The Throne Room

[Tinaldor]

Before you stand huge black metal stone doors, cruelly constructed, with large spikes jutting out. The doors alone suggest the height of evil and majesty. Suddenly, the doors creep open, and before you lies a cavernous room, grand to the extreme, lavish in its design, yet evil in every way. Ahead of you, at the other end of the room, sits two thrones, side by side, upon one which sits the newly crowned Lord of Mordor, dressed in full regalia, and black and purple battle armour, Man-Death stood next to his throne. A huge Dark Elf gestures to the throne.
"Welcome to the Throne room of the Lady and Lord of Mordor. Enter at your peril."

[Telarath]

Telarath made his way through the stone doors that led to the Throne Room of Mordor. He was dressed in his Elvish armour of the First Age. He quickly made his way up and nodded to the Dark Lord Tinaldor. "Dark Lord of Mordor, I am here to answer your request to have my presence. Let us discuss the matters at hand."

[Tinaldor]

Tinaldor smiled, and stepped down from his throne, so they were upon level standing.
"I would wait for Procneus, but perchance I would prefer to brief you before hand."
He laughed slightly, imagining the anger of Procneus at the idea of what was to be suggested.
"Telerath, perhaps you read the stars yourself, for I do not know you that well, but for years, the stars have told of a great evil which threatens this middle earth, one ehich has never been seen before. It is so terrible, that if we do not all stand together, we will most certainly all fall. Mithrandir has also seen it, but neither he, nor I, can forsee what this enemy is. So the reason why I requested your presence. This threat will come upon us soon, this much we know, so we need to be prepared. We have decided to ally all the kingdoms, and fortify and arm our forces as soon as we can. This is our only chance, and if you do not join this alliance, you shall surely fall. However I deem you wise, and I am sure that you will see the wisdom of such a move. So Telerath, will you ally with us, and pledge your kingdom to this fight against the looming strom clouds?"

[Telarath]

Telarath listened as Tinaldor spoke of the doom that was to befall them all should they choose not to come together. He nodded his head as the Dark Lord continued to speak. When the man before him had finished speaking, Telarath quietly cleared his throat. "I have noticed here as of late that the stars have been veiled. I have other means as well to be alerted of evil that is arising. I am here to help in anyway that I can. You have myself as well as my troops. I only hope that the other kingdoms will be as willing."

[Tinaldor]

Tinaldor grinned, and saluted Telerath.
"I am glad to have you with us, friend. So far Isengard, Nan Elmoth, Mordor, and Rivendell have agreed to ally. Rohan and Gondor still have yet to be spoken to. I only hope they are as welcome as you are. "
Thinking, he looked the Elf Lord up and down.
"What is your experience of battle?"

[Telarath]

Telarath smiled and saluted back at Tinaldor. He then listened as the Dark Lord spoke. "I do not know how willing the Men of Middle-earth will be. I only hope they remember how we have helped them in the past. As for my experience in battle, I have partook in nearly all of the battles which the Eldar have assissted in. I have fought in the Battle of Dagorland and the Battle of Tumhalad most notably. The latter I narrowly escaped with my life." Telarath said as he once again remembered his lost kinsmen.

[Tinaldor]

"Those are two battles of great prestige, to survive both you must have noteworthy skill. I shall look forward to seeing you in battle. Of your commanding skills and you strategy I need not ask, I can tell by your eyes that you are a master of both. Myself, I have fought in battles for ages, most notably leading the Dark-Elven forces in the great battle of the valar, to end the first age. "
A scowl rose to his lips at the mention of humans.
"hmmm..... Human-kind, the parasites of this middle-earth, have never been receptive to change, and are usually blind to the reality. This world would be better off without them... but like any good general i make use of what i can. And human-kind has been useful somewhat. Perhaps they can be again."
His lips curled up in an evil grin. Realising his guest may be hungry, he pointed to a table covered in the finest meats, far to the left of the large room.
"Come, eat and drink with me, you must be tired from the journey. It is far from the Hidden Valley of Imladris."

[Telarath]

Telarath listened as Tinaldor spoke before him. He nodded in acknowledgement at what the Dark Lord had to say. " I thank thee for thy confidence in me. I was once the officer right under Gil-galad and have been trained quite proficiently in the way to lead troops. As for your skills, I know that they must be very excellent indeed. The battle which you led is one that shall not be forgotten anytime soon." He then followed his host over to the table and sat down. "It shall be my pleasure to sup with thee."

[Procneus]

*walks into the throne room, a bit late yes, but nonetheless, there. tinaldor was lucky to have his presence in the throne room. proc looks up and sees sentries aiming arrows at him incase he was to try anything. He chuckled, not like anyone could hit him. He strode up to Tinaldor's chair and nodded his head* well hi!

[Tinaldor]

Tinaldor grinned.
"Welcome Lord Procneus. Come, join us in the Council of the Wise, all shall be explained there."
He pointed towards the door.
"I shall be in there. Feel free to eat some food, on yonder table before entering yourself."

[Élraina LÓminís]

The young she-elf strolled in to the throne room as if she had no fear at all; in fact doubt and anxiety rippled though her body and mind as she stood before the dark thrones. She was pulled up to her full height, her head held high and proud as her soft blond hair fell softly around her shoulders, in her hand she held the very sword she had faced him with it in rivendell not days before. “you told me if I wanted to learn the power of the dark elves I should come to you” she said staring straight at Tinaldor “ though my heart lies in the hidden valley, you corrupted my soul even before you drew your sword” her eyes flashed with a darkness that filled every part of them “ I need to feel that power again, I want to know it have it consume me and then succumb to me till I can wield it for good as the Lady Aerianeth does” her voice rang out around the chamber as she gathered all the pain and hatred she could muster in the pit of her stomach and used the power from it to project the sound and feeling as the words rolled from her full lips.

[Tinaldor]

Tinaldor watched silently from his lofty seat, as the young elf strode into the hall. She held her head high, displaying a boldness and courage that he rarely enjoyed in his own warriors when apporaching him. As she stoppeed, standing before him, he looked deep into her eyes, and could see the lust and desire he had planted in her heart, which took root and festered inside her, that corrupted her, drew her to him. However, was she completely free of the purity of the valar and of the light... he would soon see. The vast room echoed with her words, almost as if the walls themselves welcomed this corruption. It had been a long time since he had had a student, let alone such a competent one. Not since Aerianeth had he trained such a one. Not smiling, he drew himself down from his throne, and slowly stepped his way down to equal height with her, standing square in front of her.
"Are you truely willing for what I am to teach you? I will teach you to have no mercy, no pity, to kill with no remorse, and to incur the blood rage in battle. Mass murder, blood, death, and fear is our way. We fight for the gain of ourselves, only ourselves, and the higher gains of evil. I believe that you are more then capable of weilding power to equal that of myself, and the fair lady Aerianeth who you wish to please so much. However, you must welcome this yourself, by your own free will, must make the step forward yourself. If you are willing, draw this blade across your hand, and let you blood drip to the stone, as a sign of more blood to be spilt."
He removed a knife from his belt, marked with strange deep elven runes, and takin the blade, held the hilt out to her, waiting for her to decide.

[Aerianeth]

Aeri watched silently from the sidelines. Watching her light elf soldier darken made her heart deepen with more evil. She grinned evily in the ashy shadows as she watched Tinaldor take out his knife. The same knife she used. She ran a finger along her scar, her hand trembling with the excitement of another corruption. She could sense the evil in the room. More than usual. Was it the presence of Elraina? Her mind whirred with thoughts as she watched the act of darkness unfold.

[Élraina LÓminís]

Élraina did not take her eyes off Tinaldor as he stepped down from his throne, where most were scared to look upon him, even some of those within his own kingdom, she did not fear him. He had awakened a deeper darker side to the young she-elf. She felt his words as well as heard them; it was like he was searching with in her for some weakness some doubt about what she was doing. But Doubt had left her the moment she had crossed the borders of his kingdom, the dark lands where her childhood nightmares had slumbered felt nearly as much like home as Rivendell did.
She didn’t reach out for the knife immediately, instead she looked directly at the dark lord her eyes lingering on his and she pushed a thought out towards him, even though she had never tried it before she was sure he would hear her “if you doubted me I would already be dead, if you didn’t believe my commitment, smell the raw uncultivated power in me I would have been run from your throne room before I could open my mouth” almost taunting him with her delay. Then slowly she reached out and wrapped her delicate fingers round the hilt of his weapon.
A forceful wave of dark energy rippled though her running up though her hand and spreading though out her being. It was suffocating, trying to rid her of her own sense of being, determined to make her just another of his minion, that followed him unquestionably because they had no sense of being other than to serve him. ..But she would not give in to it. Smiling at him her dark eyes sparkling and burning with inner spirit Élra held her free hand out in front of her, the soft pale palm open upwards. The Blade flashed white reflecting the torch light as she drew it across her delicate skin. At first there was no evidence of her actions, then slowly a thin of crimson appeared getting thicker as her blood seeped from the wound... cupping her hand letting it well in to a pool then closing her fingers in to a fist she turned her hand and let the blood fall “For all the blood that will be spilt at my hand for my own gain” she said as it landed with to the stone at his feet “iam ready and willing for your instruction M’Lord”

[Azrael Turnbull]

Azrael entered the throne room holding a letter. He bowed low before Tinaldor.

"Sorry I'm late my lord Tinaldor... When I arrived back at Gondor I had trouble handling my mail!"

Azrael smiled, hoping Tinaldor would understand what he meant..

Surprised to see me?

As happy as he seemed, inside he was trying to control his anger.