The Throne Room

[Élraina LÓminís]

Next morning
Élraina Stepped in to the throne room, her hair hung loosely down her back and her elven traveling grab she had worn the day before replaced with an outfit of tight leather. Her sword rested loosely in her hand, her daggers hung from her belt and there was an inner flame that burned bright in her blue eyes... She wandered towards the throne taking no notice of the looks she received from the wafts and strays that waited for the dark lord and his ladies attention. As she stood before the dais she bowed low... ”M’lord, you bid me return when I had rested and was ready to start my training” she spoke and tried to close her mind around the wandering thoughts of the man she had seen the day before and the burning desire that ran though her.

[Tinaldor]

Tinaldor was sat discussing the progress of the war preparations, with one of his highest ranked commanders, a General Reibisch, perhaps one of the finest fighters he knew. when Elraina entered the room. She certainly had a new presence about her, her desires and passions hightened and taking control of her mind. That was good, but she would need to learn to control her emotions, and hone them into perhaps the most valuable asset she would ever have. He motioned to Reibisch to approach the young elf Elraina.
"Your training begins today, and for the next two weeks, you shall serve under my most prized soldier, Reibisch. He has fought alongside me for years, and leads a third of the forces under my command. You shall train with his Elves in the barracks, and learn the harsh realities of soldiery. When these two weeks are over, you shall report back to me, and I will take your training on personally. Even though you are my pupil, you will be treated indifferently. These two weeks shall be perhaps the most challenging of you life."
Tinaldor turned and pointed to a table, covered in cruely contructed, spiked, black and purple Dark Elven armour, a long sword, bow, and quiver of barbed arrows.
"These items have been crafted for you by my armourers. They will display your status to my men. Use them well. Earn it. Now General I have need to discuss matters briefly with Elraina."
The large man turned and walked off to expect the armour, and Tinaldor turned to talk to Elraina, towering slightly over her.
"Now, you will know that war will soon be upon us, a greater evil threatens this land. If this attack comes while you are in my service, you will fight in the armies of Mordor, and will fight as part of my personal bodyguard. Also... "
Tinaldor paused, and a look of stern yet lordly presence came to his face.
"Yesterday, you hung back to watch the Lord Azrael's discussion with myself. I wish to know why."

[Élraina LÓminís]

Élraina Looked the general up and down hardly hiding her distaste for him, she suddenly wanted what he had, the admiration and praise from Tinaldor, the position in his army. All things she would have backed away from a few days before that now etched in her minds eye. She listened as the dark lord explained her training, and then pointed out the armor that was laid out on the table. “Thank you, I will do more than earn it “the elf-maiden was about to wander over and inspect the cruel liking metal work when to her surprise the dark lord dismissed the general saying that he needed a moment with her.

She held her place as Tinaldor towered over her; he talked of the up coming war and how her position in his royal guard would depend on if the time came while she was under his instruction. Part of her willed the war came early, to fight along side him would be more than an honor it would be a dream. Sudden his words echoed inside her head, she winced and fought the urge to pull away, her actions from the day before had been noticed. “M’Lord it was not the discussion I was watching but the man” her cheeks pinked slightly at her admittance. Even as she spoke, the feelings of desire that Azrael had awoken in her the day before, made a new assault on her body and mind. "i did not know he was a lord, but i wonder if he has a woman" she gasped as she realised she had spoken the final part of her sentance out loud, though it hardly mattered cause Tinaldor would have felt it in her heart even if she had never muttered the words openly.

[Tinaldor]

Tinaldor sharp teeth showed as his lips curled in a cruel grin. She reminded him of another trainee long ago... Only that one had lusted for him, not another Lord. Ah... the memories... He chuckled aloud, and spoke with a hint of sarcasm on his voice.
"I see lust has been awoken in you. Well Azrael is Lord of Gondor, and a powerful warrior from what I hear tell. By all means, seduce him. As far as I know he does not have a woman. It would help greatly to cement Mordor's and Rivendell's alliance with Gondor. And lust is an important part of your training in the dark arts. Learn to use it. learn to control using it. And do not be ashamed of your desire... Desire drives us."
Turning to face the General, pointed to the armour on the table. He could feel her lust to have the General's status. The night had certainly done her good..
"Now, go join Reibisch, and he will take you to your training. Come to me if anything is needed."

[Azrael Turnbull]

Azrael entered the throne room with a small feeling of hope, but once he saw the throne room was a lot more empty than last time, his hope diminished.

Of course... He thought to himself.

What did you expect?

Azrael turned his attention to the figures who had just entered the room and approached him.

"I am here for Lord Tinaldor!" Azrael stated.

[Tinaldor]

The Dark Elf Guard lowered his head in a silent bow. He rose his head, and addressed Azrael.

"The Dark Lord awaits you in his study. He suggested that perhaps you might prefer somewhere quiter and more private.... Follow us."

The four Guards turned, and started walking towards a door to the far left of the throne room, but slowly as to make sure he was following.

[Azrael Turnbull]

Azrael followed the dark elf...

((I will post in the study))