and handsome with hair the colour of cooked
sugar. His eyes were a crisp blue, and he quickly assessed her and
assigned her work. She was to move the smaller pieces to place in the
puzzle-work of the larger wreckage. If he was able to figure out which
ship belonged to which piece, then the piece had a small slip of paper
she affixed with a drop of beeswax, and marked with elven numbers.
was also the first day she ate meat among the elves. There was this
delicious fish stew, thick with vegetables, doled out of vessels onto
toasty, dense flatbreads that steamed in the predawn air. She ate three.
Steed and Aric looked like they’d died and gone to the Clouds to live.
At lunch they had a simple, but delicious hot meal with hunks of a
different type of fish smothered in cheese. They washed it all down with
fresh water and some stripe of thick ale.
The elves were very
efficient workers. They were so coordinated in their motions, used to
each other’s manner of work. At lunch they grouped up and talked about
the ‘reconstruction’. They especially walked along sections where Lusis,
and the crew of nimble elves she worked with, reconstituted the most
After lunch, Icar was moved into the crew to help with this. He had an eye for detail.
was a long day’s work. She started at daylight, and worked away under
lamps until she lay down beside a particularly tricky piece, and woke up
in her bed.
On the third day, she had no more bruises. Her cuts
had healed. Her body felt stiff, but hale. She felt ready for the
tough-stuff. But she was set to work on the small pieces rather than the
heavy work most of her men were doing.
The master-builder in
charge, Amondir, told her, “You have a sense for it, friend. Great
advances came yesterday as you and your Ranger-friend, Icar, worked with
our crew. Your perspectives on human ship-building are a welcome boon.”
particularly liked Redd for the heavy work. Something in elf
constitution – maybe because they chiefly ate only plants supplemented,
as far as she could see, with some fish-meat – kept them from getting
truly burly with muscle. No such limitation on towering Redd. He and
Steed, who was used to handling massive horses, were rested and watered
most often, along with the largest elves, for they were called on to
move the heaviest bits from place to place.
Lusis went where she was needed.
the fourth day, she’d just reached the site when the candle-bright hair
of Eithahawn standing in the gloaming damp of morning, caught her
attention. Beside him, further from her, was the Elfking. They stood in
the site with several of the elves in charge of various parts of the
She went to her fish stew, relieved that she no longer saw
a roaring fire or an oversized candle flame inside his torso whenever
she looked at the King.
It was three more days of work before they were done.
next day dawned. She woke in her bed, very early, to quiet. The spirit
of Mirkwood had settled around her. There was uneasy peace of mind. The
Elfking had left his apartments and walked – more appropriately, stalked
– his Halls again. He was a collection of intensities, Thranduil.
got up, bathed in the brass tub closest her, then dressed and wondered
at the years of her life. Had he haunted the predawn halls this way,
since her first breath? Probably since before. He would long after she
was gone, and that was reassuring to her.
She tailed him,
silently. He was swinging his sword as he went soundlessly through empty
halls. Its white steel flicked like the tail of a cat behind him,
occasionally making a whoosh as he moved the sword around him. It
orbited him. She’d never seen anyone who could join their hands behind
their back, and yet turn a sword so expertly. She tried it clumsily, and
only just kept her sword from hitting the tiles.
turned in place, far before her, looked her straight in the eye, and
waited. When she didn’t move, he raised a cupped hand and simply tipped
his long fingers toward himself a fraction. She’d seen that subtle elf
gesture on the reconstruction site before, and it was ‘Come here’. If an
elf made it with both hands, she’d found that meant you should really
Lusis minced up to him, painfully embarrassed. She bowed. “I apologize. I was up early and-”
voice hummed through that furnace-room chest. “If you want to turn the
sword, to truly understand it as it moves, you must stop persuading
yourself it is a weapon.”
She looked up at him curiously. His imperious face with that wick of truth behind it. “Why?”
weapon is for cutting, hewing, a rigidity for bringing peace through
harm and death,” his nearly immobile face tipped in her direction. His
sword eased between them, a line of silver he held point-down. “A
rigidity of purpose. But it was fluid once – a genius of fire, not
earth. It would have run through your fingertips. It should be fluid in
your thoughts as well.”
Then he handed her the sword.
eyes boggled. She took the thing. Her first thought was that it was
heavy. Very heavy. But he flicked it around like it was made of
dream-stuff. She used a lighter sword, and shorter, to very deadly
effect, in fact. It was a struggle to even lift this one. She clutched
the pommel and got ready to turn it in air. His hand flickered out as
she did so. She could feel the sword go from heavy, to weightless, when
he briefly stalled its motion.
“This sword…” she turned it again,
and felt the muscles in her arm, shoulder, and torso try to get used to
the weight, “… is magnificent. And… weighty.” She offered it back to
He took it. The blade flickered in air behind him and lay
along his long back. He turned with his silver eyes averted, “The sword
is light as vapour. It is the crown that is heavy.” He drifted away from
her, but then paused because she wasn’t following him. A simple look in
her direction fixed that.
With elves, she’d come to know, a lot
was said without words. The elusive language of their moving bodies was
so intricate that she thought it befitted an undying race. To the human
eye their faces betrayed little. Only being among them for a time taught
her to really mind them. This inarticulation got worse with age. His
was worst of all. She could not escape the unsettling sensation that he
wore a waxen mask throughout daily life. The words and conversations
were elsewhere. Physical. And in looks.
She followed his broad
shoulders upward until they reached a place very near the surface. There
she passed through archways into broad rooms – what looked like a
sitting room with a roaring fire in the center. There were thick pile
rugs with scrupulous renderings of spring trees and new leaves on the
floors. Long white wood benches padded with down cushions and swathed in
furs. She slowed to look at the dome of ceiling.
The lights were
suspended from silver chains, lamps mounted on the massive white bones
of some beast, though she didn’t know what it might once have been. The
glass in the lights was comprised of many hues that mixed into a very
natural light, like daylight.
At the side of the room, large
windows let out onto plum trees and an eddy-pool of river. She could see
the constant slow churn of leaves and blooms in the water. Just below
the sheer glass there was a long row of wood cabinetry with tiny
drawers, like one would see at a high-end apothecary. He went to one and
folded down in one glib motion. And he took something from inside
before gliding back to her.
“I received this,” he said quietly,
“from a friend. It has not the power to deliver you. As you see, it’s a
small and uncontrived thing, like its maker, but there is much virtue
and gentleness in it. Even now, it retains benevolence in every part.”
As he spoke, he also fed a silvery necklace out of his palm. It came
through his fingers, silver span by span, flawless pearl by pearl.
Lusis’ eyes enlarged. The King’s voice slowed to a lulling cadence.
“Against things that seek to wrench away your power, that sue to
suffocate your voice, set this simple chain, cast of a good and worthy
heart, the gift of a ring-bearer’s resolve. May it give you occasion to
breathe freely, to think freely, and be free.”
rotated inside the pearls. The metal seemed blue for a moment. It
slithered into her hand like the down of a bird, lighter than a
The Elfking stared down at her palm. He laid his hand over the necklace there. “Wear it in health, Ranger of the North.”
Lusis backed away from his touch, from the steady burn inside him when he exerted his will.
bowed and lifted the fine thing before her eyes. There was no telling
how old it was or who had given it to him, but she couldn’t contain the
honour of having been presented with it by the King. The door behind her
The Elfking’s expression smoothed to waxen cool. His head turned in that direction. “Enter.”
came in. He carried a long velvet coat with him, embroidered with vines
and birds, deep cherry in colour. The Kingdom’s seneschal saw her in
the room and paused, perfectly motionless, as horses can be motionless,
but deeper, as if even his vessels had been given pause.
Lusis turned and stalked across the room. “Eithahawn, good morning.”
morning, Lusis Buckmaster,” he laid a hand over his chest and stepped
aside for her. She could feel his sea-blue eyes follow her as she minced
away. Those were the King’s rooms then.
She held her hand up as
she walked, and marveled at the necklace. At that moment, walking in the
Halls of the Elvenking, she found the thing inexpressibly lovely. Too
beautiful for her to wear. Except he’d literally told her wear it in
So she put it on. He was a big elf, Thranduil, and this
would have run down the thickness of his chest. The chain was long on
her. It swayed in air far below her breasts, which made her laugh. She
doubled it up and tucked it down into her shirt. Nothing proved the
Elfking wanted the intelligence she carried like this gesture. He’d
thought about how to get it, and his evaluation had come down to the
chain. He needed her to unplug her throat, and Lusis wanted the same.
A chain against a rope?
She’d bet on the chain.
Let it work.
She plumped her memory for the stories Redd had told her. Ring-bearer. She hoped she was wrong about what a ring-bearer was.
her thirteenth round of the guest hall’s open center, Icar jogged to
join her. “There you are! We’re all about to head to the, uh, cavern
where everyone gets breakfast-”
Lusis glanced over him. He was so
scrubbed and proper. His clothes clean and mended. His hair was clipped
into a semblance of decency. It made her smile. “Those rooms are the
Sunrise rooms. The elves gather there when the weather’s bad, so they
can see the dawn come over the Lake of Leaves.”
He looked baffled, “What’s that? And how do you know about it?”
Lake of Leaves is what they call the valley in the middle of the Halls.
It’s full of fruit and nut trees. Edible plants. It’s sort of like a
breadbasket, seeing as most of the bread is made out of nut flour.” She
raised a hand in greeting to Redd and Steed. Aric was already picking at
leafy greens seeing as, for the first time in his life, he’d been
forced into the position of learning to have a preference among them. A
tall healer strolled by, carrying the curl-headed little artist girl
with her and the little girl bubbled at Lusis and reached for her. Lusis
waved back. “And I know it because I asked Eithahawn, the seneschal.”
She was surprised to see Redd talking to Dorondir.
he greeted her with his genial face. It was warmer and more mischievous
than the expression he used when in formal greetings in the field.
She’d discovered that the elf was just friendly.
“Starving,” she nodded in his direction.
heard the kitchens have something for our Ranger guests today.” The
tall elf scanned their faces with his too-pale eyes. They were all so
eager. “It is gratitude for your willing help in the last days and for
Lusis, who threw herself into the river after the King.” He seemed
pleased by this.
She nodded up at him, “He’s bold. Picking up the
bodies is something he should consider delegating in the future. I’ve
seen them set as lures, or traps – full of poison – before.”
inclined his head to her. “The poison has yet to be identified. It is a
good thing that the Elfking’s great admiration for the river allowed
him to counteract it.”
“Oh gods,” Aric cried from the outcropping that was known as the Elfking’s Table. “There are ham steaks down here!”
felt a large grin stretch her face and she nodded to Dorondir before
she raced down the steps to see if it could be true. In fact, all the
Rangers vanished down the stairs to the King’s Table in record time.
Lusis among them. Dorondir’s musical laughter could be heard behind
They got down to denuding the platter of ham. It was close
to forty minutes of silence, apart from the clank of knives and – for
those who used them – forks. And munching.
“I’m not a fan of
indoors, and not of cooking indoors either… but not bad at all!” Redd
laughed and cocked his head at the slab on his plate. “They cooked it in
honey and apples.”
“Brilliant,” Aric said around a mouthful of ham and flatbread, “every last one of them.”
nodded in agreement. Apple was a bit unorthodox, but it was a very tart
and tangy apple, whatever it was. It suited the ham. She licked a
finger. “What’s happening on that reconstruction site?”
“The Elfking will be going out there today,” Icar pulled a face. “I’m supposed to go too.”
“Why?” Lusis cocked her head at him.
know about ships. I mean… I don’t in another sense. Just I’ve drawn so
very many. But they seem to think this is some kind of actual knowledge,
“It is,” Redd reassured the young man. “What an
artist knows about the way things should look, that is a special form of
knowledge. Relax.” He’d read about it in the past.
though…” Icar looked across at his brother, who was chewing on a
hambone. His brother spit it out on the plate and wiped his mouth in his
“What are you worried about?” Aric chuckled at his
brother. “Don’t you think he’s a bit fancy to be giving you nerves? He’s
not going to do you harm, Icar.”
“He is intimidating,” Steed
wiped off in a cloth napkin and was considerably less messy. “Even when
he pitched off the wall after he did that… whatever it was, I guess,
spell on the river, he looked, I’m not sure how to put it, but it is
overwhelming. So. Do I think he could hurt Icar? Fires, he could kill
Icar and Icar would take a few seconds to figure it out.”
Icar sat upright and looked stricken.
“Do I think he would?” Steed’s brows went up. “I think that is extremely unlikely.”
wasn’t even twenty years old, Icar. Lusis wasn’t much older, but she
did feel more experienced than Icar was. She felt for him. He was
positively gifted with a sword, like a painter with a brush, but he was
otherwise a gentle creature. As usual, she felt she had to help him.
be afraid of him, Icar,” Lusis cut into her third ham-steak. She sucked
air and nodded, “When he’s staring at you, he’s listening. Or thinking.
In my experience, he is not trying to threaten you, or, say, burn your
eyeballs out of their sockets – which is how I feel sometimes. Uh, when
his face shows nothing, he’s probably giving you… space to answer him
honestly, rather than say something to please him, or so I’ve noticed.
And watch him closely. He’s got a lot of self-control. These things
other elves do,” she demonstrated a low flat-handed motion in air, which
she now knew meant ‘leave’, “they do by accident sometimes, they do it
without thinking. He doesn’t do things like that unless something
“I have a feeling if he’s angry at you, you’ll know it,”
Redd clapped the younger man on the back. “But maybe you should take
Lusis. She’s had the most time with the Elfking. She can,” he cocked his
head, “read him pretty well. And there is the fact he’s given her a
gift, so she has his favour.”
All eating stopped.
mangled the word, “Gift?” around a hunk of ham. Then spit the hunk out
in case he needed to say anything further. Which he did. “Gift, Lusis?”
Icar glanced. “Brother, she did go in the river to protect him. Maybe he was touched by that?”
Lusis waved the idea away. “It’s a chain that will give me a chance
against the shadow-rope around my neck. It was a gift given to him
once.” She tugged her shirt down and let it slide out from her skin. It
shone against the dark fabric and proceeded to look whitely bright and
“That’s… that’s a fortune in gold and pearls,” Redd told her calmly. “A queen’s ransom.”
bared his teeth, “He gave you that and you just took it? Are you a
fool? What do you suppose he’s going to want in exchange for that kind
of opulence?” Aric threw down the napkin he’d begun to unfold. “Lusis!”
“Nothing?” Lusis’ brows drew down.
Now Aric rubbed the spot between his eyes and sighed heavily. “You hapless… he’s male.”
saw what he was suggesting and sputtered, “It’s unthinkable. I’m not
even his kind, and look at me, Aric. As you’ve pointed out before, I’m a
mess. He’s a living, breathing, daystar.”
He just shook his head, “You really are senseless.”
does not earn a woman like goods, Aric. You don’t work hard, stash away
your pay, and put it against the purchase of a person’s essence.”
Aric pointed at her. “Did you tell him that? I don’t know if he’d agree.”
suspect he already knows,” Lusis snapped, unkindly. “Given his great
age, he probably picked it up along the way. He was married, after all.
Women don’t like being treated like possessions. I doubt he would have
gotten away with that. Elf women tend to stand on equal footing, I’ve
“She’s such a child,” Aric told Steed in an aside.
not a gift between a man and a woman.” Lusis fumed. She could laugh at
the thought, but found she was too furious and made too self-conscious
Aric snorted, “Be sensible! What is he if not first a man?”
King,” said Redd. “So keep your voice down and don’t forget it, Aric.
It’s a dangerous thing to disregard. But I don’t understand how a
necklace is going to help in your situation, Lusis, I admit.” He leaned
forward and stared at the chain. “It’s finely made… elvish construction,
Well, she wasn’t sure about that either. “It’s supposed
to help me talk about what happened in the shadow of the mountain.” But
she hadn’t tried it. She pressed her hand over its warm weight. Nothing
seemed to have changed. But she breathed deeply and tried it from the
top. “I was actually attacked outside of the camp we set. You were
sleeping, but I was restless that night. Something about the land was
bothering me. I felt almost… guided, and so I decided-” She gave a cough
and stopped quickly. Her fingers wrapped the necklace.
“That was better,” Icar noted.
She stood up.
“Still not great.” He rose to catch her by the shoulders.
poured into her face – she could feel it go red. Honestly? It did feel
like a noose. She reversed the grip she’d taken on the necklace and
pulled outward. The pressure let up. Lusis bared her teeth at the table.
She resolved that whoever stood at the other end of this rope was going
Her fit was causing a great deal of distress among the elves.
cool hands travelled over her back. She heard elves calling out above
her. When she managed to sit back, Dorondir pressed a hand to her cheek.
The healer she’d seen just moments before appeared and set her little
girl on a chair. The tiny elf held very still, her pale eyes watching.
okay,” Lusis gasped and laid a hand on the healer’s upper arm. “I’m
okay.” The noose yanked at her. She fought her way through the
discomfort and, abruptly, she could breathe more easily. “I got it. I
got through. I’m okay.” She couldn’t help but grin. The chain worked.
set both hands on her bent back and muttered a few elvish words. Then
he added, “May we find the one responsible for your torment soon, Lusis,
and deliver you from this torture.”
She sank into her seat again,
and glanced around the table. Redd was up with his sword in hand. Steed
had pulled Icar out of the way of the elf healers, and Aric stood,
graven. The most unusual being at the table was the small elf girl whose
face was very serious. She promptly extended her arms to Dorondir and
he picked her up with the unthinking naturalness of a relative. Maybe
that was how the elves treated elf children. She tucked her serious face
against his neck, but her unblinking eyes followed Lusis alone.
The healer came to fetch her from the patrol guard.
the room calmed, they returned to their meal. Dorondir departed for his
several hours of patrol. None of the Rangers felt terribly hungry
anymore, but there was no way they would waste this meat after days of
having none. In the end, they wrapped slices of the ham into bread and
bound them in napkins to take the rest, and, since Rangers weren’t very
good at being inside, they resolved to go to the reconstruction site.
queue to the throne-hall was long as they walked along it for the
outside. Several people were sobbing. Lusis glanced over the humans and
realized, “They’ve come down the river from the human towns.” She
glanced up at the slanting sun on Redd’s craggy features, “Relatives.”
family had arrived.” Redd’s lips compressed into a line. “May they
endure.” His head bowed. Likewise, Lusis lowered her head to them as she
They arrived at the reconstruction site to find it empty.
This meant that it was under careful watch of the elven guards
hereabouts. Lusis had witnessed this studied neglect so often she felt
she could never be fooled by the appearance of elven indifference to a
place or thing again.
“Lonely, this bend in the river.” Icar
swished his sword through air and cut a black fly in two. He was really
good, Icar. Lusis wondered if he’d stopped thinking of the sword as a
weapon, like the Elfking. If so, what did he think it was? She took out
her own shining sword and spun it in her hand. She realized she’d begun
to think of it as an extension of her will.
They’d come here to help Icar, to give him time to sketch.
was also a comfort to her when she felt unsettled. She slid it home and
looked to the North. She didn’t see a single elf nearby. “I want to get
a better look at this stuff.”
They scaled a tree at the top of
the site. Icar got into a comfortable fork and began drawing the barges
from the wreckage site, but as they would have appeared when whole.
Lusis stood behind him, one hand hooked over a limb above her as she
compared his work to the barges below.
Her head tipped to one
side. They were so badly burned, these wrecks, but there was something
odd about the pair of them that she couldn’t quite bring to the surface
of her thoughts. She lifted herself up to higher branches and then
worked her way down, aware, unlike most people, that even small shifts
could cause an artist trouble when drawing, and also aware that a shift
in concentration was just as detrimental. She dropped from the tree and
into a crunch on the ground, one hand down in the grass, and the other
on a knife at her side.
She’d heard something.
It turned out to be the Elfking’s procession who swept into the field light as a breeze.
bother stabbing at us, Ranger,” one of the King’s personal guards
brushed by her. They were fleet, fast, and they didn’t bother trying to
seem genial or move in ways that humans might not find alarming. They
were old. They were hunters. Perfect companions to the King.
Elfking passed the tree, his hair tucked under an ornate silver circlet,
steel-clad, wearing birdwing pauldrons and a long cloak whose shoulders
were sculpted into feather-like embellishment. He looked stately and
imposing, and Lusis instantly pitied Icar, who was still in the tree,
for the armor did nothing to make the Elfking seem more approachable.
Without the softness of the flowering branch crown, he looked sleek and
razor-sharp, something that the steel vambraces underscored.
She followed his soundless greaves and the broad shoulders of his floating cape.
we fighting?” Aric hustled up to her and whispered. “Are we fighting
today, Lusis?” He looked excited and uncertain at once.
know,” she exhaled the sudden nerves she felt. “Be ready.” She raised
her sword above her head and saw the notion strike Steed and Redd at
once. They shifted their body mass. Steed took down his bow, at the same
time Redd put a hand on his sword.
The Elfking slowed, and even
stopped. His head turned a fraction. Lusis knew that meant she was to
join him, but she wasn’t aware whether that meant her, or Icar. She
looked back at the tree-line and scooped air toward herself, waving Icar
Then she stepped shoulder-to-shoulder with the King.
“I heard that you had an episode this morning.” His voice was subdued. Calm. Or exhausted.
didn’t confirm or contest. “The necklace got me through it. Thank you
for your help.” She turned her head and gave a small bow at him.
that,” he told her tautly. “Listen to me. You were able to tell your
men that the assault happened outside of your campsite, after you felt
drawn into the wild. Is this so?”
“It is.” She didn’t take her eyes off his pale profile.
straight hair fell across the metal of his fitted breastplate, which
made the shape and depth of his upper body so cruelly clear. She
wondered if she would be able to see the candle-flame of his life
through that steel as she had in the past. An odd thought struck her,
that none of the others mentioned the light in him either. Did they take
it for granted? The Elfking had no idea she thought of this, and nodded
at the wreckage laid out so neatly around him. “You helped to
“Some of it.” She half-turned at the sound of
Icar arriving behind her. “Icar and I both worked on the smaller
fragments, the parts with the most damage.”
Thranduil’s tall body pivoted.
Icar shrank back from the Elfking, which, to Lusis’ mind, was a very natural reaction to the King.
Elfking stared down at Icar with the force of a burning sea-wind. It
was no wonder that Icar’s cheeks reddened. His skin might have peeled
away under such consideration. The Elfking’s head tipped. “Were you
Now Icar stammered, “I… I was. That is what I was doing. Yes.”
true, I was.” Icar handed over the leather sketchbook. A guard stepped
in and took it. He rifled the pages, his expression utterly flat. Icar
wilted back, he glanced across at Lusis, whose chin rose in response,
and her lips curved up at the corners. He should be proud of such an
“My King. The ships.” The guard turned the book and directed it to the King. His pale head cocked. His long hair slid on steel.
stepped in and cleared his throat. “So… this is how it works, here. If
you…” he carefully reached into the pages. “If you flip the thin paper
down, you can see... how the damage would look if we could just pick
these ship pieces up and put them back together again. The shaded areas
are the burnt parts.” He turned pages. “I’ve been out here a lot, so I
have it from all sides. Here’s the stern. Here’s the bottom of the boat.
I just finished the barge on the right from above. That’s here. What’s
missing… I dotted the lines for that.”
The Elfking straightened
and turned to take in Icar. He actually looked pleased. “You have your
uses, Ranger.” And his hair spilled into a flaxen sheet from his
pauldron, snagged by the rising breeze that carried it over the book,
and elf and Ranger hands alike.
“You purified the river, my Lord,”
Icar took his hands back and looked at them. His fingers curled, “That
was astonishing to witness. And your people have been so welcoming. It
made me realize that I wanted to be of use to Mirkwood.”
He looked at Icar, “If that is true, we have the same goal. Show me what you know of this wreckage, Icar Awnson.”
stood, quite out of nowhere, along the path they were about to travel.
He bowed when the King came to view, and then joined the procession of
people along the reconstruction site. Lusis remained in the King’s wake,
just close enough for his silvery-blond hair to billow out and brush
her on occasion. At least that might give him a sensation that his back
“This is the second barge,” Amondir said to the king. “The first is just across the field.”
there’s a lot to be learned from the second,” Icar said on the end of
that pronouncement. “I think it was disabled in much the same way as the
first, but it’s less damaged, not having suffered a collision with the
“This is quite true,” Amondir agreed and then gestured at the stern of the boat. “Let us begin.”
Lusis began to see the world in a slightly tilted manner. A world in
which the trace of something stretched back up a chain of postulations
and permutations to a specific action, and the absence of something else
could prove even more damning. It reminded her of tracking a kill in
the wild, or following the papery sign of the passage of orcs over
stone. That’s what Icar and Amondir were about. But the quarry in this
case was much more nebulous, and the signs of passage were obscure.
Elfking processed this information without a word. He didn’t look at
either elf or human during his walkthrough. Just the ships. His pale
eyes seemed in a reverie.
“-where the man steering the boat would
stand. Looking straight back, you can see that this rudder should extend
out from the stern into the water and this chain,” he showed the king a
rusted chain that dangled over the side, “should follow to the rudder
for steering.” Icar crouched down and tapped the wood that had been
placed near the port side, roped off and marked as the stern.
offered a hand to help Icar up amid the dodgy footing of pieces of
boat. “On the ship that collided with our mighty gates, my Lord, that
rudder impacted with the riverbed. It took a long time for us to recover
it from the water. It was buried deep in the silt and soil. We found
that rudder was demolished to an extent that the story it tells is now
misleading to us. But it seems we can infer from this one, in its more
pristine state, that the chain and rudder there may have suffered
Icar nodded at Amondir. “Yes, it’s the bow that took
the heavy damage on the second barge. Both bows are in really poor
shape. We wouldn’t have much detail on them if the first hadn’t smacked
the gates, uh, my Lord, but since that wreckage fell into the shallows,
Lusis and your other elves were able to get almost all of it over. Some
of the second barge is halfway to the sea.”
They passed Redd, who
bowed to the King and endured a moment of the elf’s great blue-silver
indifference passing across him. Lusis smiled at the huge Ranger. He
feared, nearly revered, this storied Elfking. He was pale, quiet, and
grave whenever the Elvenking was in their company. She found that kind
of wonder sort of endearing in brusque, tough Redd.
“This is the
strange part.” Icar and Amondir both stooped to the rudder bits. Amondir
spread his hands over the wooden rudder pieces.
“Eyelet for the
chain on the rudder. It’s the anchor-point that pulls the rudder in one
direction or another.” He tapped the deformed, broken eyelet.
connecting eyelet is in normal condition on the stern.” Icar pointed
out. He lifted a chain now threaded with a black rope and extended it to
Amondir. It didn’t reach.
The Elfking cocked his head, “Problem.”
Amondir agreed. “We thought, at first, it fell away into the river. But
it’s significantly heavy, and wouldn’t have floated for long. We raked
through the riverbed for it. No sign.”
The Elfking dropped to a
crouch, his blue eyes scanning the end of the chain. His head tilted and
took in the rudder. It was made of hardwood with steel encasing the
harder edges, riveted in place. But it was also badly blistered. His
expression was empty as he straightened and looked toward the river. He
returned his gaze to the elf, and then took in Icar. Impassive.
damage is not accidental, particularly not if it occurs in both barges.
Was the chain located for the first barge?” It was strange how patient
he seemed at the moment. It wasn’t a characteristic many would associate
with the Elfking. Or so Lusis thought.
“Some portion of it was. It was snapped into several pieces. In fact, it was down to single links in places,” Amondir noted.
“Was any of it connected to the rudder?”
Icar and Amondir exchanged a glance. It was Amondir who answered. “No, my King.”
this to the chain from the first barge and report,” he told them. “And
there are humans from Long Lake in the field, I should tell you.”
shot to his feet with his eyes narrowed in a way that was almost
threatening. “If they disturb even a splinter of this thing we’ve done
for them, my Lord, I may have to-”
“Peace.” The Elfking told his stormy compatriot. “It is done for us all, Amondir. So should we all be able to review it.”
Amondir inhaled deeply, steadied himself and bowed to his Elfking, but greatly this time.
Temper-temper, was all Lusis could think to herself. So they weren’t made of moonlight, elves.
humans numbered close to twenty and walked down the field together.
Lusis sucked air seeing them coming, because the signs of their woe were
like screams after being surrounded by elves as she’d been. She shook
herself and began looking for weapons. A soft gesture of her right arm,
and Red moved his position out further. She turned her head toward the
river bend to their left without moving her eyes off the thronging
humans and Aric eased along a copse of trees, nearly lost in his green
cloak, ready to flank them. In a crowd, trouble always leads, so Lusis
stepped away from the Elfking and put herself in the way of the advance,
though the action was understated.
People in pain could be unpredictable.
people in this procession were led by a handsome and tall man with
sandy brown hair and a day’s stubble. He was neat, well-dressed, and
furious. He came just inside human earshot in the field before he
shouted, “What is this? What’s the meaning of this? Is this a salvage?”
“It is not,” Amondir stepped forward and told them with a gracious bow of his head.
The man balled a fist, “I’m not talking to you, sharps, I’m talking to the big bloody Elfking.”
was one that Lusis had heard before. It meant the shape of an elf ear
and belonged in the same class of increasingly derogatory remarks with
hooks, for the hooked ear-tips, fancies, and ladies. She winced when she
The Elfking’s fine-looking countenance had gone to that
practiced nothingness, the thing she called his doll face, which Lusis
hated. That pleasant mask wasn’t a comfort. It was chilling. The humans
before him began to fan out among the ruins, all the better to be away
from him. But they could only go so far. The guard, previously
‘ignoring’ the field, were now in an extensive line along it from one
side to the other, just mere arm’s spans apart. Their line extended to
either side of the King.
“Are these to be your spoils, Elfking?” The man shouted at the King of Mirkwood.
“No,” Lusis warned him as he came upon her.
“Are you to pull all the nails and melt them down for elf armour!?”
The Elfking said back a dry, “Dear me, no, I’d die under such pitiable steel.”
Lusis actually looked at him, but Thranduil’s inexpression hadn’t changed a jot.
have no care for these people! You dare drag our boats to salvage –
they aren’t yours! Isn’t the river tithe enough for you, oh King of
Greed?” the man sucked in more air to snarl at the King. “Ah, but what
odds? It’s only us humans who died. We all do in time, yes? Human lives
are the blinking of lightning bugs in the dark to you! You scarcely see a
difference in the world, since one of us is as trifling as the next.
Now, no more of your nonsense. I demand that you release these boats to
Redd bared his teeth and started forward.
dare,” Lusis told him, and he staggered to a halt. But in many ways,
Thranduil was his King, someone he’d discovered as a child, who had
filled up his lonely imagination with a being larger than life. Which,
as it turned out, was not a bad description of the real thing. By now
insulting the King Redd had found was as tolerable as insulting his
“My Lord,” said the guard to the King’s right. “Jan Kasia – Master of Boats. Lake Township.”
see,” the tall Elfking’s body scarcely moved. He was like a
silver-gilded sculpture, apart from his hair, which flicked about his
shoulders coasting on the wind. “You will have your broken vessels,
Master of Boats. I have no care for them. But you will get them when we
are ready to release them to you, as they were used in an assault on our
gates. Your request for salvage is of secondary importance to the
Jan Kasia pulled a face. “Well isn’t that shocking?”
Behind Kasia’s back, a woman in partial armor retorted. “You have no right to dictate to us.”
Elfking’s head began to tip, “I am King in these woods.” His tone had
taken on the weighty sharpness of a man with whom it was dangerous to
Lusis watched until the woman’s hand squeezed her
short-sword’s hilt before she lashed out her sword and shook her head.
Her voice was hard, “Lady, this is about to pass from one tragedy into
“Girl, put that down,” said the Master of Boats, “You’re men, not elves! Know your place.”
do know it,” Lusis snapped. “Do you? You are quick with accusations,
but your wits are dull. Why would the Elfking do all this? Why put such
manpower into laying out these broken boats with such painstaking care?
In a salvage, wouldn’t you pile the wood with the wood? The metal with
the metal? But they look like boats instead.”
“He did it because
he wouldn’t want to miss anything of value,” the swordswoman with Kasia
moved around to the front of the Master of Boats, her short sword out
“Don’t try her,” Icar called out, at once. “Lady, don’t try her! You will fall.”
An armed man joined the swordswoman.
“No, that won’t help,” Icar winced.
made certain her voice would carry, “He does this because if you want
to prevent something from happening twice, you need to understand it
once. How does that harm you, I ask you? How does that show disregard
for human lives?”
But her words had hit Jan Kasia and cut through
his blind anger. He glanced over Lusis, with her sword at ready, yet
unwilling to engage the Lake Township guard, and then up at the cold
glassy face of the Elfking. And as much as it plagued his ego to do so,
the Master of Boats said. “Allar, Carin, stand down from this woman.”
“Woman Ranger,” Lusis told them. “Northern Ranger.”
Both the Lake Township guards blinked at her, and backed away.
fell between them. The motionless statue that was Thranduil suddenly
turned his head, “Move out the guard. I have no need of them.”
King,” said the elf guard. His lack of ease wasn’t obvious in anything
but the way in which he lingered on the word King. But the elves turned
in splendid precision and walked to either side of the reconstruction
area. They could cut the humans down with arrows in a twinkling from so
close, but Lusis didn’t bother mentioning this. It wasn’t going to come
to that. She was determined.
“I tire of explaining,” the Elfking
sighed. He closed his eyes for long enough to gather his fading
patience, “When I say this to you… choose to believe. Like the forest,
the river is in our custody. We safeguard traffic upon it.”
bit down on his ire. At the same time, surprised that he felt such blind
resentment for the King of Mirkwood, he did air some umbrage when he
growled, “Well, you did a poor job protecting it.” But he didn’t say the
angry and insulting things he might have.
“Such a lapse is a… it
is an unusual circumstance for my people,” the Elfking turned, his long
cloak billowing out around him. He took a few steps, hesitated, and
Lusis stepped aside, “You can join him.”
The Master seemed surprised. “Carin, come with me. Allar, remain with the families.”
may come,” the Elfking said, “simply mind where you step. It is days of
work, to lay these ships out, Master of Boats.” The King was very calm.
fell in behind the Elfking with Carin on her right. Both of them eyed
one another balefully. Icar and Amondir walked, with the elf beside his
King, and Icar beside the Master of Boats.
“I… I don’t understand
the purpose of this spectacle,” Jan looked at the wreckage beside him.
“We lost good men here. It is hurtful to humans to have this on
The Elfking stopped to consider the man, “It is our
failure.” He was blunt. And was clear that the words cost him, and Lusis
could hear the whoosh inside her head as the King’s wide chest – that
bright furnace of his – began to burn with a white-hot ferocity. She
imagined the love he must feel for his Silvan elves to so hate speaking a
word that conjectured they had failed.
And that he had failed them.
glanced at the man, “The point is to learn what happened to these
barges. Let me explain to you how this works. Amondir is in charge of
this site,” he indicated the dark-haired elf. “The rest of us work under
his direction. Please believe me, these barges have been handled with
care. We spent days and nights, in shifts, bringing them here, and even
the smallest of pieces were recovered. Then we tried as best we could to
reconfigure them. In the end we have a record of the damage that was
done to them. In some limited ways, the ships show injury over time.
We’re looking for signs that lead back to the earliest damage.”
walked the boats around with Amondir and Icar giving the full
explanation. This was further fleshed out by the Master of Boats. Lusis
and Carin forgot their animosity by then, they were both too curious
about the findings to think about one another. For his part, the Elfking
was perfectly silent. A pillar of white jade. His face was as blank as
the face of a mirror as he listened.
Eventually, they all stood by
the rudder. Jan knelt and touched the thing with careful fingers. He
studied the chain when Icar handed it to him. And then looked up at the
mirror-like eyes of the King. “No. We inspect the boats. This one was in
perfect working order. It was launched only six months ago, but when I
look at this, even the steel on the rudder… it’s corrupted. The colours
are… wrong. There’s blue through this still and purple. It’s blistered –
bubbles of steel chipping off.”
“The barges were burning,” Icar explained, “at points parts of the ships left the water.”
that long? The rudder, and these steel caps are at the lowest point of
the boat.” Jan told him. “It would have had to turn upside down to burn
“To blaze intensely enough to burn away the rope and break the chain,” the Elfking tapped the chain with the toe of his boot.
looked up at the Elfking for a moment and then dove for the chain
again. “But…” he stared at the links, and then handed the chain over to
“Discoloured… and the break itself is relatively smooth.
This is a slice. But the chain is burnt and warped there as well as if
it was subjected to great heat.” Amondir also stared up at the King.
“But that would mean there was a fire… underwater, my Lord.”
Elfking’s face was grave, and his voice was dry. “Yes, it would.” He
began walking back up the line of humans. They scattered out of his way
as he went.
Jan Kasia stood with the chain in his hand, “Elfking.
What do you know?” his voice stammered and the chain clanked as he
released it to the ground, “For mercy’s sake, my Lord. If this had
happened further up the river, or closer to Lake Town-”
Elfking turned in a swish of cloak. “It does not matter where on the
river such an atrocity happens, Master of Boats.” But he waited with his
proud head tipped up, for the rest.
The man tried to marshal his
forbearance in dealing with the ageless monarch. “Elfking, if we know
what we face, we would be safer.”
“You know what I know.” He
paused when he found himself faced with Lusis. She’d been listening too
hard to move out of his way, and now he looked at her critically.
She hurriedly stepped aside.
that’s not quite true, is it?” Kasia nodded in the direction of the
white-golden elf. “You remembered something when you looked at that
rudder and chain. You saw the damage to the metal and wood, and you
heard me say the boat had seen six months of service, and something came
to you, did it not?” It was true. The Master of Boats was right.
Elfking’s smoothness melted into something very near a smirk. His head
tipped to one side as he observed, “Clever-clever, young Master of
Boats. But more needs doing, yet.”
“We need to know to be safe.”
you shall.” The Elfking turned to face the wreckage. “Merilin, take
your section to the banks of Long Lake and encamp in their woodlands.
Mind the waterway and passage into Long Lake.”
At that, close to
thirty of the armored elves on the field stepped out of line, turned,
and marched straight off the green, no questions asked. The King stopped
beside the thing that had distracted him to begin with. A human woman
crying as quietly as she could, into her shawl. She sat in the grass
with her hand over an edge of a snapped splinter of railing, no bigger
than a hand-span.
“I’m sorry, Lord elf,” said the young girl
kneeling beside her. She gently eased the woman’s hand aside from the
charred wood. “Arnuh. That’s her son’s name. He got in trouble on his
first day because he carved it into the boat rail.”
stiffened, silent for a moment. “We will answer this wrong.” He looked
to Amondir before he turned and stalked off the field in a cloud of his
The elf, Amondir, took the fragment of railing from
the wreckage, wrapped it in a pale green scarf, and handed it over to
the grieving mother with a gesture at his chest and out to her. “I am
She curled her gnarled hand over his, which made Amondir jolt a little, but Icar gave a quiet nod in the elf’s direction.
clung to one another, touched one another, more than grown elves did.
Humans were spectacular fires that snuffed themselves in terrific
explosions of life. And their time was short.
She thanked him, and
then released him again. Amondir’s elven face was solemn as he rose. He
turned to Lusis where she stood with Jan Kasia. “Ranger, this field
should be emptied now. To be clear, these ships will be returned to Lake
Township at the King’s command. Can you help?”
Kasia exhaled pent-up frustration and looked over the wrecked barges, “She doesn’t have to.”
was, by the end of that day, utterly exhausted. She could hear the soft
sound of crying from the guest rooms across the hallway. The people of
Lake Township had been down to see the bodies of their loved-ones.
They’d arranged to bring them home for burial. The misery was more than
the Rangers could easily endure. They went to the other hall to supply
what assistance and comfort they could. It was nearly light when Lusis
staggered to her sleeping area. She didn’t undress, didn’t take off her
weapons, she simply sat on the rug and leaned her back against her bed.
That was where she stayed until morning.
The warm body
beside her turned out to be Eithahawn. He sat on her bed, his long legs
crossed at the ankles beside her – elves were tall creatures. He smelled
faintly like arnica and blackberries. His eyes were shut, and though
she saw he was sitting erect, he seemed to be asleep. She gave his knee a
gentle nudge and his head tipped right.
He smiled, quietly.
She nudged him again, and his long eyes opened to take her in. He said, “You cannot have slept well there, Ranger.”
“Sleeping on the bare stone flags in this place is better than the thickest blankets in the outdoors, Eithahawn.”
Still taking her in, he stretched his back a little. “Then we shall get you elven blankets.”
are you napping on my bed?” she managed to get around enough to prop
one arm up on the mattress. “You can’t have slept well either.”
He seemed puzzled, but then curled up his legs under him. “Forgive me.
You see, this was the only place I could find where no one would know to
look for me.”
Lusis stood up and patted the pillow. “It’s all
yours.” When she looked at him, he leaned on the footboard of the bed.
His eyes half-shut.
“I actually came to speak to you, Lusis.”
sat down by the pillows, thought it through, and handed him one. He set
it in his lap and sank against the wood post at his back. Beyond him in
the horn-shaped hall, the large heater and its hot water made the rooms
comfortable. The glow of the fire through slats made his gold hair
glow. “I’m listening,” she rubbed her eyes and felt the heaviness of her
body on her pillow.
“The king interviewed the section head who
should have been at the point of the river where the calamity happened.
She reported that she saw the boats pass. She stood in plain view of the
crew to watch the ships. She raised a hand to hail the captains from
shore, but they were in no distress and, for the most part, they ignored
her. With no call to be there, she withdrew into the forest to continue
her sweep. She estimates it was a mere three to five minutes before she
saw flames.” Eithahawn’s fingers smoothed the pillow case in his lap.
He looked at the embroidery and then his fingers traced it.
“Didn’t she or her section see anything in the forest?” Lusis asked in confusion.
before. Nothing after.” Eithahawn still stared at the pillow. “She and
her section went for the wreckage. The men were all dead by the time she
“Three to five minutes to kill eight men and burn two loaded barges.”
of the barrels had pressed oil. Flammable.” His fingertip traced along a
large stag on the pillowcase, rendered in red and crimson thread. The
rider was in a gradation of silvers and pale blues with golden hair.
“But she heard no cries, just the huff of a fireball. The men were
overboard. The barges were out of control.”
Lusis looked at the
same pattern he traced on the pillow she lay against. There was a long
moment of silence as she pondered this. The men died in the first minute
to two or three minutes, all eight of them. The boats were on fire
between three and five minutes in. No one had uttered a sound.
No normal adversary could do such a thing.
Kasia, the Master of Boats, reported seeing the light of the Elfking.
They didn’t know what it was until I told them. The poison hasn’t been
identified, and the King’s light left precious little of it behind. Some
was salvaged from the extremities of the men. Far too little to be
virulent. We supplied this to the Master of Boats to bring to their
apothecaries, lest they know it.”
“But the elves don’t know it?”
that I know of. Not from the Silvan elves. A courier has been sent to
Rivendell with the remainder of the sample we have. We shall see what
comes of that.” His expression went dim, “I’m sure we shall have a warm
welcome from Elrond there.”
“People don’t like him,” she assessed, “do they?”
“It is because he is exhausting.” Eithahawn’s eyes closed.
“Is that why you’re so tired?” Lusis got up from the bed and folded her comforter down until she could cover his long legs.
“That is because I haven’t slept for days,” Eithahawn said. His blue-green eyes opened as he watched this action curiously.
Lusis paused. “It’s a human… thing. It’s supposed to be comforting.”
He blinked a few times, “Among elves, such conduct would imply we are close.”
what did ‘close’ mean? Lusis felt like a foolish child. She released
the blanket and backed away. “And we aren’t. I’m sorry.” She clasped her
hands together behind her.
“No, we are not.” He agreed with this, “But I would like to consider you a friend.”
“I would too. Please forgive me, Eithahawn.” She bowed.
“Friends don’t often bow to one another.” He patted the bed and said, “Sit with me, Lusis.”
She sat down on the bed and said, “What now?”
not sure,” he turned the pillow around so that the embroidery faced
her. “It seems the King is prepared to go afield to find this thing. He
has been in this place since the flames of Dol Guldur faded. He has been
in these Halls and forests,” Eithahawn indicated the figure on the
deer, “and safe.”
Lusis brightened, “Is that him? Riding a deer?”
is a royal elk.” Eithahawn corrected her. But then his fingertips
smoothed the fabric and it seemed to have changed some, the top of the
pillow looked to be the Halls rather than the woods, with elves within.
“I am not trained for fighting, Lusis. Not like you. Not like A Certain
King, or his lofty royal son. I am trained to fulfil the purpose I serve
now, and I have served since I was a young man. I function well in my
role. The King is pleased with my work.”
“You must do,” she said to him, “the others speak highly of you.”
gaze remained on the pillow, “And now he is riding afield into some
danger or… another. That is his role. First, he is a warrior King,
She’d never heard any other elf speak his actual name.
It was always ‘my Lord’, ‘my King’, ‘Elfking’, ‘Elvenking’ – what was
it like to scarcely be touched by a loving hand, and not hear someone
speak your name, for so long? She shook herself. “Something about this
troubles you…. You’re worried about him. Worried for his safety.”
seneschal didn’t move. “He has a son – Legolas, the ‘green-leaf’ as his
name means. This means Thranduil does have an heir somewhere out there
in the world. Though Legolas is loath to return here, it is not for lack
of love. His father is just so prevailing a force. A nearly suffocating
energy. All-consuming. He’s like fire in a book-room, devouring all,
drinking all the air, burning brighter still.”
She touched her
throat at the nagging thought of suffocation. “Are you worried about the
line of succession to this Legolas person?” Elves were confusingly hard
“Only in that he loves the fire that is his father,
but must be apart from him, and his legacy, to breathe. I do not think
he will ever again dwell among us.” He shut his eyes as if it was
terribly painful to say these words. “I would not dare tell this to my
Lord. It would…” now the elf lowered his head and shook it. “But that
aside,” his green-blue eyes opened, “the Lord is loved here. You will be
with him, I suspect, Lusis. I’m here to ask you-”
“To protect him?” she asked the elf. “To safeguard him?”
be willing to die for him,” he sat up to face her. “As I am. Without a
right to ask it of you. But for my people and the Ages – he is a Sinda,
yes, but he is our King.”
She looked at him a long moment. “I’m
like an infant child fighting with a table-spoon compared to your Lord.”
She chuckled at the comparison, “But, Eithahawn, I have risked my life
for peasants and nobles since I was a young woman. You don’t have to ask
me to do this. It’s what I do.”
He nodded at the pillow whose
pattern had returned to the embroidered elf and his massive bull elk
riding in the forest. He seemed terribly grateful.
Lusis smiled at him, “You and the Elfking are close.”
No one is close to him.” Eithahawn’s brows went up. “Not even his son.
And I am no great son of the Elfking, but my father was also one of the
Sindar, and the young Lord’s friend. My parents were warriors. First, my
father, and then, my mother, fell. I was alone. My Lord raised me from
Lusis’ smile wilted. “I see.” She got to her feet and
walked even with his shoulder where she settled a hand on his silken
clothes. Lusis looked down at his bowed head. “Then I swear to you I’ll
protect your father. And you. Now stay here and get some rest,
Eithahawn. He will need you sharp.” She lifted her hand and walked out
of the hollow that was her assigned guest room. She headed down the trio
of stairs thinking about how it felt, what it must be like, when your
sensations said, in every part, you were a man’s child, and he had
forgotten to be close to you, to see you as a son.
“And… and also me?” he called after her.
friends now,” was all she said in reply. He had no sword of his own so
she would protect him as she protected all innocence. Or tried to.
went to visit the people of Lake Township. She bathed with the few
women who were awake over there, and listened to their plans and needs.
She dried and dressed, and checked on her sleeping men.
heavily asleep, half-dressed and with a sword beside him. Icar had
fallen on his bed fully clothed after the stress of his day. Only Steed
and Aric had made it to bed properly. Eithahawn curled like a cat at the
foot of her bed, a fortune in brushed and pearl-seeded silk fanned
around him, off the bed and onto the floor. Maybe it was expected of a
Kingdom’s-seneschal to wear clothes with silver and pearl tracery, or
maybe the King actually did care for his vassal-son more than the
seneschal knew. In any case, he was soft-faced and eternally young, and
his golden hair fell around the pillow in a maddeningly even pattern of
buckling waves. His head was cushioned beside the embroidery of his
It was light out. The Elfking was abroad by now, either in
practice with that silver tongue of flame he called a sword, or at the
work of solving the puzzle threatening his people. Lusis settled the
life-giving necklace on her neck.
She’d made a promise. There was no time like the present to begin living up to her word.
The Elfking was doing just what Eithahawn feared.
He was organizing for a journey.
fact, the Master of Boats, Jan Kasia, was with him, and they were
talking about general conditions in the wood to the North East. There
were a total of seven roads that were frequented by people passing out
of Lake Township. Only two were acceptably passable this early in the
spring. A mix of snow melt, flooding, and snow pack made the others
undesirable for any kind of journey, while the two that could be
traversed were still a difficult proposition. Elf woods grew, it
appeared. With so many Silvan elves in this place, the spring meant
“It’s a wonder we’re not cursed for that as well,” The Elfking mused coldly.
won’t hear anyone complaining who has a field growing between here and
the Lonely Mountain,” Jan shook his head. His mood around the Elfking
was much improved, though they were still very stiff around one another.
And very blunt. When Jan had realized that the elves had recovered all
the crewmen from the wreckage, and then bound them in cloth, and
preserved them for their families, things had gone more smoothly. The
elf who cared for the dead – a truly aged Silvan woman who looked, of
course, no older than Lusis – had offered to insert glass eyes for the
humans, seeing as their own were missing.
The offer still stood.
the Lonely Mountain,” the Elfking glanced up from the map he lounged
beside, his hair falling in a shining pool over East Bight, “How is the
distribution of wealth proceeding?”
“Well enough. It will take
generations to clear it out. Management is down to the Dwarves and Men
together,” he paused. “I know some of your people died in that battle.
But the rumour has it you have only a trunk of emeralds and a handful of
smith-worked white gold and diamonds for your losses. You should have a
“We have what was agreed upon,” the Elfking
exhaled. “Trust that I do not deceive my people.” He bristled a little,
but then smoothed out like a large white fox. “I have heard rumours that
there are men flooding into the area. That the existing towns are
expanding, and new communities – some lawless – are being founded.”
Jan nodded, “Yes, they call it a gold rush.”
The King considered aloud. “There is some risk to us in that. If the
gold travels by river, then there is abundant risk of attack.”
“But if we moved it by river, the tithe would be much larger.” Jan said uncomfortably.
as suits the material being shipped and the security required,” the
Elfking reclined. “My, my, how are you all making out shipping it to the
rest of the world by way of those roads?”
Like any King,
Thranduil was aware he was being cheated at every opportunity, but it
wasn’t often he had occasion to inquire to the man at the top of the
racket about it. Now Jan Kasia blanched. Then his brows drew down.
“Who’s to say… maybe you attacked the barges. And it was you looking for
“Who slammed them into my own gates and nearly set my
woods on fire? That is much more likely than an ambush by those of your
new neighbours smart enough to know it is both easier and safer to get
the gold from transport, than to go into the Lonely Mountain,” Thranduil
elaborated with a flippant hand gesture, “Carry on – you were saying?”
man gave up with a sudden exhalation. “Lake Township is about to build a
library, and there are plans for two schools and an amphitheater, and
several projects are underway in Hale’s Mooring, many more than we can
boast, and they have no intention of using stone from Hale’s ruins –
it’s a shrine to those people. The river is about to see a rise in
traffic. Some of that is getting the payment out, Elvenking. Getting it
“It must be.” He nodded in the sunlight off to his
right. “That might be assured with a section of elves to escort you to
the Greylin, but not inexpensive.”
Jan tipped his head to one
side. “How much, do you think, to get them to escort us to Minas Tirith?
A long way, and a long journey.”
“No journey is long.” The Elfking replied without looking up from his map. “Just costly.”
Jan Kasia actually smiled. A harsh and unreasonable Elfking, well, that
was a demoralizing and infuriating difficulty. But an ice-cold King who
was all business? That a man could work with.
Lusis had taken position among the elf guards in the room, and found herself watching closely.
A moment later the Elfking said, “Lusis, are you feeling up to riding out?”
“To do what, my Lord?”
“To go hunting.”
Odd. They hardly ate meat. “Whenever you’re ready.” She said.
Jan glanced over her curiously. “You’re really a Ranger? The men don’t mind you?” He laughed.
She didn’t. “The men who mind me? I change their minds.”
Elfking rose and smoothed his cloak beside him. “With care, Master of
Boats, unless you mean to become the Master of Bruises. No Ranger is
weak in the North.”
But he couldn’t help the grin on the end of
this sentence. “Don’t they find you distracting? I mean, what do you do?
I just think the Rangers would not allow a woman among them. That’s
The Elfking was now beside what looked like an armoire in
white wood, but turned out to be more of an armory. Rack on rack of
beautiful and terrible weapons hung inside, and on the doors he opened,
short and long elven bows. Nothing could have been more apt, to Lusis’
She felt elf-like in her slow turn to face the human man.
“Tell me, Kasia. Exactly who is going to prevent me from doing as I
please?” She stepped out, as long, solid, and honed to deadly sharpness
as any weapon in the room at that moment. He had a woman guard and
should have known better.
Kasia’s smile wilted.
Elfking strapped on his sword with an expert hand. “Humans,” his brows
rose. He returned to the collection of weaponry to select fighting
The Master of Boats couldn’t prevent a smile, “You have a comment, Elvenking?”
strapped throwing knives over his chest and raised a restraining hand
to the guards around him that seemed eager to poke Jan Kasia with their
spears. “Some things seem to be beyond men.”
In fact, one of the
human guards, Allar, had appeared at the door of the Elfking’s map-room.
He bowed, sketchily, to the king, as if not sure how it was done, and
then spoke to the Master of Boats. “They’re up and asking for you, sir.”
glanced in the Elfking’s direction and inclined his head. It was a
concession to the authority of the proud old elf, at least. “Excuse me,
Thranduil’s long hand flicked in graceful dismissal. He
didn’t even look. Once the humans were gone, he glanced at the elven
guards. “Leave us.” He considered a moment and added, “And, alert
Rochiril that her section may be called to escort men to Minas Tirith in
the next months. Make certain she and her daughter are prepared for
“Yes, my Lord,” an elf woman of the guard said in reply.
Lusis began to head out of the room.
“Lusis,” the Elfking’s tone was quiet with authority.
“You are the other half of ‘us’ to which I was referring. Remain.”
“Oh,” she shuffled back in. “I didn’t mean to cause problems between you and Mr. Kasia.”
all means. We are born of the same light – men and elves – thus roughly
half their number are daughters, are they not? Perhaps they would be
further along if they did not reckon their own kind as one-half a lower
form of life.” The Elfking just sort of smoothed the branch crown out of
his hair and set it on the map table. And there he was, almost an elf
like any other, with no hardware on his head. “Aside from which, his
discomfort is of no consequence to me.”
“I see,” she reevaluated
him and nodded. Things were different among the elves. A person’s true
skill, the thing they were born to do, was what it was.
being truthful – it will take many, many human lifetimes to move the
gold out of the Lonely Mountain. But he is not confessing that the human
settlements have had an increase in criminal elements and activity
since the fall of Mordor. Many of the new Northern towns are a law unto
themselves – there is much work for you. However, there is no chance
that these barges were ambushed by men.”
“Not unless they can
noiselessly kill eight, pluck their eyeballs out, and set fires
underwater.” She nodded, “In under three to five minutes.”
we are in agreement.” He reached across the map table and pulled her
sword out of its sheath so fast she scarcely saw it coming. She reached
for it belatedly. “No.” he said. She avoided cutting her fingers on her
own blade, narrowly.
He checked her blade and then replaced it
with one of his own which was of the same general size and shape. Then
he tossed her sword in air, testing its weight, and it turned over into
his hand. It was light in his fingers, like a knife.
Lusis watched it travel. “And it will be okay if I leave it here, my Lord? And the crown just-”
The Elfking cocked his head, concerned. “You think my subjects are thieves?”
“Uh, no, just… maybe organizers of things who… can’t stand to see, say, a random crown just-”
who have some use for the Living Crown of the Elfking of Mirkwood and a
Ranger’s sword of only moderately decent steel?” He was highly amused,
she could tell, because his cheeks dimpled slightly.
“It’s a very good sword!” she fired back at once. And then stopped and gaped in dismay.
turned the sword in his hand, fast. “I’m sure it is.” He took no
offence. In fact, his expression dropped to one of keen curiosity. “Now,
I will hand this weapon back to you and ask you to lay it on the map.
She looked the map over, reached up, and
immediately cupped her fingers around her throat. Her gaze darted up to
his blue-silver eyes, their pupils in a soft, nearly catlike oval,
something that made his stare even stranger. His face was that pleasant
First she set the sword onto the map table – on
the bare wood of it, which had been etched with fire, so that
Middle-Earth as she had never seen it, stretched its surface. “Is this
of a scale?” She marveled at it.
“Yes,” he said and he set his
hands on the high North to bend over the table. “These marks, here,” he
indicated what looked like small bolts, “Indicate where a distance is
shortened and by how much.” The Elfking waited.
She stared at the North and tried to reorient herself, “Where are you from on here, my Lord?”
“It’s not on this map.” He indicated, and she bent over the table and reached.
was from off the map. That suited him perfectly. Lusis explained, “I
was found here.” Her fingertip came to rest on the mountain chain
between Carn Dum and Mount Gram, near where the Grey Mountains escaped
the Misty. “One of six babies exposed on the mountain on a spring night.
A fur trader heard someone crying in the darkness. Only I survived that
night, in the end.”
The Elfking heard, processed, and had to
exhale the pressure of knowing this. Elf children were a rarity – she’d
come to understand that – and it was like when the Mirkwood elves had
brought the boy’s body into the Halls and there was great distress
amongst the elves. Children were sacrosanct amongst them. Life was
“That makes this ironic.” Lusis caught the necklace in her
hand and moved the sword along the table’s surface. She made a small
grunt of discomfort as the noose drew up its slack, but she stayed calm
through the rising suffocation. She pushed through the sudden black
spots on the edge of her vision, and trusted in the white gold and
pearls, imbued with power – the Elfking’s goodwill, and someone else’s.
The tip of her sword tried to veer. She shook out her hand. “I can come
She knew she sounded throttled.
brows rose. He first looked at the whole table. He looked at the lay of
the sword on the map, inhaled deeply, and then let the breath slowly out
again. He moved it, slightly, and watched Lusis shake her head and set
it back to rights. He made another adjustment, this time at the pommel
and she quickly returned it to the original position.
“I see,” he
said. Then he murmured, “And the tip is in Framsburg and the ruins of
the Éothéod among the ancestors of Riddermark.” His pale eyes darted and
found hers above the wood map. It was like looking into the eyes of a
massive white cat. A wild thing.
And he was correct. She never
told people about the ruins. That place was full of private memory, for
one thing, and now something sealed her new story inside of her. Now she
shut her eyes in relief that someone, someone with a very long memory
of the world, knew where this had all begun. “Is that what those are?”
She managed. “I never knew. They were just stones to me.”
King’s roving attention abstracted to elves in long dark robes on their
way to see him. Finally finished arming himself, the King took a silver
filigree circlet, complex in its design, from a case at the bottom of
the armory. He slipped the silvery thing onto his head adeptly. He could
do it one-handed. “Go, Ranger. I will send for you when the time
She bowed to him. “Yes, Elvenking.”
But Lusis fairly
skipped down to the guest rooms. Only the presence of the Lake Township
families prevented her from bursting in with whoops and hand-clapping.
She passed Jan Kasia, threw a sympathetic look to Carin, his woman
guard, and then made her way to her own soaking troop.
“So, there are things we can do together, and things we can’t,” Redd said tensely. “Lusis.”
could get used to this elf-cave though,” Icar beamed. He was using the
tub out of her line of sight, and sounded quite comfortable. “I didn’t
do too badly with the Elfking, did I?”
“Told you it would be easy for you,” Aric surfaced from the pool he was curled in.
did great,” Lusis told him. “Your work with Amondir was really
critical, Icar. Seriously, I’m not always sure that you’re cut out to be
a Ranger, when I see the way you think about things, but I’m glad to
have a generalist like you aboard.”
“Icar likes all the weapons,” Steed droned, and then yawned. “Where have you been?”
“To see the King.”
Steed began to grin, “That’s interesting, seeing as you have the King’s
man sleeping on your bed. That must have been one hell of a
No wonder everyone was speaking so quietly!
she checked. Eithahawn was still there, and still solid. “He’s been
awake for days. I think he was at the end of his rope when he came to
see me.” She ignored the sloshing of water behind her and said, “He’s a
good man, Eithahawn. Overworked though. This is one of the only places
he could think of where no one would think to look for him. So don’t say
a word. And don’t let on to the people from Lake Township. Let him
“You found yourself another baby-bird,” Icar said from one of the brass tubs.
came into her sleeping area, his hair damp, but at least he was
dressed. He covered the elf in one of the blankets that had been folded
at the foot of his bed. “That’ll make him harder to see, and more
comfortable.” Redd’s rumbling voice was quiet. “Are you thinking of
adding an elf to our band? I’ve never seen an elf Ranger, but I imagine
it would be terrifying.”
“He doesn’t live by the sword.” She smiled at the ripples of hair and smoothed one against the wood of the footboard. So silky.
“I don’t understand men like that.” Aric complained.
“What?” Icar pulled a towel around himself. “Men of peace? We should be grateful for them.”
just got up naked and prowled to his room. Lusis didn’t care. She’d
seen the sideshow before on the road, many times. Aric leaned around the
oven and pointed at her, “I insist, if you’re going to adopt an elf,
you get one who’s good with a sword.”
“Done,” she stepped away
from her bed and went to lean on the sculpted cavern wall between her
room and Redd’s. She glanced at Redd when he came to rest opposite her.
“What baby bird would that be?” Redd asked.
“Big one. Big silver sword he lashes around so fast it’s like a snake’s tongue.”
Heads poked out further up the hall.
“Blond? Large wooden crown full of cherry blossoms? Know him?”
stepped out of his room, now dressed and hunting for his sword. They’d
set up one of the empty rooms as a cleaning station. The weapons got a
good inspection and cleaning there daily. Steed also used the space for
making his arrows. “You’re an idiot.”
“I’m not kidding,” she told
them. “Pack up. We’re going on a hunt with the King. While we’re there,
we’re watching out for him. Understand? Nothing happens to him on our
Aric came from his room pulling on his boots. “I doubt he’ll need us.”
“I’m aware of that,” she told them, “but we’ll be a failsafe, understand? Anyone with a different opinion should tell me now.”
Icar swung up his sword. No one spoke. “Pack up. Quietly. When he calls, we will be ready.”
“Kings.” Aric exhaled at the end of the hall, “A spoiled race, Kings.” He groused.
best keep that to yourself,” Redd mused, and then thought aloud, “I
wonder about Queens. The books said he had a wife and son, but he seems
“Fitting fate for such arrogance as he has,” Aric packed up without complaint. They were all eager to get out of doors again.
actually barked with laughter, which was very unlike him given the
mourners next hall over. The elf seneschal stirred in his sleep, but did
not wake. The huge warrior lowered his voice at once and told Aric, “If
you share the flaw, Aric, do you deserve the same fate?”
The young ranger looked up suddenly, startled by these words.
Rangers had their packs together in under fifteen minutes. They went
outside and got the feel of the weather after that. One had to become
hardened to weather over time, and even a short interval of living
inside made changes in that state. But it was a solid five hours before
word came, and by that time, the Rangers had made their way back to
Mirkwood’s Halls to assist the people of Lake Township. They were
leaving, ferrying the dead to the barge they’d anchored against towering
beech trees in the deep water of the Forest.
Lusis helped to bear
the dead to the barge. They were cold and stiff, like early spring air
in these parts ought to have been, now that the muggy and unseasonable
fogs had fled. She helped to lay them out on the cold bow of the boat
and checked their wrappings with care – fine elf silks in leaf green,
tied with thin white rope. Once they were all laid down, the head of
patrol who was about to go on his tour came down to the barge’s deck
with a trio of elves, and they spread a long white sheet over them. They
carefully tucked this around all the bodies to anchor it. Then, stood
and laid their hands on their breast-plates, finally extending them down
over the dead in salute.
They departed the ship in silence, their brave eyes downcast.
This, they felt, was very much their failure.
section coming in from patrol stood along the shore with the elves
departing. All bowed to the people of Lake Township before they
advanced, half for the Halls, and half for the woods. After that
demonstration of regret, Lusis and her Rangers bowed as well, and left
She glanced up at the huge stone gates to Mirkwood and
saw that Jan Kasia stood on the wall-walk in the company of the Elfking.
They exchanged a few final words before Jan Kasia sketched a bow at the
Elvenking, which Thranduil met with a nod of acknowledgement. Lines of
soldiers stepped aside for him, and the Master of Boats made his way
down the steps which reached the wall-walk.
Amondir detained Lusis as she headed inside. “Rangers, you ride out with the King.” He said this with a clear air of pride.
just need our packs,” she told him, and then smiled up at the tall elf.
“Also, a thanks and well-met, in case this is where our ways part.”
His head ducked. “One hopes that is not the case. Now, come with me.”
The Rangers had experience listening to and following Amondir. He brought them inside.
was inside a room just off the wide gatehouse entry. He sat on a bench
beside their bags, as if he wished he could travel unseen, among them.
His expression was pleasant and absolutely inert – the first time Lusis
had seen him shut off his nerve-endings as the King did. She deeply
disliked seeing that agreeable blankness on his face. And she slowed
before him, his expression was such a pleasant fiction. Her men took the
bags. She laid her hand on the belts of her own, but then bent over the
shoulder and golden waves of the Kingdom’s seneschal and whispered, “I
His head bowed.
She squeezed his solid
shoulder and lifted her bag. As she turned and walked into the light,
she pulled out the elven blade the Elfking had given her, and spun it
around her hand. It distracted her from her sadness for him. But she
remained grim even as she waited among the noiseless elves marshalled
outside in the crisp spring air.
She asked Redd, “Do I really collect little birds?”
he rocked heel to toe. “Aric was pneumatic when you met him, and Icar
going hungry, trying to care for his brother. I remember we spotted
Steed walking for the Weather Hills across the wide-open barrens,
fighting with pain, left to his own devices with a broken arm.” Redd
looked down at her and smiled, “And I had no friends.”
She continued to stare at the departing barges. “Impossible.”
set a hand on her back, right below the necklace at the back of her
neck. “Possible” He patted a moment and then said a quiet, “He’ll be all
She looked up at the King as he descended the wall-walk
and didn’t know which one she was more care-torn about anymore. “He will
be. And I promised he would be.”
“Well then.” Redd released her and looked at the Elfking. “I’ve never met anyone more serious about a friend.”
The wind came up. Birds jetted over it like falling stars.
The King’s hair swirled around him, light as down.
the barge was gone from sight, forlorn tower bells began to sound. The
elves stood thinking their long thoughts, remembering their own fellows,
their own loved-ones, now in the Undying Lands, and they eventually
drifted into the Halls.
The King stood and watched the gates shut.
When they were closed he found the Rangers waiting with a small number
of elves. His gaze simply locked on them. Armoured and ageless, he
passed them by in an airless moment.
Icar properly interpreted this as, “We should follow.”
did. And when they emerged in a lower part of the Halls, they found
themselves in stone stables, with horses waiting. An elven woman held
out the stirrup for her, and Lusis leapt aboard. Horses were a
rich-man’s way to travel. Almost everyone walked or ran from place to
She glanced over her shoulder and saw Red get aboard a large silver horse with a white face.
was on his horse before the elves had a moment to steady it. He turned
it in a tight circle and thanked them with a nod of the head.
“Like a man of the Mark,” one of the elves said approvingly. “Care for them well.”
“Lusis, hurry.” Icar spoke with quiet wonderment, “Come here.”
She turned her horse and urged it ahead. Then her hands fell quiet on the reins.
King had passed through the stable and into a deep green arbor thickly
shaded by the spreading limbs of green trees, all covered in moss. He
stood waiting in the wood-glow and a huge red elk made its way to him.
Everything about it was great. Its ruddy body, its burly neck, its legs
were thick, sound, and ended in such beautifully balanced, cloven
hooves. It cleared the screen of trees.
Its antlers were mammoth.
reached down from its great height and pressed its head to the King’s
chest, the fork of small tines at its forehead clattering on elven
Whatever the Elfking said was lost. He stepped around the
side of it. Reached a hand into the thick ruff of its neck, and bounded
aboard. This looked as easy as jogging up steps. Lusis looked across at
Icar, wide-eyed. “You can draw that for us later.”
Icar grinned. “That’s a challenge.”
The Elfking’s bull elk snuffled a tree limb of cherry blossoms.
They set out. Five Rangers, a trio of elven personal guards, and the King of Mirkwood.
rode along the banks and the shallows of the river, just out of sight
of the barge the people of Lake Township had set off in. This explained
the need for the Rangers and King to travel via horses. Or bull elk. As
they passed over a buckle in the stone hereabouts, the river current
became faster than they could’ve run along the shore, and with the stars
out and the moon high, the barge made its way even through most of the
night. At some points the ship outpaced the horses used to tow it. When
the barge was at its fastest, there was no need for horses on the shore
at all, and they were taken aboard.
The Forest River itself was a
puzzle. Its headwaters in the Grey Mountainss fed it, but so did the
run-off from the highlands around Erebor. Due to the rolling geography
of the land through which it wound, it could fold slowly downward along
its length, only to ease back up again and head toward Long Lake. This
made the water subject to strong convection in places. Its course passed
from indolent to brisk, according to the underlay it ran upon. It was
no more inclined to be one way or another than the mind of the man its
guardians called King.
They made camp only when the barge reached a
second tie-up. The first evening, no camp was made until after the
height of the moon, and the Rangers and elves had reached a thick, wild
growth of wood, full of the croaks, rattles, and chirrs of unfamiliar
The woods were dense and thick with life, and it was a
simple thing to get lost in them. The Rangers were careful about where
they set things down, and marked common paths from and to locations with
white nicks in the trees.
Their camp was staggered. The Rangers
were along the foot of a hill, close to the water. The King and his
elves were in a hollow just below a large outcrop that overlooked the
Forest River. This wasn’t an intentional separation. The Rangers had
scouted their own best location for defense, escape, and sleep. It was
different than what the elves found ideal. To the Rangers’ eyes the lush
tree growth by the top of the hill was nearly impenetrable, exposed to
greater fire-risk, and harder to defend.
“It’s the trees,” Icar
whittled wood, since it was too dark to draw and the fire was too small
to give much light. He sipped spruce tea from his cup. “They feel safer
in the trees.”
“Funny,” Redd speared some of the elven flatbread
over the fire to warm it. It took on some of the smell of the dry wood
they’d carried out of the Halls with them. “If my books are right, the
Elfking is a city boy. Sinda from the First Age, yes? Not a Silvan.
Their ways are different.” He also had a full flask of honey that he
used sparingly to tip onto the dry fruit-and-nut mix the elves had
packed into their saddle bags. He crushed it into a paste and scooped
generous amounts onto each steaming flat of nut-bread.
so long, I suppose,” said a voice from the dark. One of the elves
emerged from shadows. She was one of three Elite guards the Elfking had
brought, and they weren’t known for their warmth. This woman looked as
young as any elf, and she was rare among their kind, her hair wasn’t in
the range of reds, golds, or warm browns, it was very nearly black.
eyes, in contrast, were a crystalline blue that looked nearly
colourless. Her name was Nimpeth. They knew that much. She folded down
on the moss beside their fire as if her joints might be greased. She
made next to no sound, this one.
She began unfolding a packet wrapped in thick cloth.
his father, my Lord was invited to rule. Unlike his father, he had long
ago adopted our ways.” She unwrapped the bundle and set it on the edge
of the fire. “Lachnath. Flame cloth. When you live in trees you also
learn to weave metals and materials that prove difficult to burn. It
keeps fire from flesh.” She glanced back into the darkness at a change
in the rustling there.
Aric had stopped pruning the nearby brush
for wood and kindling they could dry and came back to the gathering.
“What’s the smell?” Steed looked uphill from his shadowy watch by the
Lusis swallowed hard at the smell of spices, “I believe… Nimpeth brought some dried meat.”
Icar smiled at her. “Thank you so much, Lady.”
“Compliments of the Elfking,” her lips compressed at the pong of cooked meat and waved the scent away. “Enjoy it if you can.”
“Oh, I can,” Aric snatched up a piece and tucked it in his cheek. “Dried meat. Delicious!”
got to her feet and Lusis hurried after her. One thing she’d learned
was, as fast as a normal elf was, the Elite Guard did that and better.
They were honed and seasoned warrior elves. Deadly with many Ages of
war. And they moved like the King did.
“What are we hunting?”
She pivoted in place, a peculiarly elven motion that looked dreamlike. “What does it matter?”
it mattered a lot if you, say, didn’t want to die of a total lack of
preparation. “I would like a straight answer, Lady Nimpeth. Please.”
woman’s chin rose and her reply was a chilly, “You may ask him
yourself.” Then she darted up into the trees and, like a black crow,
vanished along the branches. Lusis staggered back with her sword out,
purely from shock. She’d never seen anyone move like that.
woman is really going to make me walk up this forsaken hill and look for
their bloody camp?” Lusis’ teeth bared. She glanced over her shoulder
and headed up the hill in spite of the meat. There was enough for a
couple of nights, and Redd would save some for her. She rooted through
trees in the pitch dark, dead tired, and in a foul mood. “Probably
they’ve erected a couple of stone towers for the night. Knowing elves.
Oh, and they’ve build a bathhouse for a Certain King for morning.
They’re sitting around plaiting one another’s gorgeous hair. And His
Nibs is probably in the midst of a four course meal-”
The elf camp
was small. Much smaller than their own. The fire was at the bottom of a
depression surrounded in cut pine-tree limbs woven into a half-circle.
It was warm. Nimpeth didn’t look up from the rounded metal cup of
vegetable stew she heated on embers pulled from the fire.
“Hello again, Ranger.”
noisy.” Amathon’s cool voice drifted from overhead. He lay with his
dark auburn hair dangling down, having made a kind of platform-hammock
of pine boughs along two stout branches. The fire-heat rose up from the
crescent and directly onto him. He rolled to his stomach and looked down
at Lusis with his cat-green eyes. “Nimpeth, did you give her the spiced
“Mai – yes.” Nimpeth smothered a smile.
“Then why is she here?” he teased.
is the Elfking?” Lusis growled. It was going to be pretty hard to guard
him at this rate. “How is it you’re comfortable letting him out of your
“Do you see Ewon among us?” Nimpeth moved away from the
cups of stew and poured a spare cup full of steaming drink. It smelled
divine. “Here, Ranger. Calm yourself.”
Some kind of floral tisane. Lusis took the cup and asked again, “You said I could ask him, Nimpeth. Where is he?”
The elf woman’s dark head tipped toward the top of the hill, or maybe the taller trees. “Up.”
Lusis made her way, carefully, up the hill. She sloshed some of the tea
on her fingers, but was inured to small hurts. At the top of the
outcropping the trees had been cleared away. The Elfking leaned against
an ornately carved stump. He was entirely swathed in a dark red hooded
cloak of velvet. His knees were up, arms around them. He watched the
barge below, and the humans setting up their wood and wool shelters on
the deck. She noticed the older woman the King had met in the field
ignored all offers of food and water. She didn’t try to sleep or seek
shelter. She simply sat beside the bodies and stared into space. That
much was visible from the lamps on the deck.
Lusis crouched down and offered him the tea she’d been given.
The Elfking took it and set it among the roots beside him. “Honey tisane,” he told her.
didn’t care. All that mattered was that her hands had been freed to run
over the smooth white stump of the tree. It was engraved with a
multitude of curlicue beeches and horses with elves on their backs. The
top of the trunk had been carved with a spiral of elvish.
“My King… what are we hunting?” she asked in a distracted way.
hunts us,” he made a small and graceful shrug of his shoulders. “Aside
from that, I cannot tell you what I do not know.”
“You have a theory, though,” her finger smoothed the antlers of the bull elk on the stump. She’d both expected and found it.
would like me to speculate. I’m not often asked to do that,” his
fingertips hovered in the steam from the tea. “But the problem in this
case is that the evidence is too broad yet. I have theories, but…” small
hand gesture that meant nothing to a human. “Aside from which, Ranger,
speculation leads one to hidden assumption, and that can put a mind at
ease. When the evidence at hand contradicts, we must be alert.”
In other words, he had several theories, and she wasn’t going to be privy to his short-list.
focused on something more concrete. The graven tree stump whose surface
was so faintly gritty and yet strangely even. She began to realize that
it had been coated with resin and carefully sanded down. “What is this
“Watch-points are engraved so. Patrols check them regularly.
A lost traveler or one in desperate circumstances need only remain with
one a half a day to find assistance from my people. My father had them
carved.” He said tonelessly. His hair riffled in the wind, but his hood
stayed up. “Why are you here?”
He sounded drained.
maybe you should reconsider watching them as they mourn.” She sat back
on her heels and suggested quietly. “Human emotions are not filtered.
Just witnessing them can be taxing.”
His head turned. She could
see his lips part in a sudden baring of teeth. But he turned from her
rather than say whatever he’d been thinking.
Lusis stood up and
walked over to his tea. She picked it up and sank into a crouch beside
him, “I don’t know if you’re an expert on humans, Elvenking, but… when
in the depths of a terrible loss, say the loss of a son, or the loss of a
dream, some can fall into a moribund state. They wane. They waste away
until they’re hollow, until there’s nothing left of life in them. Some
die. Some end their own lives.”
He looked in her direction. From
this angle, she could see his ice-blue eyes shining in the starlight. He
looked just this side of distraction, frustrated by the pitiful
helplessness of loss.
“If it’s in their power, a being must fight
not to allow sadness to grow to that level. But there’s little you can
do for them, in the end, from the outside, until the will to live comes
from them.” She offered him the honey tisane again, “Watching a person
suffer is suffering itself. I know it’s said that compassion is a gift
in the powerful, and I believe that. But you should guard against too
“A lecture,” he grumbled. “From a Ranger.” But he
took the mug from her and settled it on one palm as his fingers slid
around the vine pattern in what she suspected was silver.
all, my Lord. Just the words from someone to whom your wellbeing
matters.” Lusis edged back and looked around her. “Are you staying
“It’s not very secure.” She exhaled.
“As long as I’m here,” he sipped the tisane, “it is.”
She went back to the Ranger camp to eat, clean up from the journey, and collect her blankets.
“Where are you going?”
“To watch the King.” She said resentfully, and not of them.
Lusis. What kind of promise did that elf boy extract from you?” Icar
looked up from the vines he was carving into the branch he held and
frowned. “You know. The one who slept in-”
“And he’s probably thousands.” Lusis pointed out to them.
Redd shrugged at this, “He’s a wise elf, one can see. In his emotions, he’s… young, I think.”
exhaled and looked down at Icar. “If I hadn’t put myself out for you
and your brother, where do you think you’d be right now?”
Aric didn’t hesitate. “He’d be dead.”
“Think of that before you scold me over the promises I make,” she sighed.
don’t worry so much,” Aric chuckled and looked at his brother.
“Spending time with the King is its own punishment, I would bet.”
to his word, the Elfking stayed on the windy bluff, away from the fire
heat, company, and shelter, to watch the barge. This was his river,
after all, and more than his pride had been hurt by the death and
destruction that had come to the gates of the Halls. So Lusis bundled in
her blanket, with only her promises to keep her company. She was unable
to huddle with him for warmth, like a sane person would. No, that would
be unseemly. He didn’t move, as if frozen to the stump on which he
She kept watch until she fell asleep in fits and starts. It was too cold for real comfort.
was down to walking up and down the bluff to get her body temperature
up enough to sleep again. At one point, the moon was so large and bright
she walked to the front of the bluff to marvel at it. The barge was
still and quiet. The lamps were out.
When she turned, the Elfking was looking up at her, curiously.
Lusis shook her head in wonder, Don’t they get cold? Don’t they sleep?
None of that was his doing. She bowed to him and circled back out of his sight.
warmed as the sun came. She felt the brush of long hair over her and
realized it was an elf. The quick and secretive one – the spy, she
called him. He was by far the oldest of Thranduil’s elites. Ewon’s dark
brown hair and stormy blue eyes appeared above her briefly. He covered
her in a sheer wool blanket whose underside was dense shirred fur. She
slept until the motion of the King woke her. He sipped steaming tea. She
knew it wasn’t the same flower tisane, but actual tea, by the smell of
it. He handed the cup over to Amathon and glanced down at her as an
“We leave in minutes.”
Lusis blundered up and
folded her things. She bolted down the hill, every step of which she
knew well, by now. And into her camp. There, everything was packed. She
handed her roll of blankets to Redd, who tied them at the back of her
saddle and then went to the river to splash enough water on her face to
come around fully. It was ice cold in the water.
She sat astride sipping hot spruce tea and chewing dried meat for breakfast.
day passed as the first had. She followed the King’s seven foot deer
and they followed the barge closely through the river. The land was
wilder still here. They rode in the river a lot. Dark came early, seeing
as the winter had only just passed. Steed took her reins and let her
sleep on horseback. He did the same for the other Rangers through the
Someone on the barge was playing a threnody on strings, and
that had the elves solemn. The Rangers too. Redd knew the song, which
was associated with the death of a boy trying to tame a white horse. He
explained the whole affair, and Lusis liked to think even the Elites
listened and were impressed by Redd’s storytelling prowess.
barge got to a particularly deep part of the river before it anchored
for the night. It was only shortly after dark, this time. They wasted no
time getting supper. The elves camped in a position not terribly
acceptable to the Rangers, lit their fire on the ground, and took to the
trees. Early in the night, the King stayed in the crescent of boughs
Nimpeth built. He bundled up and seemed to sleep against the soft wall
of green. Lusis knew this because she sat on the other side of the fire,
her back against a tree. She stretched out her legs, crossed her
ankles, and slept soundly while the elves moved around them.
he started stirring, she did as well. Then Lusis watched as Nimpeth
swept in on him with a hot cup of tisane, and to comb his hair. He gave a
glance at her that made her back away and bow.
No one rushed her
with teas and offered to care for her hair. Lusis grinned as she got to
her feet and tucked mint into her cheek. She stretched herself. “Is it
time to watch the barge, Elfking?”
He eased upward and sighed, “I have Amathon at early night and then Ewon. You are not needed, Lusis.”
“That’s great news,” she said, shouldered her blanket roll, and waited for him.
Elfking didn’t try to dissuade her again. He found a great large tree
and vanished up into its branches. Standing back, she could see the
flicker of his blond hair in the wind, find his silhouette in repose
against the trunk, completely at ease. But finding him in there took
She approved of the location he’d chosen. It was a hill of
trees overlooking the river. Lusis spent the night sleeping at the
bottom of the massive tree the King stood in, with regular intervals
where she walked through the forest on quick patrol. The moon, which she
happened to consider an enduring friend of hers, was huge and stunning
as she jogged. She checked her troop and greeted whomever was on watch
there – seasoned vets of the North, they didn’t need her help scheduling
their awake times. There was a particular staccato to sleeping in the
North and they all knew it well. She found Thranduil’s giant bull elk
grazing in a meadow down by the water, as it was, apparently, allowed to
wander around free. But it never failed to answer to his summons.
checked the horses. They slept curled together for added warmth. It was
odd to see horses so confident that they lay on the ground in groups
like this, but though they opened their eyes to see her, they didn’t get
Lusis walked the shore by the barge and found that they had
only a single man on watch who was awake. She didn’t pass in front of
him and he failed to take note of her. That was fine. She meant no harm
She turned around, nearly walked into Ewon, and about fell
in the grass in the last stretch of the night, shortly before dawn. It
actually almost made him laugh, but he handed her a flask of hot tea
instead. He also gave her a small paper packet of fire-roasted nuts,
sprinkled with sugar and salt.
Her last jog in
the area was near dawn. She looked up at the tree and saw that the
Elfking stood on a branch with his cup of tea as easily as one might a
staircase. He raised the cup to her and she smirked. The Elvenking was
the very quintessence of the word cocksure. She put her head down as she
walked up the hill toward him, in case he was still up in the towering
tree, and there might be some risk he could see her grinning at his
They left quickly after their breakfast.
There was no meat left and that had the Rangers grumbling. How the
elves accomplished so much running on tea and undergrowth, as Aric said,
no one was sure. Lusis handed her reins off to Steed and slept for a
couple of hours in the morning.
She forged ahead in the afternoon
and passed the trio of elves, who rode perfectly shoulder-to shoulder,
unsurprisingly. She let her horse gallop along the grassy shore. She
seemed pleased with that. Darkness came quickly in the valley the river
had cut through forest.
“They’re tying up,” she noticed aloud as
the band came over a swell in the land. It was nearly dark and she was
just ahead of the King’s bull elk. Her eyes caught a blink of red light
in the water. She cocked her head at the figment.
The Elfking joined her. His eyes watched her closely. “You have come to alert. It is written in your spine. What is it?”
nimble bull-elk gamboled aside of her horse with no need for stirrups
or saddle. Its big, intelligent eyes studied the woods and river. Lusis
made no attempt to answer him. She simply tried to listen to the tension
in her body and determine if it had reacted to an imagining from there.
The King glanced down at the small bend in Forest River. It was deep
here. They’d crossed the water a furlong back because he knew the
tie-ups were on this side. From here, the river headed slightly
North-East until it reached Long Lake.
Steed’s horse tore through the elves to the front of the line. “Lus, what did you see?”
She was very aware of the Elfking on her right. “I’m not sure I saw anything.”
But Steed knew her too well. He pulled her horse around with a quick tug. “Remember who you’re talking to, Lusis.”
snapped her out of her indecision. “I saw a curve of red underwater.
Near the middle of the river. Glowing. We need to go down to Kasia and
warn him. Now.”
When she started her horse ahead, the King’s great
elk rode even with her. But it picked up speed on the way down. People
on the deck stopped what they were doing, astonished that the Elfking’s
mighty elk was bearing down the hill toward them. There was little
warning before the water began to steam. Mist began to build like a
The elves sounded horns from the hill. The Rangers
charged down the hill beside them. By this time Lusis’ horse was at
speed with Steed beside her. The elk crossed their path ahead of them,
bounding along as if weightless. The King shifted to a crouch on its
racing back, and vaulted from its shoulders, to the roof of the stout
deck house at the back of the barge, and leapt outward.
the blunted black and orange serpent that had risen from the water. Its
red, lustrous eyes saw the Elfking too late, and its maw opened in a
jet of orange flame that missed him. His silver sword ploughed into its
wedge-like head and held fast. It roared, and vanished underwater.
There was chaos on the barge as Lusis leapt aboard. “Kasia! Jan Kasia!”
The man raced from the deck house, white as blowing snow. “What was that? Did you see it?”
“Evacuate the ship and get them all uphill!”
“But the bodies are-”
Now she bellowed it, “Evacuate the ship! Go uphill!”
The thing had been huge. She estimated it at 30 feet at this point. With stubby red legs and red claws. “Where is the King!?”
Steed swung up onto the deck house roof, bow out and aimed at the water. “He went in the river with it!”
is only an escarpment of two fathoms at the foot of this hill – only
there is the water shallow. Then the river goes another ten fathoms
down.” This was Nimpeth as she plunged from her horse into the water.
took out fighting blades. “It rises!” The water around them steamed,
painfully hot. The creature broke the surface again and showered
everyone in the aft of the barge with water and blood.
off a quick volley of arrows. The creature had no scales and they
penetrated its thick skin, but not deeply. This made it handy that
Amathon was able to duck in under it and slice it along the ribs. It
issued an earsplitting cry and a ball of smoky fire.
it’s a dragon.” Redd sputtered, astonished, and then raced across the
barge, out of Lusis’ reach. She ran along in a diagonal until she
reached the edge of the aft and could launch herself at the thing. It
was sinking back into the water. She was dimly aware of the patter of
drops as the Elfking stepped off of the back of the monster’s head and
onto the deck house again, easily, and then she was sailing through air
with the elf-sword out.
She was in a compact ball as it opened its
mouth. She passed just through its opening jaws as it worked to make a
fireball, and her borrowed silvery sword cut off the tip of its tongue.
She rolled forward in air so she could look back at it right before she
hit the water. Under the water, she sank while putting the elf sword
away. She was lucky for its lightness in comparison to her own sword,
which was heavy enough to make swimming hard.
Arrows – both elven
and Ranger – sliced the water and hit home in the flank and belly of the
beast as Lusis kicked away from it. She angled for the surface but the
river was getting painfully hot around her. All she could see was fire.
It clawed at her, agonizingly close. Almost at the surface, she began to
lose consciousness. She couldn’t get ahead of the boiling, flaming
A hand fished her out. Someone had cut the lines from the
draft horses, and the barge now lay out across the river, beginning to
turn with the current. Ewon braced his boots on a boom that wheeled out
over the mist-choked Forest River. One hand held the rope and chain
secured there. The other had hold of her. As soon as she was out of the
water, Jan Kasia shouted a command and the four men controlling the
ropes ran for the opposite side of the ship so that the boom sailed
She dropped into Icar’s arms on the deck. He was
saturated wet, his leathers were scorched, and he had an angry burn on
the side of his neck. He set her on her feet. Ewon touched down beside
her. “The open water is dangerous. It exhales fire through its skin and
water nearest it boils – a peril when its tail lashes.”
“Got it,” she coughed river water and got her hand on her sword, relieved she hadn’t lost it.
Ewon sprang away, tirelessly.
held her upright until the world stopped spinning and Lusis sucked air.
She assessed the situation. Steed and Nimpeth were lobbing arrows at
its head. Aric was in the shallows. Ewon joined him just in time to
dodge a lash of the red-hot tail that sought, and missed, the quick
Elfking. His fighting blades were out and he slashed first one side and
then the next as he passed under the tip of the tail. It was the Elfking
who was keeping the beast busy. Whenever it came to play, the King kept
the burning head occupied. His focus was perfect. He alone was fast
enough to dodge and slash at the endless darting strikes of its head.
Redd charged by with an armful of fishing harpoons.
“Go!” Lusis gave Icar a push and nodded.
terms of sheer muscle mass, Redd was terrifying. His throwing arm was
something like a catapult – he could pick up people and cast them into
air. His aim could be iffy, but a thirty foot lizard is hard to miss.
The first harpoon caught the creature straight on in the shoulder. It
howled. Its head came around into a hail of arrows, one of which caught
it in the eye.
It crashed down beside the boat. Everyone in the
river darted away. The Elfking caught Aric and leapt from water to the
deck where he deposited the Ranger while remaining crouched on the
wooden rail, sword in hand, and eyes on the mist. His entire saturated
body shifted with his breathing, but he was unhurt.
away right after the second harpoon struck the beast and he saw an
opening. It had started to rise out of the Forest River again. He
slammed into its side, just under its short clawed forefoot, and his
silver serpent’s tongue of sword went deep. He bounced back, tearing it
free, cutting away the leg.
Lusis fell into step with running
Ewon. They darted up to the rails and arced through air at the back of
the beast’s head. Lusis had only one thought – blind the other eye. She
landed on its hot and slippery skin and had to roll forward or fall off.
Heat chewed at the soles of her feet, then her shoulder and back as she
went. She put a knife in its eye and dragged down. Once she was in the
water, she endured a sharp moment of burning pain to plant her feet into
it and shoot away, fast.
Its tail came up. Amathon spun into
position and cast a crooked blade at it – this elven weapon was on a
long silvery chain. “Get out of the way, fool-Ranger!” he shouted. The
chain wrapped the tail tip, the curved blade closed in and Amathon’s
cast cut away two feet of flesh and bone.
The beast released a
tremendous cry. The Elite elf slammed into her in time with it and they
soared out over deep water and sank down under gouts of fire.
was Lusis who righted them for the surface as soon as the flames passed.
Amathon was too busy, still trying to control the chain he held.
Ingenious. The beast’s balance was affected by their momentum and the
drag of the current they were in. The only problem she saw was that the
line of chain was still attached to the monster, and that meant – she
got an arm around the elf’s broad chest. They both shot through the
water at incredible speed.
Then up in the burning air, so high she
could easily make out the barge end-to-end, in one glance. She snaked a
leg around Amathon and let go of his chest, stretching away from him so
that, suddenly, they slowed in air. His hand slapped against her shirt,
bundled in the front, and pulled her in. Their spin sped. Jaws snapped
air just short of her face, which splattered blood all over her. A spout
of fire gave them updraft, and, she suspected, a decent good char. Ewon
hit the chain and they jerked right and down, suddenly free of the
beast’s tail. And falling. She pieced together that the barge’s tallest
boom was coming at them. Nimpeth raced up along it and leapt. She caught
the chain and arched for the deep river. They struck it seconds after.
Lusis shot to the surface right behind Amathon.
Nimpeth was already out of the river and staring at the Elfking. She was frozen in her tracks.
blade out, wet to the skin, he slunk back through the water with the
great blunt head of the serpent before him. Nearly above him. Because,
somehow, he was so absurdly close to it, now, that its heat was drying
his steel. Closer than he’d allowed before. He eased nearer still,
almost under its chin. And he watched it and moved so warily. Part of
this was surely that it couldn’t see well anymore. So the Elfking stayed
in its blind spots. It couldn’t taste the air for him, at all. Yet it
heard the slow glide of the river water around his soft motions, but
didn’t attack. It just wasn’t sure. And in those margins, the King put
his faith. In those margins the King endured.
“Make noise,” Lusis shouted for the Rangers.
skidded to a stop in the stony shallows and stood silent. It was a kind
of fit of helpless motion. There was nothing she could do but distract.
Aric bellowed at the creature. “Are you done yet, you ugly beast!?”
joined him, “Can’t you find us over here, monster!?” and, just behind
him on the deck house, Steed threw down his exhausted quiver and pulled
his sword into ready service.
Lusis’ eyes found Icar by the
shoreline, guarding the escape of Lake Township mourners to the shore.
He panted, a hand plastered to the burn on his neck, and directed them
to head out of the monster’s easy access and along the shelter of
Then she broke for shore as quickly as
she could, her eyes never leaving the Elfking. His slow motions were
like some summoning magic as he eased around the massive head of the
creature, he went further up onto the shallows. His concentration was
absolute. She watched the steady flame inside of him build with a kind
of fascinated horror, afraid for him. Afraid he would burn. But the King
was entirely calm. He was beautifully poised as he extended his silver
sword out beside him. The great lizard limped a final step, pulled in a
deep breath of air, and released a stream of flame.
And the King did not move as it billowed out.
Lusis, the world slowed down. Her feet reached the stones of the
shallows. Her sword came up, she ran for the King, but she could not
make it to him in time.
As the flame reached for his clothes, he
caught the edge of his cape and spun aside. His long hands met on the
grip of the long silver blade. River water shot up along its grooves as
it cut an arch in air. It became a silvery scythe. He lopped the
creature’s head clean off.
The fire died in a gout of steam.
she hadn’t been in such a battle-fueled state she knew she would have
failed to see it: that graceful evasion that had morphed into a deadly
cleave. He kept turning out of the way and then leapt through air onto a
boom. Fire poured out of the severed body and shot up the side of the
Icar plunged in the water to avoid it.
The people of Lake Township were frozen in the shallows, safely out of reach.
Elfking dropped into water up to his sternum and whispered at the hill.
Water swelled on his side of the river. It flowed down into the belly
of the monster to put it out, and it flowed up the hillside.
it was over, and he stood with the white-hot flame inside his
breastplate slowly sinking down to the steady tongue of fire that it
generally embodied. He took steps back into deeper water that Lusis
characterized as involuntary. Exerting one’s will over nature was
taxing, she gathered.
But he recovered himself before Ewon – who’d
nearly hacked through the beast’s spine – leaped to the river, and the
blood, to assist his Lord.
Blood lapped on the shore. There was
quiet, except for the trickle of run-off downhill and the slosh of legs
through water. Lusis reached the Elfking and scanned him for any hurt,
but he seemed untouched, apart from some scorching on his cloak where
he’d collided with the burning beast.
He paused in the shallows,
picked up the heavy head of the lizard, and carried it to where Icar and
Jan Kasia stood. There, he dropped it at the Master of Boat’s feet and
kept going. The great Elfking walked along the huddle of humans on his
way to shore and the shock-white face of the young boy’s mother pushed
through the crowd to him. Her hand pressed to his steel breast plate.
“No.” Nimpeth hurried along to tell her quietly, “No-no.”
This dissuaded the human woman not at all.
Elfking nodded in acknowledgement, and kept walking. The woman behind
him, bowed her gratitude. She looked stronger. Satisfied.
Elfking continued along the starboard until he found the cut ties in the
water, and whistled up the bull elk. He wrapped the ropes in those huge
horns. The beast pulled the drifting barge to rights against the
tie-up. He was keen to get the humans seen to, so that he could see to
his own fatigue and wet steel.
“And the barge horses will have
their heads in a Long Lake manger before full dark,” Amathon said in
what had to be elven humor, or so the Rangers thought. They were the
The Elfking glanced in their direction and smirked.
“Then you can pull the barge to Lake Township.” He took the rope from
the elk’s head and looped it along the stone anchors at shore. Then
straightened and stretched. His gaze fell on Jan Kasia. “Once the flesh
rots from that Fire Salamander’s skull, you can mount it at your
The Master of Boats blinked at the Elfking. “We are… obliged, my Lord. We are… in your debt.”
is a matter for the Kingdom’s seneschal.” The Elfking shut his eyes and
raised his head into the moonlight that broke over the ridge. “Take it
up with him. The rest you owe to the Northern Rangers.” His voice was
With the dark on them, the water was, once again, freezing.
Lusis limped behind the King, and shivered. His hair was so wet it was
plastered to him in one long line. He paused only to take off the
circlet and toss it to Nimpeth, which she caught one-handed and folded
into cloth to dry. He smoothed his hair into attractive disarray. He
glanced at his elves, “Why is there a Fire Salamander in my river?” As
if they could produce it’s paperwork to be there.
“Elfking,” the Master of Boats hailed him. “Come aboard by our fires.”
was exhausted, the King. He glanced over his Elites, “Shall we?” But it
wasn’t a question. He was telling them to follow. The people of Lake
Township were hustling things around, and had pulled out braziers they
now hurried to light.
Lusis glanced up to see Steed, Redd, and
Aric aboard, and rounded up Icar. She was spending the night drying off
somewhere warmer than the woods, and Icar was getting a salve on his
burnt neck. That was for certain.
She sat aboard with her men on
one side, and the King on the other. His Elites had to cut the
Elvenking’s breastplate off. Impacts with the serpent had both fused the
buckles holding it, and collapsed it into his ribs. He gave a hiss as
the knife Nimpeth used touched his pale skin. Redd heard this and got up
to help. He was massively strong, and, could keep the steel plates
compressing the king open enough for the elves to work. In the end, he
caught the steel sculpted to fit the King’s long back as it dropped
away. It was a broad piece in very good metal, patterned with small
feathers, and Lusis hoped they could fix it.
The King was
saturated, his clothes and hair sticking to him, but he could breathe
easily again, so he folded his long legs up toward him and leaned on the
wall of the barge, just drinking the free air. Nimpeth carefully set
the circlet beside him on the deck. There was great reverence there.
Lusis got the impression only the Elfking had the experience to behead that beast.
owing to the fact they were all soaked, they were very subdued. This
wasn’t exactly a problem on a ship ferrying the dead. The general
excitement circled around getting things and handing them over to the
Elites. Wool blankets. Flasks of wine the Elfking waved away. He got out
of his long coat and it was set out to dry by the brazier. The shirt
underneath gaped open to just under the nest of his throat, which was
simply not proper for an elf. His shoulders were bare. Tremendous
shoulders – beautifully formed as if by some great elf artisan, just
like the wet shadows along his breathing torso.
Lusis cocked her
head at the massive bruise that painted his otherwise cherry-petal skin
blue. How much force did it take to collapse a pauldron of such high
quality the way this creature had?
“Fire Salamander.” The Elfking
drew the words out, rolled his eyes, set his head back against the wood,
and sighed. “How is it we can slay the greatest evil of all the Ages
and not find peace? It is tiresome.”
Jan Kasia sat down among
them. He offered them a flatbread with savoury meat and thick rice
folded inside, seemingly to soak up the juices. Lusis dug in and found
the stuff fragrant and delicious. In fact, all the Rangers went between
the wine and the meat bread. And she tried not to stare at the King just
to watch him breathing.
Kasia extended a flatbread to Nimpeth and she refused him.
“They don’t fancy meat,” Redd detained the man’s hand and smiled. “Don’t let it bother you. They just don’t eat a lot of it.”
groused over his second glass of wine, “They didn’t seem to have a
problem with fish stew.” He looked up at the four elves whose backs were
against the wood wall of the ship, and who – with the exception of the
King – all seemed very strained on the barge. “My question is… what’s
that about? Are the fish not your friends?”
The Elfking’s icy eyes darted over. “Your Ranger friend is in his cups.” He seemed mildly amazed, “Already.”
“Come on,” she took away his mug and replaced it with her water. “That’s enough for you, Aric.”
“I don’t get it, though. Fish is meat, right?” he shook his head. “And I’m fine.”
you see, we had a rather long Eastward voyage across the open ocean at
one point, and one thing you may notice about the open ocean, Aric
Awnson,” his hand gestured a flat sweep through air, “no land, but an
ample supply… of fish.” the Elfking’s tone was exactly the sort one used
with a child.
Aric’s lip curled. “What? Were you there?”
“Hit him again,” the Elfking indicated Icar.
ducked this time, and then swung out his hands, “Do you see, Lusis? Why
are you putting your neck out for this Elfking? He’s sharp, and cold.
Lusis elbowed the young Ranger, hard. This
mightn’t have been so bad if Icar hadn’t also smacked him in the back of
the head with the flat of his hand.
“Well, it’s not untrue at least,” Jan Kasia scoffed. “You are haughty. You are ruthless.” He said.
“Might as well complain ‘You are King’.” Redd growled a warning.
we’re to enumerate my flaws we will be here a while, Master of Boats,”
the Elfking sipped a mug of tea that Ewon had boiled, and then cooled,
for him. He finished with a dry, “I’ve been alive for a while.” And no
apology in his silver-moonlit eyes. His head tipped. It was an entirely
different alchemy when one could see the pale column of his white neck.
Lusis had to look away.
The bruise darkened on his sculpted shoulder. He stretched his back slowly.
glanced across from the Elfking to Kasia. If they were sharing, she was
obstinate and uncompromising. Many people had told her so. She’d still
helped to save these Lake Township citizens tonight. And so had the
King. “He gave you a Fire Salamander’s head. Come on, man. That used to
win a lady’s hand.”
Redd and Steed started to laugh. Aric would have joined if he hadn’t been fuming.
“Romance is dead.” Lusis’ tone was wry.
frowned disdainfully in her direction, but she fretted little over
displeasures that came without threats, shackles, or bladed weapons. In
her opinion, both these men were of breeding, powerful, and well-off.
Both were handsome or beautiful and headstrong. Pride may well have been
a failing they shared. Like having hot tempers. She set down her cup.
swept water beads off her lap and noted, “It’s clear to me that we did
well working together. We did better than we would have done apart. And I
can only smile at the notion of nit-picking when we all might have gone
up in flames if we hadn’t pulled together.”
The Elfking’s head
tipped. Whatever cutting remark passed behind his moonlight eyes, he
managed to throttle it to submission. “Peace,” he said, caught his long
hair – blue-silver under the moonlight – and twisted it ferociously.
Water ran down the bruised muscle gliding in his shoulder.
released his hair into artful disorder. And glanced down at the circlet
as if it was too much bother. Lusis shook her head as she looked at him.
“Sincerely. He is not of this earth,” Aric muttered. Annoyed, he tore into another flatbread.
opened a fur-lined blanket and draped it over his King’s long legs.
Then he pivoted around the rail – rather than pass between the King and
his conversations – to examine the bruising. Thranduil continued to
drink his tea, his long arms an artistic marvel. “Your problem is not my
avarice, my vanity, it’s not me, Master of Boats,” he shot a hot glance
at Ewon, who, after causing him pain, inclined his head at the King.
“It’s no longer about the Fire Salamander who burnt through your rudder
chains and set the boats in flames. Though… she may have a brood of eggs
hereabouts. My patrols will clear them out.”
“And what do you suppose my problem is?” Kasia scoffed.
Elfking actually had to breathe deeply to keep from snarling. “It’s
that eight men are dead, but they didn’t appear to die of burns or
drowning. And that Fire Salamanders have no need of a man’s eyes. Do try
to pay attention.”
Kasia cocked his head, “How… do you know it wasn’t drowning that killed them?”
Elfking’s eyes averted under thick lashes. “We know.” His gaze bounced
up, “Aside from which, I would assume you insist your barge workers know
how to swim, yes?”
“It’s required,” Kasia cocked his head.
the Elfking’s brows rose a faction, and he glanced at Ewon’s hands.
They moved his long arm to test the function of the bruised shoulder
joint. The Lord’s pale eyes widened a moment, “Careful, Ewon. That one
is connected to the tea.” He lifted the cup a fraction in demonstration.
my King,” Ewon tried not to smile and failed. They were very old
friends. He’d served Oropher well, and known Thranduil when he’d been a
stormy and headstrong Prince, not yet a fiery and proud King. He sat
back on his heels and nodded, quite serious now, “It must be attended
to. And you must rest. Also your hair is a state, my Lord.”
The King’s voice was spent. “Oh, the world will end.” He sipped tea.
Redd burbled with laughter, “Did you miss that little row his Majesty had with a flaming lizard?”
The Elfking tipped his head back a little so his silvery gaze found Ewon. “Did you?”
“I did not,” Ewon exhaled. He wasn’t known for speaking much. “You are injured, my King. You must rest and be healed.”
didn’t seem terribly entertaining to the Elfking. He curled up his long
legs. “There is the matter of what killed the men, what took their
eyes,” he looked aside at Lusis, “Master of Boats.” Now he looked back
at Kasia. “We must remain vigilant.”
But that wasn’t for the king
that night. He curled against the side of the barge in the moonlight,
still as a statue for Ewon’s healing work. The bruise ran far enough
across his back that the back of his neck was purpling. In spite of the
discomfort, he remained still and looked dreamily asleep.
Ewon’s fingertips had that same steady glow, connected back to his elven
chest, which was illuminated by a steady tongue of flame.
Magic, Lusis thought as she watched blearily from her wool cocoon.
sort of forces that had allowed the Elvenking to douse the burning
hillside before it had become burning furlongs, the power that let Ewon
heal, it was wearisome.
Her eyes skipped down to his back as Ewon’s precise fingers planted light in the King’s flesh.
She felt reassured because the flame she saw in the King was as golden and constant as ever.
She shut her eyes, her promise unbroken.
Downriver, the forests thinned and fell to tree-dotted fields still thick, in shadows, with snow.
Rangers looked at one another and, almost as one, unfolded the reins.
Their horses blew by the elves. The King’s great elk spooked aside. It
took the Elfking a moment to realize they were racing. He set his elk
into a leg-stretching canter.
The canter ate ground steadily, even though the land was slowly tilting up in this area.
new draft horses from the barge weren’t fast enough to keep pace, but
they smelled their pastures at this close distance, and that brought
them from a trot to a canter all their own. The barge surged toward
Lusis crested a final bending hill and could see the Long
Lake before her, and a plain, and a massive, solitary mountain. It was
positively beautiful under the spring sun. And the land around the lake
was dotted with so many settlements!
“The Lonely Mountain,” Redd
called out to them all. “Home to Thrain, his good son, Thorin, and the
bones of a dragon, it’s said. Or… it should have been the home to
Thorin. If the powers played fair.”
Lusis looked at the sky and frowned, “They rarely do.”
stood at the bend with the barge coming up to the final swell. Beyond
it was the great eddy of convection that led into Lake Township. It sat
on the mouth of the river, a new city, mostly of salvaged stone and
wood. It was an interesting character. Prettily painted in colours that
complemented the land and spring. The elk belted by. The King was
relaxed as he watched the river, his hair bone white in the sun, and
“You gonna let him beat us?” Lusis got her horse around
and chased him. Then they rode in a line of Rangers stretched out beside
The Master of Boats had an extensive dockyards, with
many storage buildings, tie-ups, jetties, and booms for hoisting
smaller boats for repairs. Many ships were at dock. The Rangers slowed.
But the King’s elk sprang onto the extensive wood quay and kept to a
rolling canter. People shot in all directions to clear a path.
wharf ran along the bottom of the quay, just above the surface of the
water, and the horses pulling the barge vanished into this space. The
ropes to them were freed from the barge, and workers shot out to
intervene with the coasting ship. Long staves came out to slow them,
both from the dock and from the barge.
Jan Kasia watched the
Elfking from the prow of his ship. The great elk was fast and agile. It
leapt onto the main quay so that when the ship came to a stop and the
plank came out to its starboard, the Elfking was there to meet it.
his frustration with so excellent a deed, and so vexing a river
overlord, Kasia had the boom swing the head of the Fire Salamander from
the deck to the dock. It was in a crate now, but, with its delivery, and
their return, it was clear that the King thought this one matter
settled. He backed the great elk up several steps and then turned him to
look back the way he’d come. It was a sea of human faces.
horses came down the stairs. Amathon rode along in front of Ewon and
then Nimpeth. Amathon’s blood bay was in an elevated trot as that gave
the most warning to people who had to get out of the way. Nimpeth stood
up on the hindquarters of her roan mare, bow in hand and sheath of
arrows at her side, the better to see the King. Ewon’s dappled horse was
quiet and fleet. He spotted a pair of children on the dock, both gazing
up at him excitedly, and smiled down at them.
Beyond the wind over the ships and distant birds calling, there was no sound.
stared at the velvet ripples of white-gold elf hair, which was the only
thing in motion about the King, and he realized that this vexing river
King was a being of great and excellent deeds. Which gave him an idea.
Kasia stood on the dock and hailed the man. The elk turned in place,
nimble, like all of its hooves had stood on a platter that, itself, had
turned. “You can rely on the hospitality of Lake Township for the night.
It’s been a long way.” He left it at that, and stood his ground as the
great elk drew in on him.
The elves reached and ringed their King.
and her Ranger brethren had tied up their horses at a post and left
Steed watching them. She, Redd, Aric, and Icar walked the way that the
elves had passed and came to a stop with them. She looked around her
excitedly. “It wasn’t like this last time I was here. It’s built up in
the last five years.”
“I wouldn’t mind being around human company
again.” Aric smiled at the prospect of human women for company and Icar
rolled his eyes.
The King tugged his right rein and the huge elk
turned in Kasia’s direction. He said nothing, which was probably
difficult for a human to interpret. Lusis peeked around the flank of the
deer and nodded in Kasia’s direction to help. The fact the King had
quietly turned to face him meant that the offer had been accepted. It
was all in the body direction and little changes in posture.
glanced from her up to the King – the sun glinting off his circlet and
sword hilts. He backed up a few steps, and the King drew ahead. So it
was he decided that Lusis was right, and he turned and walked toward a
large complex of wood buildings. They had tall, angular rooftops to
avoid the crush of snow at winter. The architecture was foreign to the
Elvenking. It lacked elven intricacy and delicacy, but it didn’t want
for its own stamp of grandeur and beauty.
The range of colours
interested him. There was little weathering inside the Halls – most of
them were not exposed to open air like these houses, and the weathering
changed colour intensity. Here, the stains used on houses didn’t
resemble the natural colour palettes the elves favored. He found it
curiously appealing. He overlooked the township rising from the banks
behind him. “Like a bed of flowers,” he said softly.
from the barge were around him, and seemed pleased with this assessment.
They followed him inside huge double doors when Kasia turned them all
toward a central building.
In fact, Kasia’s last command was that the crate with the ‘Serpent’s head’ be brought inside and down to cold storage.
was much chatter after that. Such a massive crate that it needed to be
moved via booms, and a team of draft horses was needed to drag the
sledge on which it sat.
The King didn’t dismount going in either.
The bull elk walked carefully over wooden floors. The inside was clean,
bright, and orderly. Men looked up from their ledgers and stared. The
front section was a cavernous warehouse of crates and storage, but the
back was not. The King, who, doubtless, cataloged all these numbers of
goods, slipped from the bull elk. All the elves dismounted as one.
“We have stables.” Kasia looked at the elk in speculation.
the Elfking’s lips curved in amusement, though it faded quickly. “Do
you have fields, Master of Boats? I don’t believe he will relish a
Arrangements were made for the King’s elk, who was then
told where to go by the King, and released – something so baffling to
Kasia that he had men follow the elk to make sure it went to the proper
treed pasture. Which, they reported in amazement, It did.
Kasia wound up giving a tour of his facilities. On the surface of
things, it didn’t seem to be something that the Elfking would care
about, but he was a very shrewd man when it came to the business of his
kingdom and good with numbers. He followed all of this well, and seemed
content with the balance sheet in his head.
“Humans are an
industrious lot, given to progress.” He said quietly. He was overlooking
the floor of the building where shipments were tallied and payments
were made to the ‘King of the River’. Lusis watched the men below
closely. There was no hostility to be seen among them, but they were
pale with fright that the previously invisible ‘Elfking of the wilds’
that they paid tithe to – and half of them expected this had been
Kasia’s personal cut, she suspected – had actually appeared in the
flesh. She could see the value of having King Thranduil come here. It
put a glorious face to the tithe, clearly the face of a King, and that
let the pressure off of Kasia. It must have stewed there, from
time-to-time. When men shot him dark glances and whispered about his
cut, his greed. It gave the men someone else to blame. The King must
have been aware of this too, because he kept his Elites close to him
here. It wasn’t just that these were humans, she’d seen him at ease with
them, but that these were humans who had a very longstanding dispute
with him. Even though they’d never seen him before. No trouble came of
it at that point, and they made their way to Kasia’s lodgings.
daughter was named Avonne. She was seven, quiet, and sweet natured. She
saw the Elfking as he came from the business and crossed the large
courtyard to the Kasia lodgings. Properly, it was a rather large wooden
lodge. As soon as the King came through the door, the small girl began
following him. Her father and the King were still talking about business
as Kasia greeted his staff and led them all to a massive fireplace.
soon as they were seated, Ewon started tying cats-cradles of thin,
silvery elven rope in air for the girl. She mangled the other end of his
rope into knots. By the time Kasia and the Elfking had finished, and
Kasia looked to his daughter, he found her sitting with Ewon, Redd,
Steed and Aric, learning how to tie knots. Close by was Nimpeth, whose
features were soft at last.
“Elves like children, I think,” Lusis
told their human host quietly. “I mean they’re good with children, or
they seem to be. Not like them to eat them or anything. Just in case
your wife comes in here and panics.”
“Ah,” he nodded and his smile
faded. “My wife will never come in here again, Ranger. Or go anywhere
in this world.” He gathered himself and turned to the wide-eyed
head-butler of his home. “Rooms for the guests. Spare nothing. This is
the Elfking of Mirkwood, and he’s had a long journey here, though not a
He stepped aside to arrange for their stay and was
unaware of the Elfking’s eyes following him. They turned to take in the
grand room from there, and the painting on the mantle – a blonde woman
with large grey eyes.
Kasia’s wife had died. Lusis purposefully
didn’t look at the Elfking. His wife had been killed. These two had a
lot in common between them, but she suspected their handling of these
losses had been very different.
Avonne, though, proved to be
absolutely in love with Thranduil’s long, pale hair. She was a blonde
herself, but her hair was much darker. She snuck every opportunity to
touch the Elfking’s hair that a little girl could dream up. It made
Lusis’s fingers itch. She wondered if it was really that wonderful.
proved very hard to explain to the staff that the elves did not eat
meat, and that this was not a matter of their believing that humans
couldn’t cook the stuff. Therefore, they snuck it into dishes, which had
the net result of making the Elfking, at one point, chuckle at their
She didn’t think he had that setting.
on the other hand, slapped his forehead with the flat of his hand. “Tell
them fish. White and pink. No more rabbit. Or bird. Or, for the love of
the Stars, no deer.” He gestured roughly toward his collected serving
staff, well out of sight of the elves, and admonished, “He talks to
deer, for pity’s sake. He rode in here on a massive elk.”
had this second hand from Icar, who’d almost been unable to relate it,
he’d been laughing so hard. Tears had run down his face, and Nimpeth had
worried he was in some distress.
The other thing giving Kasia
grey hair was the fact nothing on earth could dissuade Avonne from
climbing on the Elfking. She sat beside him and leaned against his arm
when the adults curled on hide couches and had aperitifs. She got up in
his lap at dinner and helped him identify the meat squirreled away on
his plate. She explained the different dessert selections – elves were
almost wholly unfamiliar with this extension of a meal – and, when the
sweetness didn’t agree with the elves, she volunteered to sit in the
King’s lap and show them how to eat dessert – the reward for the rest of
the meal – properly.
“She likes you,” Kasia said some time after.
Avonne had fallen asleep while the Elfking talked business. “She
usually only sticks to me that way.”
The Elfking swirled his wine,
“There is some hope in this acceptance. If only for the future, should
she follow the natural order and come to run this place. Perhaps. I will
know her face.”
“And she’ll know your hair. Aside from which… I don’t hate you,” Kasia sighed. “You are a terrible inconvenience to my wealth.”
run a Kingdom,” the Elfking curled his long legs up under him without
shifting the child much at all. “Tally that on your blotter.” He
stretched out his arm, still stiff from healing.
“You strike me as
a bit fierce for that. Before I got you into the offices, I didn’t
reckon you to have a head for this sort of thing. Not like Eithahawn,
your seneschal. I actually feel… bad,” he raised his glass, “at times,
giving that one trouble.” Then he chuckled, “He has such patience, such
grounding in the law and reason, and such huge innocuous eyes when he
“Ah, yes. Eithahawn. I’ve known him since he was
born,” the King smothered a smile and glanced down at Avonne. “A long
time, I suspect, in your years…. His family was massacred. He could find
no rest after that, unless it was like this.” He indicated the child
sleeping on him, “My own son. For a long time after his mother passed
from this shore, he – we – could not stand one another’s company. I
suspect Elves do not mourn the same way. I am sorry for your loss,
Master of Boats.”
That had come out in a fragmented jumble. The
Elfking’s face, now so solemn, never shifted, never betrayed anything
but a mild distress, as he watched the girl’s blonde head against the
fine silk of his jacket, perhaps imagining others.
finished, “You have not failed in this. She is a happy little creature.”
His expression softened. “Peacefully adrift.”
“It’s past her bedtime,” Kasia smiled and had the governess come and take her away to bed.
was snowing as the King walked the upper floor to the room that had
been assigned him. The hall there was very wide, and windows ran the
entire length. His footfalls sank into rugs, and the entire arrangement
agreed with the Elfking. He felt closer to the outside where it was…
late winter in this elevation. He stared out at the stables and cobbled
yard and the business buildings. Walking up the hall, he could see the
city beyond and the Lonely Mountain, and was made simply happy by the
“The Dwarves chose a lovely place,” he said
aloud, “but harsh. And now these humans…. Look at all these doors.” As
they wound down for the night, the elves pinned theirs open, and the
Rangers shut theirs. The staff marveled at the difference in them. But
to Kasia himself, it was just a reminder of how open the guest halls
The Elfking had the grandest of guest rooms – massive, well
ornamented, with a huge claw-foot tub, and even larger fireplace – and
was unlikely to forget it. The bed was a four-posted monster, carved in
pale wood to resemble pillars from the Lonely Mountain. “Goodness, it
would fit scores of dwarves. Maybe all of them.”
He undressed and
let Ewon fuss with his injured shoulder and arm. The bruising crossed
the broadness of his pale back almost to the other side of him.
healing made him heavy. The heaviness made him curl up on the bedding.
Maybe all elves slept like cats? Lusis, who sat on a bench in the
hallway and looked in the door, was listening, but pointedly stopped
looking at the King in such a state of undress.
She found the nerve to turn her back to him to avoid temptation and slowly fell asleep herself.
A cry rang out. It ricocheted through her.
Lusis was in motion. She rolled to the floor and ducked under the bed. Bench.
Where was she?
Jan Kasia’s place.
And she’d dreamt someone screamed.
She slid out from under the bench. Ewon, fully dressed, held a hand out
to stay her. She could only just make him out in the dark. Nimpeth
slunk from her room and into the King’s in one low and boneless motion.
The King wasn’t in his bed anymore.
Aric was crouched in the doorway of his room. “Damn windows.” He muttered.
Lusis stayed low and loped down the hall. She tapped the door to Redd’s room. “Did you hear that, Redd?”
“I did. If I open this door, it will be obvious I did.” He added, gruffly. “There’s an inside hall. I’ll see you shortly.”
The cry rang out again, and the clopping of boots.
outside,” the Elfking said. He was clothed again, his circlet in place,
and his hair spilling over the armour that Nimpeth and Amathon had
spent half the night at Kasia’s forge repairing. He loped out into the
hall and was down the stairs before any lamps came on in the area.
stepped outside into a night cold enough to make Lusis muffle a few
coughs against her sleeve. Crisp air took a moment to absorb.
“Hang back,” the Elfking cautioned. “Lest we be blamed for this calamity.”
and Aric were already through the yard by the time he’d finished the
sentence. Most of the Rangers were close on her heels. Icar hung back –
as she’d discussed with him that, in her absence, he was to safeguard
The Elfking gave a soft hiss and followed the young
and disobedient Rangers, which brought his elves along. They were
through the yard and rounding the building when Kasia, cloaked in a huge
fur, and the security who toured his properties appeared – Kasia from
the house with a trio of swordsmen, and the business’ security, from
various directions ahead.
“Sir,” the men recognized Kasia right away. “The Rangers are already on the docks.”
Kasia pulled his hood around him, still fastening on the long fur, “What’s happened?”
not sure.” One of the larger men came around the back of the main
building with a huge spear in hand. “Stay back, sir, and away from the-”
Elfking brushed past the spearman and Kasia followed the elf,
fearlessly. When the white-steel flickering of sword came out, the light
of the lamp that the house-guards carried ran across its lines. It
looked like a tongue of fire, long and merciless, from the Elfking’s
As one, Amathon and Nimpeth pulled blades – a sword and two fighting blades respectively.
not to be outdone, had his sword out and was just ahead and to the left
of the King, seeing as the white snaking sword was on the King’s right.
In the darkness ahead Ewon’s low voice spoke a few rolling lines in Elvish.
“What was that?” Kasia asked.
“He said,” the Elfking’s graceful head lifted in the dark. “It is bad.”
“Oh,” Kasia rolled his shoulder and looked at his head of security. “Sounded like more.”
“I’m sure it was,” Lusis stepped out from the shadows of the main building’s wall and inclined her head to the King.
He wasn’t surprised, the Elfking. “Lusis Buckmaster, do not run off again.”
She was startled to find him so adamant. His tone was colder than the night air.
And then it moderated, “Now take me where it is.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
He followed her through shadows, Kasia with him.
Master of Boats reached out to point at the water. “Those crest shaped
lamps? That’s the local forces, hereabouts – Aimes’ Men, since they were
hired to patrol town by Master Aimes. Not that there are many left who
still carry out that service, with Aimes in the ground. He was the man
in charge in Lake Township. They’re already there. There’s no reason for
“Dead woman,” Lusis frowned back at the Elfking. “Eyes are missing. Redd and I found her first. We can answer any questions.”
and Steed stepped around the mouth of the alley. Their presence on the
docks wasn’t unusual. There were people starting to gather from other
parts. The Elfking walked out into the gentle snowfall. He could easily
see from the edge of the dock the body of the woman stretched in the
small vessel below. Her blank, red sockets steamed in the cold.
Kasia set a hand over his mouth to keep from swearing, but the elves didn’t change a whit.
are not needed here.” The Elfking agreed, and as he turned, his quick
hands slid sword to sheath in one lambent movement. But he didn’t walk
away. Instead, he glanced over his tall shoulder to Lusis. It held a
moment longer than it generally would, and was considerably colder. When
he set off, she knew he expected for her to follow him. And since she
was aware, it was precisely what she did. This specific means of death
in the snowfall of this vivid little town had disappointed him. He was
now angry and on edge. She needn’t rub salt into that.
their way inside as a mismatched group – Kasia’s men, the Elfking’s, and
her own. Inside the door, he glided through the foyer into the main
room beyond, and his long cloak buckled in the heat from the fires
there. Many of the staff stood, having seen the lights and heard the
commotion outside. The elves were quite intimidating coming in.
looked stricken and nearly collapsed, but that the King deigned to
catch hold of his elbow and lower him into a chair. It was easy to
forget that many people had never seen this kind of death before.
Kasia’s hands shook as he cupped them over his face a moment. He looked
out and up at the tall and beautiful Elfking, “Was it the bodies? Was it
that I brought the bodies from the Halls to be buried?”
deaths happened in the Halls.” The King stood over him, cold, and
unamused. Lusis might have warned Kasia that this was no time for trying
the King’s patience, but there had been no time. Now the Elfking’s
voice came out with the sharp crack of a whip under its tones, “What
aren’t you telling us, Kasia? What is the real reason you insisted we
stay here? I doubt it was for my wellbeing as you care nothing for the
Kingdom but to refute the idea you should pay for the safety of the
“I was wrong,” he said airlessly. “I thought with the dark
powers gone from that cursed burning Mountain and stone ruin in the
South, the woods and river would be safe. But there are yet troubles in
the land. Monsters, like the head in that crate. And there are men
coming this way on word that travel is possible without legions of orcs
and goblins abroad, men such as I’ve never seen. Even trying to get the
loaded barges to the river, we have need of guards nowadays. And yet we
cannot seem to find enough.”
The Elfking’s long stare didn’t
abate. His head tilted in the firelight, and he listened to the troubles
of a man who was not a King.
“We need help.” Kasia shook his head
and looked up at the King. “You took that beast down, just a small
handful of you, in minutes. It would have climbed in this Long Lake and
lived for years among us, a blight.”
The King’s brows went up. He
sounded somewhat mollified. “We are not Lake Townships forces to patrol
your people, Master of Boats. We are wood-folk and our charge is the
long river and deep forests. What services you need for a human town are
far better served by hiring Lusis and her men than my elven guard. You
need Rangers. One of them is worth a section of human men.”
exchanged a glance with Steed, who managed to look pretty proud of
himself and then hid it by looking at the floor. Aric and Icar looked to
Lusis instead. If there was call for them and she was amenable, it was
clear they would work here. The area was bustling, and Icar had already
reported that there was an old library whose books had survived a dragon
and been moved here. Though Hale’s surviving books and records, Redd
reported, were in the Hoard.
“Your elves are out there,” Kasia
exclaimed. “It’s only that they’re outside the town. I’m told they will
not come in it. The Master of Forests was greeted by one – a woman stood
at the side of the river in plain sight of him. They are out there.”
“I am aware.”
do they not come in it?” He got to his feet. “How did they let such a
thing in? Didn’t you charge them with protecting this place?”
charge is ever to protect the wood and river,” the Elfking’s body
pivoted to the fire, which lit his hair brilliant white. “They are not
yours to command, Kasia. They are mine.”
He walked to the King in
challenge. “How could you let a monster in here!?” The house staff
clumped together at the mention of the word.
The Elfking circled
Jan Kasia. He spoke slowly, each word like a drumming drop of blood, “I
am not your King.” His silvery eyes were agleam and it was impossible
not to notice that his pupils, swollen in the firelight, retained an
alien, slightly oval, shape. “I am not your kind.”
He shut his eyes, “You have so much power. And this place is badly in need of a King.”
stepped back from him and glanced around himself, almost as if lost, or
woken up in an outlandish place. His next words came out in a little
hiss of air. “Kasia, this shock has left you unwell. I can pardon it in
light of the fact civil men do not see what you have seen. But I remind
you there is a Master of this town, and that I tax the people of these
lands for use of my river, and punish them for misuse of my forest.
Knives are turned at my back here.”
“You really aren’t aware?” Kasia watched the Elfking pace before the fire.
the Elfking’s teeth flashed. He bent in at the man, his head tipped,
and looking, in that moment, truly vicious. “What. More?”
hair stood on end. He was one of those wonders that was as terrifying as
it was beautiful, like a vast glacier, or a deep ocean. An old and
formidable thing with the power to destroy. She held a hand out to stay
Aric in case he breathed a word. But he didn’t. He merely stared in
Kasia sucked air to speak, “The Master here. He’d
been Master for weeks. Like the forces, the Masters keep meeting with
misfortune along these shores.” He caught the Elfking’s eyes. “Authority
is crumbling along the Long Lake, King of the River. The population is
swollen with men from prisons broken open during the war in the enemy’s
hopes of creating chaos, and now they come to raid the gold of the
“Dwarf gold. Men’s gold.” The Elfking shut his eyes. “Go to the dwarves with this.”
Kasia laughed harshly. “Their cut goes through long, deep tunnels that
lead to the Iron Hills. They want no truck with men. They are hardly
ever seen! Perhaps you could speak to-”
The King’s hair fanned he turned away so sharply, “You would not want that.”
“Oh, we would.”
last dwarf King from among the Longbeards of Lonely Mountain that I did
business with, he withheld my goods and ignored my words of warning.
His Prince shot an arrow at my elk while I was on it. My help would be
no help at all.”
“And you laid an elven sword over his grave, my Lord,” Amathon interjected quietly.
The Elfking’s eloquent lips snarled, “He would have spit on me for the kindness.”
Ewon made a soft hiss between his teeth. As far as Lusis could tell, that was, set on its own, very emphatic among their kind.
elves, dwarves are a proud race. It is often forgotten that they are.
And that they do not relent.” Now Thranduil looked at the doors to this
human place. His chest worked the steel plate overlying it so the
leather bindings creaked, but his temper held.
Kasia sucked a deep
breath in through his nose and exhaled slowly, “Chaos is coming,
Elfking. There will be lawlessness in these parts. Nothing will protect
the Halls from these raiders. And I know, now, that I can try to accept
you as my Lord. You saw the awe in people’s faces, and there was hope.
They can accept you, I swear it.”
“My army will protect my Halls from these raiders,” the Elfking said softly.
this, Kasia looked nearly bereft. He couldn’t speak. But no one could.
Lusis was breathless, planning – which Rangers she could reach, if she
could impel them to leave their fighting in the North and police the
land here, if they would be enough, and where was most strategic for her
own force of men. And the unspoken words in the room weighed the air
like toxins, suddenly.
If the Elfking would not help them, then
the good people of Lake Township and other towns in the area would be
overwhelmed. The vandals would roll down the Forest and the elves would
kill them, yes, surely. But it would be too late for the people of Long
“This empty world,” the Elfking exhaled at last. “It asks so
much. It takes so much.” He turned from the fire and the room and
walked to the doors, thinking. “I said to Merilin to go to Long Lake and
encamp in the woodlands thereabouts. His section was to monitor the
waterway and passage into Long Lake, not to interfere with men.”
Long Lake. To an elf I bet that means into Long Lake from Forest
River,” Lusis said aloud. She’d caught the Elfking’s emphasis.
The pale King turned toward the Elites with him. “Ewon, summon Merilin and his section.”
The elf bowed and darted out into the night.
go with him.” The Elfking told the black-haired elf woman, and she
simply vanished from the room, she moved so quickly. Now he turned to
Kasia. “I am not a King of men. Men cannot accept one such as I am. I
promise you that.”
“The section is coming here?” Kasia got up from where he’d collapsed into a seat.
The King noted, “A section is a mere thirty elves.”
Kasia laughed a moment and then wiped an eye, “Mere.”
are here to report to me.” The Elfking said, “They are not going to
become a part of your human forces, Kasia. I am not a deliverer. Not of
elves or men.”
Amathon glanced at the King sharply when he said
this, and stared at him. Clearly, there was a passionate difference of
opinion on that matter.
The Elfking glanced to his right, not at Amathon, but at Lusis. “Wake me.”
was all the direction she got on the matter. Not when or why. He
trusted her to know, baffling creature that he was. But he was far
overtaxed by now, so all Lusis did was say, “I will, my Lord. Rest
And she looked at Kasia. An Elfking cannot command men, is that right?
He did well enough commanding a band of Rangers, since it was the Chief Ranger’s will.
What Jan Kasia was asking was insane, but… desperation was the mother of innovation.
So she hoped he found her willingness to follow the Elvenking promising.
It was shortly before dawn.
Lusis, horribly enough, the tension had been cut – she couldn’t help
her nature. So she slept well on the bench outside of the Elfking’s open
door. But there was much weighing on the Elfking, and he’d slept for
two hours before the upset at the docks, and four hours fitfully,
When she woke suddenly, her sword sliced thin air.
Morning. Nothing more.
she had to get him, which she’d thought nothing of until she’d walked
into eyeshot of the bed. Dawn’s light streaked the sky, but the moon
still dominated, flooding the sheets, barred with the shadows of the
grilles. His flesh was silvery blue. He should have been entirely pale
as cherry petal, but was a great elasticity of abused flesh. Yes, the
bruises were no longer fresh, but his silver skin was mottled with
fading offences made against him. His hair. It tumbled along the sheets
in crystalline disarray, like frozen water. It had lost all formal shape
and was just a cascade falling behind him. She could see the expanse of
his curving cheekbone up to one fascinating elf ear. It was so
delicate-looking. One long and well-formed arm curled below his chin.
That hand bunched a sheet. But the other extended into the sheets to the
She froze, instantly.
His tapered fingers were
loosely around the grip. All the better that he could behead her with
before he even awoke. She eased out of the reach of the sword and tried
to ignore that the entirety of him was radiating light right through the
white cotton. The Elfking was a vision… but he was also a living
nightmare. It was a mercy he was also, for the most part, still lost
amid a pile of sheets. But for those long… terrific. Legs. Like his
shoulders, and sleek arms, they were ruthless. His face turned to the
sheet, soft and deceptively young. His features, which she’d have sworn
she knew well now, and had hardened herself to, were revolutionized by
the unsophistication of sleep. This is how he looked before the world
had flattened him with the death of a father, the murder of a wife, and
the estrangement and flight of an only child, with a kingdom, enemies,
armies, massacres, and a dragon or two on top… for good measure. Like
For several moments, she couldn’t look away from him,
his long eyelashes, and that vexatious blossom mouth that didn’t know
when to quit. So comely, to get him in so much trouble.
Lusis reminded her overheated brain that Thranduil was also famed for his beauty.
He could no more help what he was than she could.
One side of his face, she remembered from Redd’s stories, had been disfigured once.
It was like the side of his personality that was set on viperine and was… damaged.
Light fingertips could likely establish the scar.
If she got too close he might cut her in half.
didn’t try to stir him until she could feel, with her fingers, that the
heat had left her face. Also, she forced herself to bring her breathing
back down to normal. She would not stand there like an idiot in a
ballad, and gasp his name. Fine – gasp his title. She could never call
him by his name in this life.
The last to return to her control
were her own thoughts. That was most important of all. The elves were
ridiculously good at body language. They could tell things about its
life from the posture of a deer. She wasn’t getting a pass.
Finally her voice pulsed, “My Lord. It’s time.” and she cursed herself.
His head rolled on that long neck and his half-lidded eyes looked at her, silver, damp, and soft.
She turned, stiffly, and walked out, shutting his door and leaning against it.
Is something wrong?” Asked one of the two curly-headed upstairs maids.
They were strong girls, and practical, wheeling along a cart with large
pots of steaming water. They angled the cart toward the Elfking’s room.
“We’re supposed to start filling the tubs at dawn.”
Lusis brightened without warning, like a girl. “Mine too?”
“Yes, of course,” the opposite housemaid beamed at her.
usual, she could forget anything when faced with the prospect of being
clean. Her ambition was to own a house with a large, gravity-fed tub
like at the Halls. “Oh,” she remembered herself, “Nothing’s wrong. He’s
just… in there.” She nodded, stepped aside, and popped open the door for
them. They could only understand if they understood – no harm done. She
shivered. Lusis headed next door to Nimpeth’s room. That would be their
very next stop with hot bath water.
The girls brought her water
and filled her tub and she swore they were torn between general delight
and dazedness. Lusis sank into the tub a bit perplexed. She often swore
to herself that the Elfking’s beauty drove pure hearts straight to sin,
and minds into lunacy. But the pair of serving girls looked hopeful.
They were happy.
She’d been in the bath a long time.
her door. Amathon was fully clad in green leather armour. The elves
recovered hide from dead-fall, often, rarely hunting for the sake of
clothing and meat. His leather was sturdy, but he wore a breastplate and
pauldrons this morning. The breastplate had one long etching of an
antler around its circumference, and the pauldrons were engraved with
small whirling chains that extended onto the horn’s tines. Such
artistry. Out in the sun, his long, dark auburn hair cast cherry-red
light along the hardwood surrounds. He’d braided some of it back. She
shut her door behind her and his brows went up as if he’d placed a bet
It made Lusis smile. She didn’t have to look to know his door was wide open.
morning, Amathon,” she gave him a small bow. He was already on a mug of
tisane. She could smell the Rowan berries from her bedroom door. That
was her favourite. He gestured at the window and light glinted off the
steaming cup and his chain-etched vambrace.
The section was in the
courtyard in a long line of green cloaks. They stood stock-still, boots
planted slightly apart with their hoods hiding their faces, and their
bows lying across their thighs.
“Nimpeth was not amused that you
took her bath,” Amathon said to Lusis and then nodded as if that was
just the greatest thing she’d done to date.
And who knew? Maybe she’d climbed in his. They were close, somehow.
She grinned, “Glad I could help.”
He actually laughed, and then found even greater enjoyment. “Oh look.”
in the courtyard, Avonne, in a fur cloak, was marching along the line
of fierce elves. Her Nanny and her Governess were in a fit behind her,
trying to get her to come away.
Aric, who rested against the frame
of the window further down the hall, started to chuckle to Icar. Steed
gave a yawn and stared, wet-headed, and not yet awake, dully amused at
the little girl, the yard dusted in snow and lined in elves, and the
humans coming to their morning’s work.
Kasia appeared at the end
the upper hall at about the same time Redd pondered out of his room. His
shoulders were just about as wide as the frame, she figured. Barbarian.
Lusis grinned at him.
Then Amathon brought his cup back to his room and returned with his weapons.
as far as I’ve seen you get from them – your weapons I mean,” Redd
gestured at the bow and sword. “It’s a proud day in Lake Township,
“I am ignoring you,” Amathon told the Ranger indisputably, “because you are silly.”
This reduced the Rangers to gurgles of true amusement.
stepped into the hall with his dark hair slickly wet. He looked sharply
attractive, with a vulpine face. He gave a nod of greeting, but was
mostly lost in the wonder of watching Avonne inspect the section. He
bubbled elvish at Nimpeth when she joined him at the windows.
“Easy now, father,” she dropped from elven to say to him.
at all. The heavens love a little girl,” Ewon disagreed with her. He
set his forehead to the side of her head in an adroit motion and shut
his eyes. “They are magical.”
Nimpeth’s head lowered a fraction. Moved in spite of herself.
Ewon was her father? He was a very old Silvan.
parted quickly, but the feeling of their connection did not die. Lusis
watched it extend between them like a scattering of stars. She’d never
seen the like before.
Kasia came down the hall with a horrified
glance out the windows at his child. “She’s taken leave of her common
sense. It’s something about your kind, I swear. Elves, please forgive
“Done,” Ewon said quietly. And immediately.
Elfking stepped out, didn’t look at a soul of them, and swept down the
hallway in a fragrant wash of wintery forest air. He was entirely in
silver today, so that his armour looked like white ice over it, and he,
himself, washed of all but the faintest watercolour of eyes and lips.
Delicate. Elegant. With a sword strapped over his back in a pale steel
Kasia fell back from the figure he cut and blinked.
He gave no sign that they should follow, but everyone did.
the main room, the upstairs staff waited in a throng of nervous
spectators pretending to be busy. Although perhaps they were, Lusis
thought. It was possible that they were about to have thirty more
bellies to fill. The huge table was fully appointed.
The silver Elfking made them all fall silent as he passed.
and Amathon opened the two doors at the front of Kasia’s lodgings and
the King set foot out onto the granite. The section moved in unison,
pulling in their stance, swinging their bows to their sides and inclined
their bodies toward the King.
By now, the windows of Kasia’s
shipping company were full of workers staring at the display. The Nanny
finally caught and snatched up Avonne’s little body. The section of
elves straightened and followed the Elfking’s slow turn inside. Their
line started for the door in a bird-like V that merged into a straight
line up the granite stairs.
By the time they all came in and lined the room, there was silence, and the Elfking curled in a leather chair by the fire.
there was a murder on the docks last night. A woman. Her eyes were
missing.” The Elfking rose to his feet and walked down the huge human
room. He was scintillating with quartz.
The elf, Merilin, twitched
back his hood. His hair was a very dark brown and rippling, and his
eyes were a sunny blue. “Yes, my Lord. We heard the alarm and came along
the dockyards to see to your wellbeing. We established that you were
well. The woman was dead by then.”
“Did you happen to witness what killed her?”
“We were monitoring the waterway into Lake Township from Forest River.” Merilin said. “If it passed us, we remained unaware.”
“Yes,” the Elfking stretched. “We also had no sense of it. For such dark actions, that is alarming.”
Lusis frowned, “Unless a person did it, right? There will be rumours all over the city about the condition of the bodies.”
“Investigation will bear that out,” the Elfking assessed. “Report, Merilin.”
nests were detected along the banks of Long Lake. Clutches of eggs that
were being consumed by several newts, two of which were four to five
feet long. The rest, perhaps sixteen, were under two or three feet.”
“Fire salamanders.” The King pointed out.
“It seems you killed the mother.”
killed the mother. It was done by coalition – humans, elves, and
Northern Rangers. We need that message to be clear outside these doors,
Merilin.” The Elfking shrugged, “I just beheaded it.”
that, one of the women on Kasia’s staff hit the rugs. The Elfking turned
at the muffled sound, perplexed, but she was out of sight behind the
silverware laden table, and no one else moved or even looked at her, so
he missed her presence. He turned back to Merilin, who didn’t draw
attention to the human out of elven politesse, and several staffers
slowly sank to the floor to give the fainted woman aid. It was
everything that Lusis could do to keep from slapping her forehead with
the flat of her hand. Humans. Unless it was chef to kitchen maid, there
wasn’t casual talk that included beheading.
“Are they dead?” the Elfking asked. “Not just dismembered?”
It was just as good that she was down for the count at that point.
heads are harvested, and their bodies have been skinned, cut to parts,
and burnt.” Merilin noted with a nod, “One did remember that Salamanders
will regenerate limbs.”
“Well done,” the Elfking glanced at the table. “Anything else?”
venom and intoxicant present in the newts, tadpoles, and eggs are
inconsistent with the poison load in the unfortunate victims of the
barge attack.” Merilin told the King.
The Elfking didn’t seem
surprised by this. “Yes. Same can be said of the mother. So there is
something else out there. Something full of poison. The venom load of a
Salamander, even a large one, is not as potent as one might expect.
Certainly not enough to turn a body into a weapon in minutes. At the
same time, Fire Salamanders do not coordinate, so we are currently under
Silence among the elves.
They bowed as one, even the Elite guards.
Lusis looked around her. It wasn’t a declaration of war. Was it?
Now the Elfking said, “Send word to Eithahawn.”
“Yes my Lord,” Merilin and the others straightened. “Your orders for this section?”
There was a very long pause. He weighed things.
camp. You will become our escort. We leave for the Halls in the hour,”
he turned to Kasia. “Good luck to you, Kasia. Perhaps you should
consider Mastery of this place. Better than noble blood, you have the
funds to maintain your power and safety.”
Kasia blanched and
looked at the floor. The entire room became subdued with its grand table
set in hopes the elves would remain. The Governess and Nanny hurried up
the stairs with Avonne.
And the elves carried on. Merilin
inclined his head, “It shall be done.” He straightened, clearly pleased
with the idea of leaving this human settlement.
turned with the low flattened hand extension that meant leave. It might
have looked surprising to the humans when the line of elves split and
walked out into the crisp morning air. They moved out into the yard.
Merilin went down the stairs, tugging his hood up, and the avian V of
elves melted into one line behind him, leaving through the narrow alley,
under the eyes of throngs of humans.
First Aric and Icar, but
then Steed, looked aside at Lusis. She frowned and went to the Elfking’s
side as soon as the section cleared down and he was not occupied. She
glanced back for guidance, to Redd. The big man looked at the floor,
flummoxed and plainly disappointed in his King.
Behind him, Kasia was in motion, and he looked determined.
slid the silver and pearl chain off over her head and held it pooled in
her hands, “I won’t be able to leave with you, Elfking. These people
are in trouble, and I have to do all I can to bring Rangers here, and be
among them.” She felt a sinking inside as she offered the chain. “Thank
you for all you’ve done for me, my-”
He didn’t even look her way.
His hand simply rose to cover the cupped chain and pearls she tried to
return to him. He applied a very small pressure toward her. Lusis read
that as an indication that he wouldn’t accept the chain.
She stepped back from him and, lacking anything else, she bowed and replaced the chain.
She felt watery, for some reason, emotional, which wasn’t her way. “Thank you, my Lord.”
His hand dropped, he stepped forward, and she read his fingertips: Leave.
She walked back to Redd, off balance, and her Rangers grouped around her. “I was dismissed.”
nodded at her, “I saw that. That time.” He’d been practicing reading
the small motions of elves. It seemed like his studies were about to
come to a close, and he was dismayed.
“But he had you keep the
chain?” Redd reached up to turn one of the pearls, which still appeared
to be full of stars and colours to Lusis’ eyes.
“He did.” She
touched it and looked back at the King. Her voice dropped to a very low
mutter, “I wonder why he did this. Leaving. It’s like… it’s not what he
wants, but what he should do.”
Everyone just sort of looked at Redd, but it was Aric that snarked, “Anything about that in your history books?”
“Nothing but that he was hard, proud, and… why didn’t you talk to him, Lusis?”
“I was…” she lowered her hand in an inexact replica, “dismissed.”
Aric’s brows went up, “Then why did you go?”
question, that one. Her jaw clacked shut and she glanced at the
sun-drenched elf who stood with his arms tucked behind his broad back.
She wondered at him. His ambition seemed wholly to be to get his people
to the much sung-about land of elves – the Undying Lands as they were
called – and to have them reach it alive. She had a sense that he’d
given up on dwarves and was losing his faith in men.
“We need to
pack up,” she told her men. “We won’t be living on Jan Kasia’s
hospitality. Steed? I need you to rent a horse – we can’t keep the elf
horses. You need to ride out for Rangers.”
“There’s a spring camp
in the Grey Mountains not far from here. It’s days of riding to reach
and days back – be aware.” He nodded. “I’ll find out about a horse.”
She turned to Icar and said, “If you could stay with the King, would you?”
stay with my brother,” Icar exhaled his disappointment and got an elbow
from Aric. He ignored this with a cheerful smile, “Where would you go?
Would you stay with him?”
She actually felt her head begin to tilt
and stopped the motion, “I’m asking the questions.” She turned to Aric
and Redd, “If we wanted to know about the most dangerous people in the
new towns that have been cropping up, how best to tease that out?”
“Fist fights,” Aric popped his fist into his palm. “Paid ones.”
“Research, find out who everyone’s afraid of,” Redd suggested.
“In bars,” Aric added to this.
“Don’t get killed,” she sighed and told Aric. “Don’t get cocky. Try not to get hurt.”
“Listen to her,” Icar gave his brother’s head a push. “No fighting, unless there’s no other way.”
Rangers packed up, Lusis with a heavy heart, but she’d decided herself.
They brought their packs down the stairs and Ewon extended a hand to
each of them as he saw them and placed it on their shoulders. When he
reached Lusis he also stepped back from her and said, “You must remember
my name if you need to send for support.”
She hugged him, which
wasn’t something he was used to, but he wasn’t entirely unaccustomed
either as he naturally got along with children, and small animals. Ewon
was a nurturing sort.
The King paced before the fire in restless
rings. Graceful and grave. Lusis looked at him longingly. It was a
strange feeling, realizing that she would very much miss the company of a
King. But when she’d been desperate he’d tried to help her, and
instinctively, without real reason.
And the doors opened to Kasia
coming in from his warehouses. “My Lord, if you would come with me?
Before you leave there is one last thing on which I could use your
The Elfking spun in place, his steps sure and almost
angry as he swept out the door with Kasia. Lusis saw Ewon’s brow wrinkle
and said, “I don’t like it either. We should follow.”
the King straight through the cobbled yard. In the sun, he looked like a
white pillar of fire, lit up, and in a very serious bent. The main
warehouse was packed with people. They lined the walls, and the
balconies that overlooked the hall below. People everywhere, and almost
silent. The Elvenking slowed to look up at them all. Lusis wasn’t the
only one to put her hand on her blade. Ewon had his bow out. It would be
easy to fill them all with arrows here, but none of the humans were
armed. They simply lined the rails and stared down at the silver figure
that was Mirkwood’s King. At the very front doors of the big warehouse’s
storage area stood a line of six men. A tall woman paced along their
number and looked at the King only rarely.
“It’s fine. There’s no threat here.” Kasia told the sudden ring of armed elves and Rangers.
down,” the Elfking commanded, and the Elites lowered their levels, but
deceptively, still ready to launch into action. The Rangers didn’t stand
down a whit, and they wouldn’t until Lusis gave the order to. The King
paid that no mind, or may have been relying on it. Or both.
the eldest man among those at the door stepped forward. He was finely
dressed in black furs and expertly riveted dark golden leather. His red
beard was trimmed neatly, and he wore a cap on his otherwise hairless
head. He was, to the eye, like a handsome, human-sized dwarf. He spoke
slowly. It was as if he didn’t expect to be understood by the tall and
The King’s head swiveled into a soft tip. That was very difficult to interpret in him.
human laid a hand over the star-shaped rivets on his chest. “I’m Cardoc
Wence. I run the lumberyard in Long Lake. I am the one who does
controlled harvest of the deadfall North of Forest River. I hold a
contract with you and have never been in bad standing. Do you… know me?”
do,” the Elfking replied, and nothing more. He’d never seen this man,
and knew him only because Wence never resisted tithing and never
violated agreements. Likewise, Cardoc knew the King only by reputation,
but found him fair and easy to work with because he was vigilant never
to flout the rules and charges the Elfking handed down.
“It is an honour.” Wence told the tall, radiant elf.
Elfking’s blue-silver eyes averted, which, at least, showed some
modesty. Lusis wasn’t sure if it was real or simply politesse, but it
did make her relax a little.
“I’m here to represent our interests –
that of Lake Township and several other legitimate communities.” He
gestured at the other finely dressed men, and the waspish woman whose
pacing was drawing the Elfking’s attention. She was a tall and beautiful
human woman with arched brows, brown eyes, and black curls, and a very
cold expression on her face. Her bodice was so tight that Lusis began to
suspect she might have had some ribs removed.
Elves tended to be
fascinated by dark eyes. Dark colours, like very pale colours, were
infrequent among their kind and that was cause for excitement. Lusis had
caught more than one of them staring at her eyes, which were so dark a
brown as to be nearly black, before. This new woman’s dark eyes,
ceaseless pacing, and unnatural figure combined to distract the King.
Wence named out the strangers before the Elfking and his colourless
eyes took them all in with a remarkable calm, given the inherent danger
of the situation.
The Elfking’s chin rose, “What do you want?”
want to offer you a deal,” Wence told him. It was as if he’d been
training on this speech for a while, acting in ways that were
inoffensive to the King as gleaned from people who stood in petitioner
queue. Not that they very often got to speak to the King himself, but
Eithahawn was very good practice. “We would like you to lead us through
this unsettled time, and to help us restore order.”
“These are the lands of men,” his hand dropped as he turned, “I am an elf. I cannot help you.”
“You’re a wise and astute King-”
The Elfking nearly laughed, but caught himself in a sharp rush of humor. “Ah, my. Whatever happened to King of Greed, Kasia?”
as one, the collection of fine gentlemen stared at Kasia in alarm. Only
the woman, who still paced, disclosed a different emotion. She was
“I was mistaken.” Jan Kasia amended his statement to
add, “And angry. I didn’t understand. I hadn’t had any time in your
company, Elfking.” And then stalled, because even after saving the men
and women of Lake Township from a fiery death, he’d called the Elfking
arrogant and uncaring.
The Elfking looked up at the balconies full
of human faces, packed to capacity with onlookers staring down at him.
“Is that what this is to be, then? There is some risk that order will
collapse, that your businesses will be overcome and fail, you cannot
resolve these problems on your own, and so you turn to the very people
whose laws you are loath to observe?”
At that point the red-lipped woman stopped pacing and answered outright. “Basically.”
looked in her direction, not sure what to make of her. “You are asking
an elf… to lead you. I have an entire Kingdom of my own. My
responsibilities are many.”
“Well,” she flounced up to him,
“Thanks to the King in Gondor and a Fellowship of many races, Sauron is
dead. You, yourself, held one of the keys to the defeat of the Ring, and
your army went to Dol Guldur and ended the enemy there…. Trust me, I’ve
had to sit through ‘A Modern History of Thranduil’ with these men for
months, I know what you did, shrewd one.”
The Elite elves stiffened and Ewon made a hiss.
But the Elfking very nearly chuckled.
“It’s Elvenking.” Lusis growled at the tall, curly-haired woman. “Or King works.”
“Ah, I pity you,” the Elfking told her as if no upset had occurred. “It is a bitter story.”
The human beauty made her way to him.
me on this, beautiful one, I know that no man is perfect. No elf
either. But perfect is not good, because to be good is to be imperfect.
You are smart, resourceful, and not new to power. That is what we need
here. There are things we would trade you for those skills, white dove.”
She stopped straight in front of him and looked up into his face. “Many
His too-pleasant voice was smooth and glossy
as silver box chains, “I am also harsh, unfeeling, and not interested.”
He told her. His hands tucked together behind his back, his head tip was
The woman didn’t wilt under his withering
gaze, but she did fracture. She was cold underneath, like the watery
vein of a glacier. “You can help us. And we can reward you, Elfking,”
she shot a look at Lusis and her sword, and then smiled at the King,
“richly, be assured. I can find something that you like.”
Lusis felt her teeth flash in distaste.
King moved. He straightened his spin and raised his head. His silvery
eyes shut. The spark within him grew in intensity until he radiated a
blueish-white light. It was like his bruised body had absorbed the
moonlight he’d slept in the night before, and now it discharged out of
his flesh. Lusis blinked at him, amazed, and the woman fell back several
steps. The Elfking had breathing room again. “I suppose you are here to
offer me gold and gems from the mountain?”
“That’s some of it,”
admitted Cardoc Wence, he blinked the afterimages out of his eyes. “But
there is more that we’re willing to negotiate. Favorable contracts.
Local enforcement of tariffs.”
The Elfking’s lips curved and he
pointed out, “Cardoc Wence, I would be your King.” He turned in a
flickering of his long coat, and then looked up at the rafters. Glowing
in the falling sunlight. He called out to the humans, “You are free men.
You do not understand. A King is not like a Council. He is not like a
Master. There is no debate. A King is law.” His sword rang out as he
drew it, so quickly many could not track the movement. He looked at the
blade. “To resist him is treason. When he tells you to go to war, you go
to war. Even your lives serve his will. Tell me, why would you bid for a
King who is not even human?”
“Why did we bid for a King who is
not even Silvan?” Amathon walked to bow in front of his startled
Elvenking. “You are a Sinda,” he straightened, “as your father was. But
in you, my King, there is a fire of ascendency. You are a sovereign. I
cannot scold these humans for taking note of that.” He glanced around
The Elfking closed his eyes and searched for forbearance. He seemed to stop breathing.
Lusis felt herself begin to smile. Amathon had been quietly aboard this idea for a while now.
Kasia stepped in and noted, “The Fellowship worked because so many with different skills came together, yes, from their worlds.”
Elfking told him, “You do not need a Fellowship. You need proper human
governance. Whatever that looks like. I do not know.” He had no real
Cardoc added, “Did you not send your own son on that
adventure? You both fought to end the Ring by portioning these
challenges. It is the thinking of an experienced leader.”
Kasia nodded at him, “We are under siege, Elfking. Seven men have gone
to the Master house and all seven have died in the last half year. One
with his entire family. We must have a leader in the next days, by the
time of appointment. Or peace itself, stability, is at risk.”
in the Elfking snapped, “Do you have any idea what you ask? There are
things that cannot be undone, Master of Boats. Would you see your people
on their knees to an elf?”
“Better than seeing them on their
knees being cut down by an army of criminals.” Said the ice-water woman.
“And he will have his concessions as King,” she turned to the men.
“Men. In exchanges you are forever dangling things in front of the
beautiful, and then whisking them away.”
It was rare for the
Elfking to be speechless, but his lips parted now and he stepped back,
wordlessly. He exhaled and looked to the doors of the massive facility.
elves dropped from the rafters, graceful, bristling with weapons, and
they did as he requested. They opened the great doors for the King, so
that the outside brushed over his figure and lifted his bright hair. The
sunny morning air was chill as he stepped outside and toward the
unblinking blue eye of the lake. Birds wheeled above it, chattering on
the breeze, but the docks were still. No one was working. Barges bumped
to port, moored, but nothing more.
“Go away and debate this,” he
told the humans. “Come to a different decision, I urge you. For if you
do not, I will claim this land and lake and act, for some duration, as
King in this place.”
Merilin’s section stepped to line and bowed
as the King passed them. He went straight to Kasia’s house, up to his
rooms, and paced until sunset.
During this time, Steed secured a
horse. This was made simpler because Kasia was eager for as much help as
possible and, during a break of the Council of Lake Township, Kasia
worked with the local business leaders for both supplies and two horses
He was ready to go by nightfall, and Icar elected to go with him.
blessed this in the end. She’d been fearful of Steed’s being alone, and
yet had visions of him stumbling across frozen heath with his arm
splinted and bound to his chest and a sword, naked in his other hand,
waiting for orcs to descend, to make a final stand.
They departed just before dark, and Lusis saw them off.
“Is that the King?” Steed stared at Kasia’s uppermost halls.
was. He stood in the windowed hall and watched them. Perhaps he’d come
to think of them as extensions of his will. It was too far to imagine he
worried about their wellbeing. Though it might have been true that he
did. They had helped him kill a Fire Salamander, and he’d very much come
to peace with their company since then. In that aspect, he was
something like Redd, who had issues in trusting new Rangers until
Steed inclined his head to the King, as did Icar.
“We’ll be quick about it, Lusis.” Icar squeezed her fingers before he rode out.
“Eyes open. Be careful.” Lusis called after them. “Be out of sight by full dark.”
“We’re going the woods way,” Steed told her with a nod. “The Wood-elves will know us now.”
never been able to say that before. Lusis smiled and looked aside at
Redd and Aric. Redd was just as amused as she was, but Aric’s face was
drawn. He already looked pale and agonized. Within an hour, he’d taken
what he could from the kitchen and an elf horse after the pair. This was
no surprise when Lusis considered the boys. They’d been orphaned young
and, without one another, neither would have survived. They were young
and deadly by now. And they would probably never be parted in life.
That left her with Redd.
They went inside and sat together in the grand room. It was almost sunset.
“They’re along the woods now.” Redd soothed her. “That elf horse is faster than the wind. He’s overtaken them by now.”
doors opened. Kasia and the Council entered in solemn quietude. There
were very many people in the yard beyond. One thing she’d noticed among
the people hovering around Kasia’s establishment was that they had high
hopes for the King.
The three Elite elves stepped into the path of the Councilmen.
Amathon stepped toward Kasia, “Master of Boats, there is some concern. Do you, in fact, know how to serve a King?”
“I would like to think I do.”
Ewon looked away and chuckled.
brows drew up. “If there is occasion for other elves among us, even
Merilin’s section, and you do offence to the King, you will endanger
yourselves and your standing amid our kind. Do you understand?” She
looked at her father.
“The Elfking, Thranduil, was born in the
First Age. He is a King. He is the son of a King, it is a long way back
before you find anything but the blood of warriors and Kings in his
bloodline.” Ewon said to them. “This affair stands against his better
judgment, but I believe he will help you if you ask it of him. He will
tell you he is cold. He will not tell you that he is also good. You will
not do damage to him. And be aware… he has a temper.”
curl-headed woman was named Nema, and she laughed throatily. “A man.
With a temper. Never happens.” She gestured in air.
teeth flashed in a hard smile at the woman, “Little girl, a man with a
temper is a rather small problem. A thousands of years old King with a
temper is beyond your ability to reckon.” The pearly fangs vanished
behind her lips again. “What gifts you have to offer him, do not bring
before him. It will try his patience. Have them sent to the Kingdom by
“I’m not sitting my girls on one of those barges!” Nema stomped a booted foot.
The elves glanced amongst themselves. Amathon blinked, “Girls?”
in the service industry,” Nema’s smoothness had returned. She smiled at
them in a fashion that was considered seductive among the humans. “I’ve
selected four girls for the King.”
“You know. Professionals. For his use,” Cardoc gestured at Nimpeth, “Women.”
Amathon crisply told the man, “Associate such with Nimpeth again, and I will cut off your head.”
Ewon, who was Nimpeth’s father, nodded softly.
froze. “Don’t they have professional women among the elves?” He paused,
thought, and asked the elves gathered before him, “Or would he prefer
Elf heads tipped in all directions. Mass confusion had broken out.
“I am a professional woman. Of the Elite guard of the Elvenking of Mirkwood.”
Ewon said something in elvish. Both the younger elves looked at him, suddenly expressionless.
several heartbeats, Nimpeth answered carefully, “We may have trouble
here, it is clear. You must… avoid speaking with the women of Merilin’s
section. They are young… and well-armed.”
“None of which addresses
the problem of my putting my girls on a boat to elf-lands.” Nema shook
her head. “It’s too dangerous for them.”
“He will have no use for your concubines,” Ewon told them. “Send them home to their mothers.”
hell,” Nema bubbled. “I’ve never seen a powerful man in my life with no
use for concubines. Well… beyond Kasia,” she actually looked sad as she
said so. “But he has reasons.”
“The King has too,” Kasia realized
and glanced at the madam. “Leave him be, Nema, I warn you. You think
he’s beautiful – he is – but he’s a terror. I’ve seen him fight. He’s no
one for you to toy with. I suggest, given what we’re about to ask, we
work with these kind elves to keep ourselves out of trouble.” He turned
to Nimpeth. “I’m sorry for the insult to you, Lady Nimpeth.”
her eyes brightened. She almost smiled. “Master of Boats, have no fear, I
am well defended. Amathon is my husband, and Ewon is my father. There
is nothing you could possibly say to me that you could get away with.”
Then she actually did smile at him, and even inclined her head.
must consider working with Lusis Buckmaster – the Ranger woman. She
does very well among our kind.” Ewon gave a grave nod and the elves,
almost as one, glanced up to the stairs. The King came in a wash of
blue-silver. His step was effortless, if listless. He crossed the room
straight to them.
Lusis rose to her feet, as did Redd. She stepped
out to flank the King, which he’d come to expect by now. His Elites
melted back out of his path.
“Hello Master of Boats, has your sense returned?” the King’s velvet voice asked.
you for agreeing to remain on here for long enough for us to make this
decision.” Kasia lowered his head in a grateful nod. “I understand
better, now, how gracious a thing that is.”
“Good,” the King nodded. “We shall be gone by morning.”
shook his head, “No, Elvenking, you misunderstand. Our decision is the
same. Our minds are not changed. We just realized we should have thanked
you for giving us your time.”
Finally, the Elfking shut his eyes.
Some number of heartbeats passed in silence. Then his long silver gaze
found the floor. He turned gracefully aside from them. “Humans are
“You said you would claim us,” Kasia reminded the Elfking.
a long moment, the Elfking stared at him. And then he set off for the
door. “Remember that you wished for this. This… was your will.”
hurried after him, unwilling to miss what would happen now. She
gestured at Redd, seized by a sudden excitement to see what the Elfking
would do with a Township of humans in his power, a tiny fraction of his
Kingdom, yes, but a real part. She’d never heard of an elf leading
humans before, and there was no prohibition that Redd could think of,
all day, that stood against it.
Except common sense.
yard was packed with milling people who shrank back from the silver
creature that was the King. He drew his sword with slow grace, ringing
on the scabbard, and turned it in air in a dignified arc. He lay it
across his back as he walked. It was bright on his silvery breastplate
and colourless hair.
He went through the buildings and to the docks.
was followed by a bewildering mass of people, all of whom were from the
Township. A girl nudged Lusis and she recognized this as one of the
mourners from the barge. Her head was up. She was proud, whatever was to
happen. Finally, they passed to the stone shore.
looked at the rising moon, visible though the sun was still low in the
trees to the West. His trees. He brought the sword around and took it in
his curled hand. Lusis winced from nearby him, because there were few
ways in which he could do that without cutting himself.
up a step because the furnace began to rise from steady yellow
candle-flame to leaping fire, and slowly, inexorably, to starlight as he
spoke in elven. None but the three elves in his company understood.
They collectively took steps back from him. The sun sank deeper in the
The Elfking held up the sword, for it seemed lighter and
lighter, as if pulled heavenward by the moon rise overhead. Its steel
was brighter by the moment, until the Elfking shut his eyes, his voice
echoed across the waters, and called Merilin’s section from the trees.
They stood on the shore to watch. The sword glided up through his hand.
Lusis wasn’t the only one clambering back from him. The sword had become
so bright it had more in common with a fallen star than a thing of this
earth, and, of course, to her dark eyes, the star inside of his chest
fed that light.
When the blade’s tip left his fingers, the sword
hovered in air above his hand. His sibilant voice was now in the water
and woods, it filled the air around him with a deep music. He glowed
with bright moonlight, now lit like a pillar, rather than an elf. And he
opened his fingertips a fraction. The sword slammed down into the
ground, and all that light, which had gathered like ice crystals in the
moon, collapsed down into the King and the blade, and shot out into the
ground and water. It ran out in all directions with a crack like a
thunderclap. And in that sudden rush of light, Lusis saw something awful
burning in the whiteness rolling through the lake.
As soon as her
eyes hit them, she was in a struggle to breathe, and had to fight the
squeeze at her neck. But it was far, far less terrible than it might
have been. The power of the King burned the worst of it away.
But not all of it.
King yanked his sword from the shore and spun it in air. He had become
his normal self again, but the sword was white as a lily petal when he
slid it back to its scabbard. Vines of wood grew out from where the
sword had struck. He walked away with them climbing higher and higher in
Lusis followed him closely. “What was that, Elvenking?”
“My will.” He said.
Her voice dropped, “My Lord, did you see what I did out in the water?”
“Shadows standing on the waves,” he told her quietly. “You saw?”
like buoys, just standing in the water.” Lusis couldn’t clear her head
of the image. “Your light obliterated some of them, but the rest fled.”
he told her. “Shadows. Shadows with the eyes of men. They did not
follow us. They were already here. Someone neglected to tell us so.”
Kasia was in a daze when he reached the Elfking. He gestured at the silvery threads of light fading in air, “My Lord?”
have claimed the land and water hereabouts.” The Elfking told him. “I
am granted not just the rivers and forest, but this lake, this land, and
the leagues between here and the wood.”
Cardoc stood stupefied a few steps on. “That was astonishing.”
have seen astonishing things,” the Elfking exhaled his prickliness,
“that was not one.” He passed through a very large throng of humans who
didn’t seem to know how to act now – not how to react to what they’d
seen, or to the great pale creation that pushed through them. He found
his way to a hitching post in the packed yard.
He swung up onto
it, and stood on top with ease, even though the top was only slightly
wider than a man’s open hands. “Hear me,” he told the humans. “There are
beasts like men abroad on the water. Creatures out of shadow and
nightmare. In the day, it is possible they may be detected, but a shadow
in the night is a hard thing to perceive. I suspect that this is how
they took the barges in the dark. So it is my command that you depart
from here, quickly. Lock in for the night and whatever sentiment you
have for what has come to pass tonight, trouble me no more with
lingering in this dangerous place.” He stepped down and cut through the
humans, a silver scythe.
There was a sudden eruption of muttering in the crowd.
“Gather the splinter of your section.” The King instructed Merilin as the section head arrived. “We hunt tonight.”
“How do we kill a shadow, my Lord?”
did not survive King’s Light.” The Elfking caught hold of Lusis’ cloak
and pulled her along with him when there was danger that town’s people
would push her aside. Or she would wander away. “Bring your swords to
Inside Kasia’s manor, the King laid all the swords out on the
well-appointed table. Elven steel so beautiful and bright it took the
breath away. He pressed the flat of his hands onto them two at a time
and gave them a blessing of his grace. He circled the table to Redd’s
sword and replaced it with elven steel in comparable size. “It must hold
my favor. Human steel is not as good for that, as elf. Will you accept
this Redd Ayesir?”
“It’d be an honour,” Redd smiled, “as it is to hunt with you, Elfking.”
Elfking handed over a sword to Redd and swept past Kasia and his
Council for the night with a quick, “Don’t wait up.” Before they escaped
into the emptying yard.
Part 1. Continued in Part 2.