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[CLOSED] The Crane and the White Tree; Diplomatic Discsoure between Gondor and Ascarenor
Topic Started: Jun 3 2016, 04:31 PM (850 Views)
Ascarenor

She sat upon the Phoenix Throne in the Hall of Brilliance, rays of a rising sun lightly illuminating the Hall from the massive glass painted windows depicting scenery from across the Viceroyalty on the eastern wall, if one were to observe closely at this hour – most auspicious for self-contemplation – one could say that the colors seemed to dance across the polished marble floors in grand displays, but an even more keen observer would see only the illusion from the ponds and the trees swaying in the dawn breeze. She wore official court attire, red silken dresses with a black and gold tunic over; a crane – the symbol of wise rule as well as her personal sigil – was embroidered within a square at the center of the outer tunic. Her headdress was of the typical fashion of the Ascari, a severe contrast from the Court dress on the Mainland, her long black hair was fashioned into a rectangular shape and a large ornate golden phoenix hairpin was placed in the middle with many more ornaments of varying degrees.

However, he gaze was fixated on the onyx dome above the Throne, almost an extreme contrast to the beautiful dancing colors of the floor beneath. Diamonds, hundreds of them lined the twelve celestial constellations which sparked and shimmered in small, yet spectacular, fashion, each diamond was connected with a line of gold, or ivory, amber, or jade, amethyst, or emerald: each precious material for one of the zodiacs. Her eyes followed the golden lines connecting the stars of the Lion, her birth constellation. Her face would fool even the best behaviorist, she appeared to be enamored by the beautiful artistry of the dome, but her thoughts were completely on another matter.

She was Sémarë Atárinë Artúlyanië i Arquentari Aulendiel carte Sareär Aranel Tercenë. She had numerous titles, Viceriene of Ascarenor her newest title to add to her collection.. but her most prestigious was that of being the Eighth Princess to the Ancalimë Empress - peace be upon her - and her Noble Consort (second of four husbands), half-sister to the Most Sublime and August Empress - may She live forever. Sarálindë, her sister was called before her ascension. Before she took the name: Autárimë. 'Prosperous and with Martial Authority' it meant. And with Martial authority. What are her ambitions?


Sémarë was not envious of her sister's ascension, she was now herald as the Daughter of Heaven, The August Empress, Lord of Twelve Thousand Years, who ruled absolute and infallibly through the power of the Mandate of Heaven. Even with all this glory, honor, prestige and power the Autárimë Empress no longer governed her own life. Protocol and tradition now dictated the course of her days, augurs declared what the auspices demanded, astrologers told her what she must eat and at what time and how much. For she was the balance and the fate of the Empire now rested upon her immaculate shoulders, as the tutors often told the Princesses and Princes of the Dynasty, “Rituals and regulations are what keep life from springing towards chaos.”

No. What troubled Sémarë was the way she was cast out of Imladris. "A great honor to serve the Heavenly Throne. To serve the Empress - may She live forever." They had said when giving her this post to govern in her sister's name. It was. But she was far from the capital. How could she maneuver for her own children when the time came? Her own House, Sareär, was founded after the death of the Empress. She could no longer vie for her yet to be born daughters' position so far from the center of civilization.

She was still a threat. Not to the Empress. No. Her claim to the Throne has long since been negated and no general or minister would dare appose Heaven’s Chosen for a usurper. But she had had great clout at Court during her mother’s reign and to stabilize the succession the Autárimë Emperor removed her rivals and enemies from Court. A smart move, Sémarë did not blame her sister for her actions, she knew she would have done the same.. even more, perhaps.


Ascarenor. Continents away from the mainland. Yet. Formidable. Its vast resources and endless wealth brought glory and prosperity to the Empire. But in the process Ascarenor suffered. Her wealth sucked dry by the endless needs of the Capital, of the Court, of the Empire.

She looked upon the Lion once more. She must find a way to secure Ascarenor’s wealth for herself, yet, make herself indispensable to the Empire. Traitorous thoughts indeed, defying the will of Heaven.

Her mind was fixed to that thought. Ascarenor. Strong and powerful. Independent. She almost shuttered. How had that thought entered her mind? Such treasonous thinking... but. Her thoughts remained there. The Empire of Ascarenor. Not a Viceroyalty. And she would be....

Her hand quickly came to her chest. Her heart was pounding. The thought was beyond treason. It was blasphemy. It was unthinkable. But .. but had it not just crossed her mind? Her thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the two large wooden doors gilded in golden prayers of propriety and portents. She stood realizing she was sitting on the Phoenix Throne. The Phoenix Throne! Reserved only for the Empress if she were ever to come to Iscamir. Though, no reigning Arda Tuluvan sovereign has ever come. She took a deep breath and lifted her long, many layered robes and stepped down from the dais, the ornaments of her ornate headdress chimed as she took her place upon her rightful spot: the Tarándur Seat, situated on the second of three platforms.

The army of bureaucrats and ministers entered eyes and heads bowed. They came before the daises bowing on hands and knees with their foreheads touching the polished marble floors. "Your humble servants bow before Her Most Serene Highness." They said in perfect unison.

The Viceriene flicked her hand ever slightly and a silken, yet firm voice spoke. "You are given leave to stand." It was her ómari, or Voice, who had given the command. He had been standing patiently next to one of the large columns that lined the Hall.

"We thank Her Serene Highness for the honor." Lady Ambarturë Lóravarníne, the First Chancellor of the Grand Secretariat, said with another bow of the head, "the hour has arrived, Serene Highness. The Honored Guests from the Kingdom of Gondor have arrived in Iscamir and are now in route to Nénarcassë Palace."

Sémarë nodded her head ever so slightly in acknowledgment. She rose from the Viceregal throne causing the assembled army of ministers to bow again as she left the Hall of Brilliance. She would meet King Eldarion at the Meridian Gate; he was, after all a reigning sovereign and therefore the two were counted as equals in status. Had it just been the King’s Steward or any representative she would have awaited them within the Central Hall.

The Viceriene waited atop the Merdian Gate and looked out the raised canal traversing the scenery. Iscamir. A city of splendor and water. It was built during the Vildimë Dynasty, who’s element had been water, so in honor of the fallen dynasty the architects and nobles built Iscamir upon a lagoon. The city was a masterpiece of engineering and ingenuity; new techniques had been used to build the dams, dikes, and canals. Hundreds of thousands died and drowned during the hundred years it took to build the old city. It was said that the rivers and canals ran red for a hundred years. But it was a beautiful city.



A few miles south the Meridian Gate the the King of Gondor’s plane landed in an airfield reserved souly for the Viceroyalty’s most esteemed guests. King Eldarion was greeted by an honor guard of 1,728 soldiers; 12 centuries of 144 legionaries, a horde of high ranking bureaucrats and ministers among them Deputy Viceroya Vaniai Spanturo, Foreign Minister Elemmírë Querrestalin, Cultural High Minister Ilyanna Celvandilmë, and Haryos Órecalimonin, Minister of Rites.

A long red carpet was laid out from the airplane to the large transport that would take the King to the Meridian Gate along the central canal of Iscamir. The scent of a hundred flowers filled the air and soft melodies of song could be heard among the wind. No expense was spared for the arrival of the Viceriene’s most honored guests.

As the King of Gondor stepped out of his plane the assembled Guards snapped to attention and the ministers bowed low at the waist. Flower petals fell from the sky as the banners of both Gondor and Ascarenor waved majestically in the wind.
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Sémarë nodded her head in agreement and made quick gestures to her ómari, “The days discussion shall be adjourned until the following day.” Voiced Ehtelë, the Viceriene’s ómari and confidant. It is said that within Nénarcassë none’s influence surpassed his before Sémarë’s ears, to be in his good graces was to be in hers. The other Arda Tuluvan ministers bowed low to the Viceriene then to the King and his entourage before exiting. Except for Vaniai Spanturo, Deputy Viceroy, who remained. The Viceriene and Ehtelë exchanged quick hand signals to one another before he too departed.

“Your Excellency.” Sémarë said to the Gondorian Steward with a slight nod of the head, “Your Highness.” She said to Edward with a smile, “Arrangements have been made for your stay within the Palace of Tranquil Longevity, Deputy Viceroy Spanturo shall escort you both. Where Your Highness and Your Excellency might freshen up and relax before this evenings banquet at the Melwa Grand Pavilion.”

She extended her right hand towards the King, “Would Your Majesty care to join me for a stroll through the Imperial Gardens? There we can discuss any issue Your Majesty might have free from the constraints of etiquette and protocol.”



The walked alone, the King and the Viceriene, through the Imperial Gardens. It was arrayed with every color possible, hundreds of flowers and trees. A manmade stream tricked slowly on the eastern side of the path. Everything seemed to be exactly where it should, no flower or bush seemed out of place, and it all flowed with an eerie perfection like all things the King has seen in Ascarenor.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation, too, was the same as was everything within the Vermillion Walls of the Nénarcassë palace. Truth be told, it was more of a small city than just one opulent building, Eldarion was told that there were six central Palaces, twelve Manses, and twenty-four Halls, among the countless Pavilions and porticoes; each had a specific function. Nénarcassë was designed after the Arcalcassë Palace in Imladris; it was an emulation of the center of civilization.


As they walked she named some of the flowers they passed to Eldarion and the layout of the Palace Complex, she could sense that the King still had reservations against the alliance, she did not fault him and perhaps she had been too overconfident by springing it on him so swiftly. She had regrets but as the saying goes, We must swim with the river's current or drown. Sémarë had created her own current and now must ford it before she is lost in its swiftness. She had no desire to wage war across the lands. Wars were unpredictable, messy. Destructive. The advancement in technologies have done wonders for medicine, media, and sceine. But also, have given armies even greater means of slaughter, of death. No. That is not what Sémarë wanted for Ascarenor. And one cannot forget about popular opinion. Which is easily swayed to revolution if wars go badly. Revolutions ended regimes. And when a regime ended. Well. Nothing ever good happened to leaders then. She only wanted to secure the Viceroyalty's position and defense. She was alone, after all, and wanted - no needed - allies in Audaxia.

The Arda Tuluvan faith, yes, she admitted to herself, did advocate for conquest and unification. But those Holy Books were written before the Consolidation, surly their words about dominion no longer hold any sway? The Commandment of Heaven has been fulfilled! Everyone in the Empire knows that. She had always been taught that their ancestors, the founders of the Great Tercenë Dynasty, had fulfilled the final command; bring peace and stability to the empire and usher a golden age of innovation and prosperity, a feat they truly have accomplished.

She eventually led the King over a small rounded bridge to an island with a small garden pavilion. The Viceriene stood looking out into the pond that surrounded the little pavilion, “Within these waters swim many a koi fish.” She leaned over the edge slightly, her left hand resting on the railing. “These koi have lived here for over a hundred and fifty years, Eldarion, truly a symbol of longevity and perseverance.”

“According to legend, there is a place called the Andon Hlócérion, the Dragon Gate, at the top of a large waterfall on the Great River Sirion. Koi would swim up the river, against the current and all obstacles to reach the base of the waterfall. Although many would try, only a few were brave and able enough to attempt the final leap up the waterfall. It is said that if a koi is able to complete the journey through the Dragon Gate at the top of the falls, then it would be transformed into a powerful dragon.” She chuckled softly before turning her head to Eldarion, “Can you imagine such a small creature becoming something greater, Eldarion? A guardian of Heaven or a compassionate protector. All because it had the resolve to see journey’s end.”
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Eldarion was relieved as his call for adjournment was agreed upon by the Viceriene, letting out a relaxing sigh. He watched as the assorted members of the Ascarenorian cabinet began to shuffle out of the room, quietly conversation about the day's events. He waited as she spoke and non-verbally communicated with some of her servants and her Deputy Viceroy.

As the Viceriene bid her farewells to the Prince and the Steward, both bowed to her and smiled. "My Lady." Edward said with a glowing face. "Your Majesty." Johnathan said with a slight nod. They followed the Deputy Viceroy out of the room, going to relax and prepare for the evening to come.

As the Viceriene extended out her right hand towards him and invited him out to the Imperial Gardens, he was cordial in his response.

"Of course, Your Grace. I would delight in the beauties of your Imperial Gardens. I enjoy the exchanging of pleasantries, but to talk in a more relaxed atmosphere would certainly put me at ease."

As the King and Viceriene walked together in the gardens, he looked around at the beautiful flowers and trees, seeing colors so vivid and bright he thought himself to be dreaming. The sound of running water calmed him, and he smiled. Truly smiled. Everything was perfect, and that was just the way he liked it.

He was told of the immense size of the Palaces and halls where they were, with the assorted purposes of every nook and cranny that was of note. He assumed that the Arda Tuluvan style was that of extreme organization: everything had a place and everything was in its place. Eldarion appreciated the organization of the Arda Tuluvans. If they were to be Gondor's allies, they needed to be united in their convictions. If they were, they would get along famously.

Eldarion did have his reservations about the alliance, however, and not ones that were to be so easily assuaged by silver tongued speech. He had made note of many advisors he saw, trying to read which ones were radicals and which ones weren't, but to no avail. They hid their fervour all too well, being quite stone-faced. He hoped that the Viceriene had in fact been hinting to him that he was being bamboozled by the upper echelon of the Arda Tuluvan authority on the true purpose of the alliance: to be possible cannon fodder for their nefarious agendas. Gondor had always been a nation of tolerance for religious freedom, but had little tolerance for extremism of any sort, weeding it out wherever it could be found. Eldarion knew that there were weeds, and wanted to pull them up by the roots.

He planned to be quite frank with the Viceriene rather than beating around the bush. Those religious texts and doctrines that they had gone over still made his stomach churn, for he had no desire to be allies with a bunch of zealots. He would press the issue slightly more before he would agree to the alliance.

He listened as they came to a covered pavilion with a pond, with Sémarë describing a legend about Koi fish who became mighty dragons. He did not care for the Tuluvan way of speaking in riddles, but he understood what she meant well enough. If he would but have the courage to accept the alliance, Gondor and Ascarenor would be able to come together in a great and powerful alliance, one that would strengthen their position in the world immensely. They, at this point, were the Koi fish. Perhaps she was right. It was time to become dragons.

He turned his head to her, and smiled.

"You have reassured me much, Viceriene. Sémarë, the only thing that worries me now is the fact that you have disagreement with your cabinet upon your religious policies. If there is division amongst the lot of you, how could and alliance between us truly be as fruitful as you say? I trust you, but I don't trust those who sit to your sides. Gondor and Ascarenor can and should be dragons, Sémarë, but we need to watch for serpents nipping at our heels. Their bite may not sting, but their poison is the silent killer. To speak to your question, I believe that you and I can be those Koi fish who make it over the waterfall and become the protectors of Heaven. I can imagine it now. Our journey's end could be one fraught with danger, I will say. If we can forge this alliance correctly, our prosperity and longevity would be grand, I would dare to say. You have earned a friend in me, Sémarë Sareär. Despite my reservations, for the good of our collective peoples, nations, and the overall peace and security in Eastern Audaxia, I will accept your offer of alliance. I have the resolve to see this through. Know that I will hold you to the oath you have made me, and that you have my assurance that if Ascarenor were ever to be attacked, Gondor would rally her troops in support of Ascarenor. Let us usher in a grand era of peace."
Edited by Gondor, Jun 19 2016, 10:33 PM.
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Sémarë turned to face the King extending her hands outward with a bow, her eyes remained on his as she smiled broadly, it was difficult to discern if it were genuine or not. These Arda Tuluvans were incredibly hard to read, after all, emotions – thus facial expressions – were an expression of indent, of motivation, and one did not last long at Court without carefully guarding ones intentions. Intrigue and machinations are what dominates the Imperial Court. Sémarë lasted longer than any of her other sisters; she knows how to play the game well. However, at this particular time Eldarion could be certain that Sémarë’s smile was genuine, that her intentions were noble.

“And with me, Eldarion, a friendship you made as well as a future sister-in-law. I reaffirm my vow to you, King of Gondor, that as long as my heirs rule Ascarenor Gondor may forever find an ally in us ad that our two nations shall know peace and be faithful and true from now until the end of my line.”

She held out her right hand for Eldarion to take, “I shall escort you to your residence in the Palace of Tranquil Longevity. There you shall find a copy of the alliance that I propose for you to review and in the morrow we can discuss any amendments Your Majesty might wish for.”

Eldarion noticed shade around him. He saw a large ornate multi-layered umbrella being held above them. An entourage had appeared as they strolled through the courtyards. Many servants with heads lowered followed them, eventually six bearers hoisting circular standards appeared before them; two holding the Viceriene’s personal sigil, another two holding the standard of Ascarenor, and two more with Phoenixes. This was the way of things, rarely did the Viceriene travel anywhere within the palace complex, or the Empire, without being announced in such a fashion.

As they walked towards the Palace in which Eldarion was staying he noticed how much of a city the Palace Complex really was, the towering pagodas, the spires, and the grand halls all came into better view once they emerged from the tree covered garden that was built in such a way as to seem remote within the Vermilion Walls of the Nénarcassë Palace. He saw dozens of workers, servants, guards, and bureaucrats all walking about preforming some function or another. As they walked closer all would eventually fall on hands and knees as the Viceriene and King passed them by, then, as if nothing happened they would dust of their robes and scurry about.

“Here we are, Your Majesty,” She gestured to the archway to the Palace of Tranquil Longevity. “A sedan chair shall arrive to bring you and your party to the Melwa Grand Pavilion for this evening banquet in Your Majesty’s honor. Until then, King of Gondor, may your reign last a thousand years.” She bowed again respectfully before her own sedan chair appeared to carry her off.


Upon a low desk in Eldarion's main reading room was a thick document titled:
Charter of the Greater East Audaxia Co-Propensity Sphere





Everything has been taken care of, Highness. Ehtelë signed to Sémarë once she was seated. The Legate will be occupied until the signing ceremony.

She nodded approvingly. Nothing must go amiss, Ehtelë. Everything must be done delicately. Once the alliance is signed the Legate will have no choice but to assent her agreement.

And the Empress?

She eyed him shaking her head, She has recently ascended and therefore cannot allow the Court to see her weak or dishonorable. I swore an Unbreakable Oath the capital will acquiesce.

"His is very attractive, Highness." Ehtelë spoke after some time in silence. The Viceriene gave an almost unnoticeable puzzled look, "The future Noble Consort."

She grinned as she leaned back closing her eyes.
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Eldarion was pleased with Sémarë's reassurance of her oath. In her he believed he had found a true friend and ally, and he surely hoped so. She was to be his sister-in-law, after all. After Sémarë reaffirmed her oath to Gondor, Eldarion took her outstretched hand and listened as she spoke of the evening to come and of the alliance treaty.

"I am eager to see the proposed alliance treaty and agreement, Sémarë. I assure you that I will read through it thoroughly and that if I see anything that I wish to have amended, I will tell you. I look forward to signing the documents and finalizing this friendship between our two nations."

As they continued their stroll toward the Palace of Tranquil Longevity, Eldarion looked about him and saw quite the scene. There were servants with their heads bowed all around, carrying the banners of the Viceroyalty and Arda Tuluva. The entourage was large and seemed slightly extravagant to him, but he said nothing, realizing that the Arda Tuluvan way was extravagant. Whenever the Viceriene traveled somewhere, it seemed that a festival was soon to be held in her honor or that she was going to visit with Manwë himself. He chuckled at the thought of that, knowing that the Lord of the Valar wouldn't pay any mind to the affairs of Audaxia. Of course, he believed none of that, but remembered his childhood days when he had been taught all of the stories of that old religion. His father's reign of despair had caused him to turn away from the old gods, and to find a new faith in Jesus Christ. He never told anyone that he was a Christian. Not even the Steward knew. Prince Edward knew, and so did his youngest brother, Aragorn, who was probably languishing away in the Great Hall of Minas Tirith, drinking and making merry. Aragorn was a quiet fellow, and yet for all his faults he had the potential to be a great leader of Gondor in the coming days. Eldarion suddenly popped back to reality, not knowing why his mind had wondered so far.

As they neared the Palace of Tranquil Longevity, he saw before him the grand scale of the Palace Complex, which was more of a city. The Vermilion Walls were gargantuan, being large, but not as large as walls of Minas Tirith. The towers and spires were so tall that he had to raise his neck up to see their tops. It was all impressive, but what he found to be the most interesting was that any servant or palace worker, no matter what they were doing, would suddenly prostrate themselves before the King and Viceriene, and then suddenly run off again to finish their assigned tasks. He simply didn't understand that level of reverence, even towards a reigning sovereign. Once again, it must've been their custom. He had much to learn of these people yet.

Eventually, after a stirring walk, Eldarion and Sémarë arrived at the palace where he was to stay for a short while and rest before the evening's coming festivities. He turned to the Viceriene and gave her a thankful hand gesture and nodded in gratitude.

"I look forward to the evening's festivities, Sémarë Sareär. Peace be with you until then."

He was guided into the Palace of Tranquil Longevity, and to a series of upper rooms which were for his use and leisure. That was the extravagant part that he didn't mind at all. He first got himself acquainted his amenities and was well pleased with everything that he saw. He soon found himself longing for cleanliness, so he went to a large shower and bathed himself, taking his time to feel the warm water give refreshment to his body and for the steam to open up his sinuses. He remained there for some time before getting out and putting on some fresh raiments for the evening. Eldarion wore a set of his finest royal robes, being a crimson red with white trim around the edges. The sigil of the White Tree was upon his robe and reminded him of all that was at stake. Things from this point on needed to go well, or else. Once he was dressed, he went to his designated reading room and read over the Charter of the Greater East Audaxia Co-Propensity Sphere. He read each section individually, carefully screening the document and making notes of any section or article that he felt might be subject to change.

The economic section was a doozie, but he took the time to read the important parts of it. It was mostly beneficial, but he had a few thoughts about how some wording could be changed in order to be more lenient on businesses.

Eldarion's eyes lit up when he saw the Secondary Protocol section of the treaty. His eyes slowly went over each word, his mind doing its best to understand the magnitude of the conditions of the marriage. His brother would be subjected to being utterly inferior in the marriage, and would be naught but a heir producing machine. A concubine, really. Noble Consort was a title that he wasn't sure that Edward would want or condone at all. This was going to be a major problem. He knew that when Edward married Sémarë that he would be less powerful than he was before, but he hadn't imagined what was being proposed.

He immediately called for the Steward and the Prince to be sent into his study. A few minutes passed before both Johnathan and Edward had come into the room, both being rather puzzled as to why their time of rest had been interrupted. Edward spoke first, inquiring after Eldarion.

"Brother, what is it? This isn't like you at all. Something's wrong."

Eldarion shook his head and took a deep breath before explaining exactly what was going on, handing the treaty to Edward and Johnathan for them to read.

"You see, the way that you are to be married to Sémarë is concerning to me. Edward, I value the quality of life that you will enjoy once you are married, and the way that this depicts your life basically relegates you to being far less than you are now. I don't wish for you to be used as a tool to further the Sareär line. I plan to negotiate for a better situation for you, but I feel that we will encounter trouble trying to find leniency with this."

Edward replied, "Brother, don't worry. I will have a life of peace and plenty here. I will be rich, have a beautiful wife, and though may be a Noble Consort, I will be revered around Ascarenor. I have no fears surrounding my life to come. You don't need to try to make things any different. I am at peace with this."

The Steward looked at both men and sighed. He had taught them both how to be good leaders from a young age, but even he didn't have the answer to this conundrum. He loved Eldarion and Edward dearly, and wanted what was best for them. To Johnathan, they were his sons. He raised them more than Arathorn ever did. He began to speak, and the King and the Prince listened well.

"My boys, my sons. Be at peace with one another. Eldarion, I see your concerns, and they are valid. You have every right as his older brother and as the King of Gondor to question the terms of the marriage alliance. But do not present yourself to them in such a way that you come off as angry. You have done exceptionally well thus far, and I am pleased with you. However, if your brother wishes for you not to push it too far, then don't. He accepted this marriage offer, not you."

The Steward's eyes began to glisten as a few tears ran down his face. He was about to lose Edward, and that was hard for him. He wiped his face off and turned his gaze to Edward, who looked at him as well. Johnathan cleared his throat and gave wisdom to the Prince.

"Edward, do not take this so lightly. You may be attracted to Sémarë, but it is your lust for her that will be your undoing. You still have a choice here. Nothing has been finalized as yet. Letting you go is hard for me. I have watched you grow and develop over time into a charming young Prince of Gondor. You are beloved by many, Ed. Let your brother worry about you. This will be the last time that he ever can. He will ask some questions and negotiate some, but nothing that will sour your coming happiness. Live long and be merry, my son."

The three men then sat in silence and embraced one another, left emotional by the moment.
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Sémarë ensured that everything was ready and in place for the arrival of the King and her future consort. She had been informed that the Steward had left hurriedly on another diplomatic adventure. Had it been another time, had agreements not been made the Viceriene would have been offended by the transgression and all diplomatic discussions would have been canceled. Her Minister of Rites, Haryos Órecalimonin, had barged in to declare this affront to the Empire, to the sanctity of the portents. “Ill-begotten omens, Highness.” He had propagated, “Already clouds move quickly east with the sun.” The Viceriene had dismissed his nonsense quickly. Events would unfold to her desires not to the whims of clouds and dust.

She knew he was right, well she knew agreeing with him would placate the conservative faction at Court. Factionalism She scoffed to herself, the next step is bringing an end to that clique. Her position was not yet chiseled in stone and she could not yet afford to go against the forces of the Imperial Court. Once the treaty was signed the Throne would have no choice but to issue an Imperial Edict conferring Sémarë Sareär as Viceriene of Ascarenor for life as well as creating a hereditary position for her desendants or the Empress would lose fóryë among Court and tarnë to her subjects, thus the Heavenly Throne would garner hén’tumna. It was a perfect plan. She became paramount leader of the Viceroyalty. It solidified Ascarenor’s position within the international community while cementing a lucrative trade deal with a Gondor. Sémarë’s machinations were proceeding precisely according to her designs.

The Legate. She was the greatest problem and a potential disaster. Ilmarë Helyanwenyar was an extremely loyal servant to the Throne and to the Empress – might she live forever. She was also extremely traditional, which worked more to Sémarë’s advantage. Sémarë hoped she concealed her excitement when King Eldarion had called for a recess and wished to speak to the Viceriene alone, away from prying eyes. The Viceriene has quarantined the Imperial Legate within her quarters and blocked all communications so that she could not contact Imladris to foil her plans. The capital did not like when the Viceroyalty did as it pleased, it was to be subordinate to wills and wishes of the Mainland, not the master of its own destiny.

Sémarë was passing back and forth contemplating her plans as the servants tried in vain to dress and ready her for the evening’s banquet. She stopped when Ehtele entered, “It is done, Highness.” He said after a low formal bow, “Three brown hawks will fly low over the Melwa Pavilion during the later Hour of the Tiger.”

She nodded and dismissed him as she finally sat to allow her maids to finish readying her. Three brown hawks. Good. One for good tidings, two for power, three to stay your course and do not waver. Most Arda Tuluvans were superstitious and seeing this should end any uncertainty her ministers might have against the proceedigns.



The Melwa Grand Pavilion was named ‘grand’ more for its opulent style than for its size. It was a hexagonal tower standing far above most of the surrounding buildings. When one entered the dining hall one understood its design, tall stain glass windows lined each of eight walls with large hexagons cut from the glass to offer a view of the beautiful scenery. Four wooden pillars carved to resemble trees held the high ceilings up which were covered in emeralds in imitation of leaves.

Within the square at the center of the room, the columns at each corner, were six small tables low to the ground, three on northern half and three on the southern with a dais towards the west where two ornate tables sat. To the east was quartet playing traditional Arda Tuluvan instruments, the sound of soft beautiful music lifted and filled the room.

Viceriene Sareär wore a fine silken dress of blue and silver, her circular headdress was much more subdued, still elegant. Sémarë decided she would dress in a fashion one might for family, a more relaxed look, humble look. To an outsider, she displayed little in humility but such were the subtle ways of Arda Tuluvans. Everything was done purposefully and with precision, from the architecture to fashion, from rituals to cookery.

Sémarë greeted the King with a slight bow, “Your Majesty.” To Edward she greeted him with kiss on his cheek and a warm smile, “Your Highness. Please.” She gestured for them to take their seats. She extended a hand to the King to escort him to his seat, “I hope the treaty and protocols were to your liking. Of course, Majesty, we might discuss any finer details now or on the morrow if that is your preference.”

The King was given the honor of sitting next to the Viceriene, while the Prince took his seat to their right. Sémarë wanted King Eldarion and Prince Edward to feel welcome and familial. There would be grand, elegant State dinners in the days to come but, for now, a small gathering would suffice. Therefore she had only invited a small group of people; next to the Gondorian Prince sat Prince Veryacas, he was twenty-one years old and Sémarë’s only full-blooded sibling. Sémarë was happy he had decided to come with her. After all, Veryacas was awful at Court intrigue and cared little for politics instead preferring an artist’s course. The Arda Tuluvan Prince was quite accomplished in poetry and music. Sémarë’s greatest fear was that if her brother had remained in Imladris he would have been used as a pawn for some power-hungry Courtier.

Across the two Princes sat the large, muscular Lindari king Findaráto Barādisapāren – of all the monarchs within Ascarenor he supported Sémarë’s vision for the future. Next to him sat his lover, a handsome and brilliant Teleri councilor, Niracos Attosérecorin, and a Noldori woman, Ambarturë Lóravarníne, the Proconsul of the Presidium, who had known Sémarë for many years. The people assembled were counted to be true friends and allies of the Viceriene.

Music filled the air as servants entered and filled each table with the evenings first course, everyone was given a small silver cup and pitcher with miruvórë, an Ascari fine wine fermented from the lychee fruit; and eärlaucë, a lobster salad with saffron infused dressing.

“A rarity to go so long without any consorts, to be sure, the daughters of an empress.” Veryacas said to Edward. His accent was much thicker than the Viceriene’s or the Legates, almost more musical and rhythmic, “I think Eighth Princess will me much happier now.” He shook his head raising a hand, “I mean the Viceriene.” He still used the Arda Tuluvan dynastic convention on nomenclature, each child of a reigning empress was referred by their order of birth, Veryacas himself would be known was Eleventh Prince.
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Eldarion and Edward thanked the Viceriene for her hospitality, and Edward lavished a compliment upon her.

"Your beauty is eternal, my Lady. May you live forever, and may your descendants ever rule Ascarenor for twelve times twelve thousand years."

Eldarion took the Viceriene's hand as she escorted him to his seat, and he sat down gently. The King looked about himself and saw a motley gathering for the evening meal. He was impressed by the sight of what seemed to be a very muscular and bulky minor king. That elf was a mountain, and nearly made Eldarion feel uneasy. He then turned his gaze to a smaller elf who seemed to have some sort of connection to the big one. Then it dawned on him. They were lovers. As a Christian, he opposed homosexuality, but he also knew that his Lord and Savior Jesus had shown grace and love to all sinners. He would heap no judgement on them. That was the Lord's job. The woman who sat at the other end of the table seemed to be quite the high-ranking official, and he wondered how much she would have to say when he voiced his opposition to certain aspects of the marriage agreement.

Elarion knew that there was a slight sense of tension in the air, and he knew exactly why. He had offended the Arda Tuluvans by sending the Steward away in haste and without notice. The King now regretted his impulsive decision making. He had to apologize, but he couldn't seem week. Not now. He looked the Viceriene right in the eye and apologized while still maintaining his sense of dignity.

"Viceriene, I sincerely apologize for sending the Steward away so hastily and without due notice. Forgive my transgression, for I didn't understand that it would be perceived as an ill-tasted move. I can, however, say that he was sent away on important errand, one that I would normally see to myself."

He said a silent prayer before taking the first sip of the fine wine that had been served. It was well aged and was soothing to his taste buds. Wine always had been a luxury to him. Eldarion took a few small nibbles of his salad before continuing to speak, carefully wording his opinionated take on the proposed marriage.

"There is on thing, Viceriene, that worries me about this proposed marriage. It is the manner in which the marriage is to be structured. I respect your culture and religious traditions, but I wish for my brother to truly be happy and content with his life to come here in Ascarenor. I want this marriage to be slightly more equal. I will not oppose the marriage being a matrilineal, but I do wish that his "reproductive duties" not be a condition of the treaty. Trust me, my brother will oblige to uniting with you to produce an heir to your line, but forcing him to do so by contractual obligation is something that I see as degrading to his status and title. I believe in species rights and dignity and this is quite frankly an affront to me. If the treaty were amended to simply state that it is expected that the marriage be procreative in nature, that would suffice to quell my worries. I would also like to see that he is given leisure to have visitation rights to Gondor at least twice a year. Edward is beloved by his people and by me, so this is a needed addendum to ensure the happiness of Gondor with this alliance. These are my only terms. If they are accepted, I will sign the treaty as soon as the changes are made official."

Eldarion then turned again to his meal, quietly eating and drinking to his satisfaction.

Edward enjoyed the company of Veryacas. He seemed to be quite the lively fellow, and the Prince responded to the Arda Tuluvan Prince's statments.

"I think she will be quite happy. I will do whatever I can to ensure that. To tell you the truth, I am glad to be starting this new life. My life in Gondor has been one of solitude and far too much structure. I prefer to be leisurely in nature. I love my country and her people, but this will be a new and grand adventure for me. I also like my new name. Herendil. I could get used to that."

Edward looked around at the scenery out the windows of the tower and was pleased with what he saw. The architecture was captivating, and the view from the tower was extravagant. Edward also heard the traditional Arda Tuluvan music playing in he background. It calmed him, being like a soft breeze or a whisper on the wind. He turned his gaze to his soon-to-be wife, and was taken aback once again by her beauty. He loved her sliver and blue dress. Her style was elegant yet reserved, and he appreciated that.

"Your sister is beautiful. I have been blessed by Heaven to have such a bride." He remarked.

Edward slowly began to daydream, thinking about his coming life.
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Veryacas raised his glass in toast towards Edward and they both finished their drinks in one gulp, “You will have a friend in me, Herendil.” He said while refilling both their glasses, “And finally I will have someone who will be considered equal! No more constant bowing and the everting of eyes. How grand it will be!”

The Arda Tuluvan prince took another large gulp. Veryacas was used to life within the Imperial Dynasty, he grew up in the Arcalcassë Palace in Imladris; a complex of buildings thrice the size of Nénarcassë, the rituals and structure of Court was second nature and he never really thought of it as a burden, but as a way of life. Edward would enter into his new life in Iscamir as Noble Consort a life surrounded by ritual, though, he would be considered the second highest ranked person within Ascarenor; and with it came many perks and privileges.

“Tell me, Herendil, what hobbies do you enjoy? I, myself, have a great love for poetry and fine libations.” He shook his glass with a smile. “And travel. After your marriage to the Serene Highness you will get to see all the corners of Ascarenor and all the fine and beautiful things!”



It was reassuring to the Viceriene that the King had apologized for sending the Steward away, she herself was not offended. Although, sending an important figure such as him in the middle of negotiating perhaps the most important treaty either nation has signed could be seen as detrimental if it were not for the fact that Eldarion had agreed to join their nations together. Gondor had an absolute monarchy and the King’s word was law. There was no fear that their Senate would not ratify the treaty. In essence Ascarenor’s Viceriene had almost absolute power as well, though the complexities of the Ascari government are extremely convoluted and confusing. Many foreign political analysists have a difficult time trying to figure out who has more authority, or who outranked who. The State Council or the High Assembly could veto legislation issued by the Viceriene, but thankfully the Proconsul and key members of the State Council shared Sémarë’s vision.

“Your words ease me, Majesty.” Sémarë Sareär began. He kept his eyes locked on hers, good. He was beginning to understand Arda Tuluvans which brought more calm to her than his words. “After all, events of the word rarely unfold to our desires. We must swim with the rivers current or drown, Eldarion. For the wind is always strongest towards the mountain peak and we must not waver if we desire to be dragons.”

The Proconsul stood and bowed low to both the Viceriene and the King, “If I might be given leave to speak, Serene Highness?” She said with yet another low bow. Sémarë flicked her hand quickly in approval, “It can be arranged for the future Noble Consort to travel at his leisure to Gondor. There are feastdays where it would be ill-advised for the Prince to leave, I assure you there are many auspicious times of the year best suited for travel. The Ministry of Rites will ensure the best times. His Highness, naturally, will have the opportunity to travel to Gondor many times a year, after all, our two great nations are close neighbors.”

“Your Majesty, it is not our intention to abase the Prince.” Lóravarníne turned to bow her head to Edward, “Article 5 was written to showcase to the Empress – might she live forever – the seriousness of our conviction and our hopes for a fruitful union. It is perhaps written rather draconian; it was not our intent to give insult. For that, Your Majesty, my eyes are lowered as author of this treaty for the affront I have shown to the Royal and Honorable House of Namarien. I ask that no fault is shown to Her Most Serene Highness, the Viceriene.” She fell to a full kowtow before them.
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Herendil looked at Veryacas with a warm smile and continued to drink his wine cup before responding, "You will have a friend in me as well! I will enjoy my new rank and title, despite my brother's protests. I have always wanted to see the world, and I believe that seeing Ascarenor will be a beautiful and mighty thing! I hope to see the greatest waterfalls and the finest sunsets. As for what I enjoy, personally I delight in music. I sing as well as play many instruments, though they aren't Arda Tuluvan in nature. Perhaps I shall learn to play your instruments and sing your songs."

King Eldarion had listened well to the Viceriene and others speak while maintaining a brooding facial expression. He was glad that Sémarë had forgiven his mistake with the Steward and all. That had been a mighty faux pas on his part--something that he would do well to remember not to do with any other diplomatic visits in the future.

He watched as the author of the treaty fell into a full kowtow, and felt guilt come upon him. He had been too harsh, and hadn't shown grace or compassion, as he believed that all good kings should. He realized that there was much tradition and reverence with the way that Arda Tuluvans carried themselves and that he had to address the Proconsul's kowtowing before him.

"In the name of House Namárién, as Eldarion, King of Gondor and head of the House, you, Proconsul, are forgiven. I didn't realize that Article 5 was for the Empress' benefit--may she live forever, and apologize for my misunderstanding. I will allow Article 5 to remain as is, and I thank you for allowing my brother to be able to visit Gondor when it is pleasing to Ascarenor. You may rise, if you please."

He turned to Sémarë and said, "I am ready to sign the treaty when you are. I am quite happy with its terms and our coming alliance. We will be the mighty dragons of the east, Sémarë Sareär. I believe that my brother, based on what I can tell, has found a friend in your brother Prince Veryacas. I am glad to see that Edward is already looking forward to his life here. You will find that while he may seem strong and handsome, he isn't the warrior type like I am. He has a love for the finer and more beautiful things in life, especially music. He can sing and play many instruments, which I hope he shares with you. He is quite the musician."
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Ambarturë Lóravarníne stood, bowing her head again, “Your Majesty is most honorable and kind. Ten thousand years, ten of ten thousand years may you reign.”

“You learn our ways quickly, Eldarion.” Sémarë said with a faint smile, “Many have fumbled and fell from grace, but you, you adapt and remain steadfast. Tomorrow we shall have the signing ceremony in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. We shall be mighty dragons in the east; we have scaled the waterfall, Majesty. We must now, only, pass through the gate.”

She looked over at her brother and Edward who did seem to get along quite well, drinking and laughing with one another, “It seems they have found friends in one another. Your brother will enjoy his life in Iscamir. We are a nation of culture and beauty; he will never struggle to find the finer things in life. Music is an important facet of our lives and faith. I think I will delight in his music.”


The rest of the evening went smoothly and was very pleasant. All types of exotic food arranged in beautiful works of art. It was most pleasing to the eye, the delicious aroma of the rich food almost made one salivate. The unfathomable tastes of each course complemented each other perfectly; each drink that went with the dish was deliberate, precise. Everything was how it should be, not one taste or flavor out of place, not one stronger or weaker than it should be, like everything in Ascarenor was, the only way to put it, very Arda Tuluvan.

As the night progressed, the music changed with each course, it was believed that all the senses should accompany a meal: taste, smell, sign, and sound. It was almost unfathomable how the change in music went flawlessly with the taste.

Timing was also important for Arda Tuluvans waited long periods between each dish. This allowed for one to fully appreciate the taste and not eagerly overeat. Many times before a new dish was brought out, a new dance was performed by a group of women and men. Many were almost overtly scandalous and sexual, yet somehow maintained an extremely conservative nature; this type of duality was in most things Arda Tuluvan. The dance was graceful and pleasing. The unison of the dancers was memorizing, the intricacies of each move and form kept the viewer hooked and astonished.


After the last dish had been taken away Sémarë held out her hand to Ehtelë who helped her stand from the low seat. She nodded to the King and gestured for the music to stop. She walked gracefully, almost as if she was floating on clouds, towards Edward. Her face, as always, remained stoic showing no emotions, but the truth was she was extremely satisfied; her eyes seemed to sparkle, almost betraying her stoicism. She had accomplished everything she had set out to do: form a lucrative trade agreement, forge a strong alliance, and secure her lineage.

Her large brown eyes maintained their lock on her future husband as she glided towards him, “It is best to just follow her lead, my friend.” Prince Veryacas leaned in and whispered to Edward, “I have a feeling I know what is to happen.” He raised his glass to him with a smirk.

Viceriene Sémarë held her hand to Edward. It was time, tonight is a perfect as any other. She would have his conferment done tomorrow after the signing ceremony. However, tonight she would have this done. Edward took her hand and she led him to the other side of the room across from the King, her guests to their left and right. She looked out onto the room then turned to Edward and spoke firmly, yet full of passion, “He is my husband. He is my husband. Edward Namárién, now called Herendil Inglor Ránevaryar, is my husband.”

Edward’s heart skipped a beat. It was happening.. it had happened. He realized he needed but only speak the words and this beautiful, impressive woman would be his wife. He smiled at Sémarë who returned one in kind, which helped to sooth his nerves. Edward followed her lead and spoke the same words, “She is my wife. She is my wife. Sémarë Sareär is my wife.”

“So it is done.” Ehtelë spoke, “May Heaven bless this union.”

The others assembled stood, speaking in unison before falling to hands and knees, “Honor and glory. Tranquility and prosperity.”

Sémarë leaned in to give her husband their first kiss, “We are married, lord husband.” She smiled broadly for the first time, a genuine, affectionate smile. “I will ever endeavor to make you happy."

Arda Tuluvan marriage customs were quite short, as long as both parties describe the other as their husband or wife three times in front of witnesses, then they are considered married. There are, usually, other blessings and formalities, but the exchange of affirmations suffices for a binding marriage vow.

“Come, my dear, let us retire to the Hall of Union.”
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OOC- I'm glad that you rp'd as Edward a bit as he's about to be your character anyways. I'm going to leave the "Hall of Union" stuff to you, as I don't really wish to rp anything like that XD. I'll rp the rest of the dinner pretty much from Eldarion's perspective.


Eldarion smiled at Sémarë and responded, "You have my thanks for your grace, Viceriene. I am delighted that we shall sign the treaty tomorrow and join our nations together in an unbreakable alliance."

He listened as Sémarë spoke of Edward's musical talents and his friendship with Veraycas. His eyes turned towards the two princes and he smiled at the thought of his brother having a friend in Ascarenor. Especially one that delighted in the fine arts as he did. "I believe that this friendship between our brothers will be an important one in the days to come. Perhaps Edward may even learn the Arda Tuluvan ways from Veryacas."

As the night progressed, Eldarion enjoyed his meal thoroughly and listened to the sweet sound of music emanating from somewhere nearby. The taste of the food almost sent Eldarion into a trance of comfort and pleasure. Each morsel of food gave him joy as he ate several courses slowly, savoring each and every last bite. When the dancers came into view and began traditional Arda Tuluvan dance, the King watched closely, engrossed with the synchronization of the dancers. They were graceful, but yet suggestive. Modest yet sensual. Eldarion wasn't much for having dances done for him, but this dance pleased him. He enjoyed the exotic ways of the Arda Tuluvans.

Eldarion watched as Sémarë motioned for her confidant Ehtelë and gracefully walked towards Edward. He wondered what she was up to, and sat up in his chair, paying close attention to what was to happen next. Sémarë's expression remained rather emotionless, as the Arda Tuluvans were tactful about how they went about things, and yet her eyes twinkled with joy. She remained stone-faced as she walked across the room. Eldarion knew she was up to something, but he couldn't figure out what it was. He looked over at Veryacas and saw him softly tell Edward something, but what the elven prince had said he could not hear. When he saw Sémarë hold her hand out to his brother, he thought that a dance of some sort was to follow. But there was no music! All was quiet, and Ehtelë, Edward, and Sémarë moved to a place in the room just across, with Eldarion in full view of what was to take place. Edward had followed her lead, as Eldarion knew that he would. Sémarë's eyes and Eldarion's met briefly as she looked around the room, and then Eldarion began to catch on. It was a ceremony for certain, but what exactly it was he did not know.

Sémarë then turned to Edward and spoke that he was her husband three times. Eldarion's eyes widened as he realized that a wedding ceremony was taking place, unsuspected and right before his eyes. The way that the Viceriene spoke with passion for his brother have him goosebumps. Sémarë was truly in love with Edward, and for that he was glad. The King's gaze then turned to the Prince, who seemed unsure. Sémarë smiled at him and he found comfort in her expression, reciting the exact same vows that she had.

Ehtelë blessed the marriage, and so did the other guests as well. Sémarë and Edward kissed, which to him meant that it really was official. His brother was married. He heard Sémarë invite her new husband to retire to the Hall of Union, but Eldarion spoke before they left, astonished at what had happened so suddenly.

"Sémarë, before you go, there is something you ought to know. The Line of Kings in Gondor aren't entirely human. There is a reason that Edward is as handsome as he is. The blood of Númenór runs in our veins, as we are members of the Númenórean race. We are descendants of Elros himself, and a race entirely our own, born of the love of men and elves. I am joyful for your marriage to Herendil, and I pray that your marriage will be blessed with fruitful seeds for your line. Go now, and unite as one!"

With the King's blessing, Edward took the hand of his new wife and followed her to the Hall of Union, happy for what was to come. He was married to a woman that he never could've dreamed up. He had even gotten to kiss her! It just kept getting better and better for him and his life to come. He had made a friend in Veryacas and had a great adventure ahead of him. Herendil Inglor Ránevaryar stepped gracefully away into the first chapter of his new life as a Prince of Ascarenor.
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