Cousins Reunite

Played By:
AelKennyr Rhiano
BelenosStormchaser Magic
Comet Quijote
Dylanfox Petrov
Linwe Zifanwe
Lyra Constantine
Malakyte Thorn
Powers Constantine
Shawn Daysleeper
Snowellenightthall Resident
Wind Adamski


"I will take Queen Llyra, Lady Pelinor and Lady Snow with me to the dock. Please repair to the big salon below and wait for me to return with them,” The Queen of Sylvhara announces.

Malakyte Thorne sniffs, her feet always being washed by the sea, and nods. Linwe, too, nods to the queen’s request.  Faulkes Voronwe bows slightly while Lady Pelinor smiles and leads the way. Keeping a respectful distance behind the queen, Wind Adamski follows his queen, as does Lady Snow.

“Let us go to a lower deck,” commands Queen Comet, and Malakyte nods and follows.

Wind Adamski casts a trained eye out over the surrounding sea and docks. Faulkes Voronwe comments, "I don't think I have even been on a ship this large or elaborate in all of my travels."

Malakyte steps to the side to be out of the way and warily glances across to the dock, not liking being in human form nor confined to the ship with strangers about to meet the Queen. Comet shivers, hoping for warmth in these northeast climes.  Llyra's silvered orbs remain unblinking as she stands on the slightly moving deck. Llyra's peacefulness remains as her trusted guard remains within reach. Powers finds the ship very confining as he can't spread his wings in such a small area. He starts to feel very anxious, taking deep breaths to calm himself.

Queen Comet steps up to the edge to see better. Pelinor Aurotharius immediately felt the deep sense of history of the place when she set foot on the jetty, she had visited the Grey Havens before, but it has lost none of their marvel for her. She locates what seems to be the greeting delegation on the wharf and nods to the Queen reassuringly.

Comet! Comet is here!  The news filled his heart, until his blood pounded his ears, the steady throb a song that kept tempo with the steady pumping of his legs, the steady slap of his shoes against the cobblestones of the street and then the ancient stones of the harbor. As he came to the docks, blue eyes look up, and the Lord of Alqualonde perceived, through eyes that mist with tears, the ship of the Queen of Sylvhara. His Cousin, his nearest kin. He could, as he blinks the tears away, see her slender form aboard the ship. He stops and stares, his chest tight with emotion long pent up.

...the Lord of Alqualonde perceived..the ship of the Queen...

Queen Comet recognizes King Olwe on the docks and waves as she might of as a child when they were young. “Cousin.” She turns and smiles in excitement to everyone, "It is Olwe!" Llyra Constantine slides into a position next to the Queen and waits quietly. Linwe peeks over the railing for a look at King Olwe, whom she has not seen for a long time. Wind Adamski stands, alert to one side of the delegation.

Queen Comet and entourage on the docks at Grey Havens.

Eilif hurries through the early morning.  Scurry as she might her feet are no match for the tall elven King, but her hurrying footsteps come to a halt as she perceives the ship in the harbor.  Towering above all the others, its sweeping lines majestic, even the line of the sails elegant, it takes Eilif's breath away.  Of all the ships that have come and gone during their time in the harbor town, none had come close to this.  Staring, she watches in awe the graceful beings upon it.

Olwe, Adelsteinn, and Eilfi upon the docks

Adelsteinn follows Eilif out onto the docks and sees Olwe staring at the ship. He has never seen such an impressive ship. It looks like a settlement on the waves. It looks sound and commanding in the waters. He walks up to Eilif and Olwe, still staring at the ship in its majesty.

Malakyte glances to Powers and nods reassuringly. Powers Constantine forgets for a moment he is uncomfortable on the ship, as he sees the Queen's excitement seeing her Cousin King Olwe.  Llyra steps up to the thick railing and lifts a hand to call a warm breeze before descending to the docks below.

Queen Comet

Comet sees that Olwe means to come to the ship.  She waits anxiously for her ladies.  Wind Adamsk follows his Queen to the docks while Power’s eyes look out over the bow, seeing King Olwe, as he watches the Queen run down the ramp to him. Malakyte sighs as she watches the others depart.        Comet embraces Olwe. “Cousin, dear! I heard about your ship. I could not get much information." She glances at the dwarven folk.

"My beloved! My Cousin!"

"My beloved! My Cousin!" He grabs her but gently by the upper arms and looks deep into her eyes. "This is beyond my wildest hope, my sweetest dream to see you. I have worried so, since my swans returned not from Sylvhara." Malakyte glances to Powers and nods reassuringly.

"I received no message. I fear for your messengers, the swans..."

"I received no messages. I fear for your...swans.."

Malakyte Thorne hopes that none of her dragons took the swans down. Powers Constantine watches the dwarves with curiosity, remembering a past where he spent much time with them. With his gaze lingering for a second, his attention returns to watch the Queen and King at their happy reunion. Linwe watches bemusedly at the King's great affection for his cousin, the Queen. She looks around at the surroundings and whispers something to Faulkes.  Faulkes Voronwe examines the King from afar and notes the he looks considerably better than the last time he saw the monarch. Malakyte continues to scan the area, alert for dangerous shadows.

"My swans," Olwe repeats, his eyes narrowing as he continues to drink in the sweet face of his Cousin. His mouth forms a hard line. "Who would desecrate swans beloved of Ulmo, older than most of the whole of Middle Earth and its creature?"  He looks about at the entourage. "How can it be my swans did not find you, Beloved?"

Adelsteinn watches Olwe embrace the other. His cousin he called her. He wonders if this is the ship that would carry them to Alqualonde. It does not seem so bad, now. He turns to Eilif, wondering her thoughts.

Eilif follows cautiously on Olwe's heels...

Eilif cautiously follows on Olwe's heels as he again moves forward and embraces one of those who have descended from the ship.  Her dark eyes widen at the strange array of beings upon the dock.  "Cousin?" He called her cousin?  Yet the elf that came to the Green Leaf in had mentioned her as Queen Comet of Sylvhara.  Even Eilif has heard of the lands of Sylvhara and their Queen.  Swallowing hard, she holds back, close to Adelsteinn and watches in awe.

Comet says to Olwe, "I have not been here for a long while. It is improved. The docks are well maintained.” She smiles to the dwarves: one could be a female. She wonders.

Llyra Constantine answers the king. "My apologies, King Olwe. There are many in these times that might find some other purpose for the swans."

Powers raises an eyebrow, looking at Malakyte and whispering, "I hope it wasn't any of Sylvhara's dragons that ate the swans. I know I didn't...thankfully.” Malakyte nods to Powers. “Nor I.”

Faulkes Voronwe mutters, "Good thing no one ever thinks to eat ravens."

Linwe whispers, "Aye, but some say ye are what ye eat....think on it."

Powers Constantine can't help but chuckle as he hears Faulkes."Don't take it as a given, Faulkes."

Linwe presses her lips together, having seen swan served most extravagantly on the orc King’s table recently. She does not wish to be the one to tell this kindly King. Comet swallows and clears her throat. "Cousin, I cannot but speculate what may have occurred. Let us not dwell upon it. I am here now and we are reunited." She skirts the issue and hopes he follows. Queen Comet smirks slightly as Faulkes’ innocent comment drift upon the air to her: she winces.

A red flush had crept up and filled the face of the Eldar elf, but at his Cousin's words, the color drains, and he gives a slow nod, allowing the issue to pass, as it seems his Cousin wishes not to answer in such a public place.

Adelsteinn looks at the gathering. He thinks that he should go tell his kin about the ship. He nods to Eilif. "I should tell the others about this." He looks to the crowd on the dock and bows respectfully in case he is seen. He then whispers to Eilif, "Perhaps keep an eye on Olwe." He then scurries off to the Green Leaf Inn.

Eilif nods in acknowledgement to the Elder, although her eyes never leave the group before her, "Aye, I shall keep an eye on Olwe.. and the rest of this strange group." She turns to give him a reassuring smile as he leaves. "I shall let you know all that I see later."

Queen Comet watches the dwarves curiously. Linwe watches with an arched brow as the dwarf runs off. She turns to Faulkes. "I wonder why he left so suddenly like that? Do ye nae think he would have stayed?" Powers listens and watches the goings on below on the dock. Curiously, one of the dwarves scuttles off, while one remains.

Slowly Olwe releases the Queen's arms and steps back, his gaze sweeping across the others. "My friends," The King of the Teleri says, warmly. "Good it is to see you once more."

Llyra Constantine inclines her head in deep respect for the King.  Wind Adamski stands impassively observing all.

Wind Adamski

Comet shivers, again. “My dear, can we go inside?” She smiles.

Olwe follows her graceful form as she makes her way up the plank and onto the enormous, great ship of the Queen of Sylvhara. Into a great cabin, they enter the carpet luxurious, the walls a deep red, and the furnishings elven and achingly familiar.  Olwe's eyes follow her as he walks in, breathing in a sigh. "Long have I worried for you, my Cousin," he says softly.

"I can believe it if your messages went astray,” answers the queen. "King Olwe, what is your connection with the dwarves, if I may ask?"

"...what is your connection with the dwarves...?"

Linwe tries to fade into a largish fern.  She is quite content with the pot of ferns and plays with a frond as she listens to the proceedings.  Faulkes thinks he could not have picked a better outfit to clash dreadfully with the carpet while Malakyte looks around, wondering where to stand and settles near the queen.  Powers looks around noticing there are no windows; although it appears to be lush furnishings for bipeds, the fresh sea air felt much more inviting.

Linwe tries to fade into a largish fern.

He draws breath to answer. "One of their kin strangely made her way to Alqualonde, shortly before we fell under attack.  A little mother and her child, fleeing a cruel and abusive husband. I lent her a swan to return her to the people of her birth, and bid our near kin, Elwing the white to accompany ther dwarf, as she was not used to flight." He pauses and then continues. "It was Elwing herself, upon her return from whom I learned that their settlement was attacked."

"One of their kin strangely made her way to Alqualonde."

Eilif watches Olwe disappear with the host of strangers onto the ship. She glances over at the near-wrecked Swanship nearby and back at this majestic creation before her. Now something like this looks sturdy. It looks like it would easily survive whatever had beset Olwe's battered craft. As the crowd clears, she strolls up the dock and makes herself comfortable upon some crates stacked there as she waits for Olwe's return. Assuming he does, return of course, and not sail off with these strangers. He has said he will help them, but he is an elf after all, so who can truly trust their word?

Eilif makes herself comfortable upon some crates...

Linwe’s ears flicker at this word of attacks. It seemed of late the whole world was under siege of one sort or another. Queen Comet nods, considering his description of the events. "I am sorry for them. What will they do now?"

"I learned this morn, once more the foul beast attacked their settlement. There is little left of it, and they are too small in number to survive and rebuild. I shall, if they will allow, take them to Alqualonde, as Ulmo himself blesses and keeps it safe. There they may rest and restore themselves."

She nods again. "That will be well. You can make them a comfortable home if not a customary one, in Alqualonde. We did have plague in Sylvhara. It nearly got a hold upon us but was deftly managed by our healers."  The queen glances to Linwe and smiles. Linwe returns the Queen's smile.

Olwe gives a heavy sigh. "I know of the history betwixt our two races, Comet, but in these dark days, we must find peace with the Children of Aule. Wrong has been done on both sides, and both our races face the same coming darkness. It has begun.  The coming of the Shadow. Its hand stretches forth and touches all we cherish."  He stops and whirls about to look at Linwe. "Plague?  When?" Malakyte Thorne listens thoughtfully and glances at Linwe.

"Wrong has been done on both sides."

"Within the last several months. It has moved to Uhre and Port Crimson, perhaps others,” says Comet. Linwe blinks at the King's addressing her. She stammers, "Nay a fortnight past, but we have skilled alchemists and healers and did rid ourselves of the pestilence." Comet nods to Linwe's reply.  Malakyte smiles at the thought of Linwe’s quick recovery.

Comet’s voice softens and she rests her hand upon Olwe's arm, "You need not tell me of the rise of the shadow world, cousin. I am well aware of it and raise our might to defend against it."

"you need not tell me of the rise of the shadow world."

Plague. For a moment, the floor seems not solid beneath his feet. If he had journeyed to Sylvhara as he intended, would he had carried that pestilence here, to their kin and to the dwarves themselves. Suddenly, Ulmo's injunction made a deadly sense. "Plagues do not often pass so quickly. It has a nefarious feel by the sound of it."  A smile curves his lips at Comet's words, and the look he turns upon her is one which chases the careworn line from his face. "Forgive me." he says, "If I seemed to school the Queen. It was not my intent. For I see the great Queen she has become. I feel driven, Comet, driven by the Vala to unite our people. It is one of my waking and sleeping thoughts. That, and to find my missing people and one day be reunited with my Tilion."

Queen Comet nods to what she believes he guesses of a deliberate plague unleashed upon them.  Linwe’s eyes flash to the King at his use of the word "unite," and her ears tilt forward. She looks at Faulkes, and cocks a brow at him. He smiles at Linwe and nods knowingly.

"I have always understood your purposes Olwe, even when you have not seen it. You are the leader of a brave people and bound to reunite them.” She gracefully seats herself.

"I have always understood your purposes, Olwe."

Olwe gives a nod, seeing his cousin, now, as others in the room see her. Not as his Cousin, the graceful, youthful elven maid from a younger time, but a great Queen, with much on her mind and the survival of her people to ensure.  "Please, tell me news of Sylvhara, of our other kin, such as you know," he asks, his voice sure and measured, now a king in his own right, a cousin no more.

Linwe’s hands are behind her back, playing with the fern. A small pile of crumpled fern leaves are drifting to the floor as she nervously plucks at them, watching this encounter and wondering. Malakyte stands a bit straighter, noticing the change in demeanor of the elven royalty.

Malakyte Thorn

Eilif leans back against the crate and lets her eyes roam the ship as she waits for Olwe's return.  So maybe he is who he claimed to be, and maybe he is someone of importance and substance after all, as Aztryd had said.  But still it sat ill with her to put her future in the hands of an elf, no matter how highly connected he is.  Sighing, she has to admit she has heard nothing but good of the Queen of Sylvhara.   Tugging upon her beard thoughtfully, she has to admit to herself that it is possible that not all elves are the same.  Possible.  Sighing she crosses her hands behind her head and continues to wait.  These elves were nothing if not verbose, so she could be here a while.

Tugging upon her beard thoughtfully.. these elves were.. verbose.

“Nearly every elf clan has refugees that have come to Sylvhara. In my father's day the northern clans were a bit isolated, perhaps. We knew little of our distant relations and nothing of our southern clans. The Shadow spead. It covered the world, and we had to fight it back." She lowers her eyes to the floor for a moment, "I have seen no Teleri, Cousin...none but you and your surviving folk.”

The stillness in the air, the feeling of tension, the body language in her attendants....all these things Olwe notes carefully, for each thing tells powerfully of the fear and the anxious expectation that has descended upon the people of the peaceful land ruled by a gracious queen.  He finds a chair and sinks into it, his breath painful in his chest.  Dumbly he nods. The commission placed upon him is now harder than he knew, and more vital. His hands grip the arms of the chair until the knuckles are white.  "Surely there are our kin, like here, scattered about the whole of Middle Earth. The Atani (humans) are not prepared for this darkness. They cannot stand without us," he murmurs, and the gaze he lifts is one dull with dread knowledge.

Powers Constantine is startled as the King takes a quick seat, he hears his labored breath. For a moment he almost rushes to his side to aid him but realizes he is stunned by the news of the shadows. Llyra Constantine rakes a bare foot through the carpeting, wishing it were the lush grasses of her beloved Celume. Llyra's hands curl as grass begins to grow about her feet at a whim, and moisture seeps from her silvery skin to wet the delicate blades. Her ears perk at the distant sound of a Sylph's laughter, and she sends a breeze winging in its direction. A warning to not intrude upon the Royals as they visited and discussed state business.

"Yes of course, Olwe…" She reacts to his distress. "I meant only that none have come to Sylvhara, dearest."

Snow's gaze lowers for a moment...

Snow's gaze lowers for a moment to the floor hearing of those who are refugees and she continues to quietly listen. Linwe murmurs, "I have heard it prophesied that the fate of this earth lays nae any longer in elven hands but in the humans. ’Tis they that shall determine whether the world shall live in Light or in Shadow. Have we taught them well enough?"

"Old prejudices and old hatreds must die, too," He continues softly. "And new alliances." He looks up to include those not of elven blood in their midst and gives a soft smile. "And friends who stand with us in the darkness and help us hold light and life." Blue eyes lift to look over at Linwe. "I believe, in my heart, the way lies with all of us holding fast."

Powers Constantine nods to Olwe with a warm smile reassuring him we are all together in this fight. Dragons are devoted to the Queen and all the Light seeking to keep the Shadows in their place. Malakyte Thorne nods slowly to Olwe's words, her eyes on the elven king.

“Linwe..." Comet gestures to the grand shaman to come and look at Olwe. A wave of anguish moves across her face as she reaches for Olwe's hand

Linwe steps forward and inclines her head to the King. "Ye be nae well, Majesty. Ye rale in yer lungs and yer breathing be off. Tell me what ails ye beyond yer grief?"

Olwe gives a dismissive wave of his hand and softens it with a gentle smile. "Nay. nay, I am well, but struck to the heart with the weight of what will come." He looks over at Comet. "I shall return to Alqualonde, with the Khazad, and once they are settled. I shall go to the old outposts of our kins.  Seek what news I have of them, and draw them forth." He reaches out and takes his Cousin's hand. "If they will follow an aged king from the West."

"Shall we transport you, Majesty? I am happy to take you and ..your dwarven folk to Alqualonde."

Linwe reaches into her pouch and pulls out a waxed parchment folded over dry herbs. She holds these out to the King. "Please, Majesty, accept these. Put a handful in a a brazier at night afore ye sleep and they will help." Queen Comet nods to Olwe at Linwe's suggestion.

Olwe reaches out and takes the offered parchment, giving a bow of his head. "I thank you, gentle lady, and am honored. Yes, I shall do as you instruct, and you have my great good thanks." He pauses and places the package in his lap. Answering his Cousin, he says, "I have not yet obtained their permission to return with me." He gives a rueful smile. "They are a most...obdurate people, and prideful. I hope to rebuild the swanship, to give them time to come to see it is their best hope for survival."

Comet nods in understanding. "Let me send you a ship with a crew for your use. You may keep them as long as you have need. You cannot go home in such an unseaworthy vessel as brought you here."

He draws a breath and adds, "And then I must humble myself unto Lord Ulmo, for I was disrespectful to one who has saved my life many times over and who protects my Swanhaven. Prideful and disdainful I was, and bitter is the cup which has been mine to drink since."

Comet raises an eyebrow out of his view as she cannot imagine that he can mean himself. But he continues. "I would ask a favor of that crew and ship instead of being sent here for my own convenience." He looks at Comet. "Would you consider sending on to such ports as you trade with, for knowledge of our kin and potential allies?"

"I will not be out maneuvered by my cousin. You will have the ship and that is as it shall be. If you wish I shall send others out to seek information." Comet stands taller with her chin set as when he would challenge her as a child; he will get nowhere.

Eilif watches the sea birds wheel overhead against the deepening blue of the morning sky.  The waters of the gulf slap against the hull of the great ship, as though resenting its intrusion upon its mass, but the ship remains, sturdy and barely moving against the lap of the wavelets.  The beautiful timbers creak slightly from time to time and again her eyes are drawn to it.  Being a swordsmith she can appreciate the fine craftmanship that has gone into its making.  Sleek lines, good proportions and subtle but rich time all speak of its Royal status.  "Why can't they do anything plain and simple?" she mutters to herself, still not quite ready to let go of her prejudices. "Why do they have to be all fancy?"

"Why do they have to be all fancy?"

Now that is a look he remembers, Olwe thinks, and despite himself, his lips curve into a smile.  "How now, when, my gentle Cousin, when did I EVER out maneuver you, but have found myself wrapped as a band about your smallest finger?" Llyra Constantine hides the smile behind silvered fingers.

Lyra Constantine

"That is more like it, Cousin. A more congenial attitude.” She smiles. "Of course we shall see you get home without sinking or anything inconvenient."

"That is more like it, Cousin."

Powers Constantine whispers to Malakyte,"It would just be easier and much quicker to let the dragons fly them back to Alqualonde." Comet smiles to Powers, overhearing him and knowing that she certainly loves a ride but cannot say the same for her cousin.

"It would be easier and quicker to..fly.."

Malakyte Thorne nods slowly. “Indeed.”

Faulkes Voronwe whispers, "And, frighten them half to death?"

"And frighten them half to death?"

"Or sniff them," Llyra remarks candidly.

“Can ye sniff summat half to death?" Linwe ponders this a moment.

Malakyte whispers, “But not likely the dwarves would allow it if they catch sight of us.”

Olwe gives her his most brilliant smile and nods. "Of course, Cousin. So shall we say  that if I do not arrange for suitable passage home, I shall be most honored to be conveyed to beloved Alqualonde aboard this wondrous ship?" He gives her another brilliant smile, allowing his gaze to travel over the furnishings. "Of course, I think that perhaps it should be refitted in Alqualonde blue."  He turns a serious expression upon her.

Comet relents out of exhaustion. “Very well.”

"It's been close a few times that I have witnessed." Llyra turns her eyes to the Shaman and smirks.

"We must depart, my dear. I cannot keep my Paladins and warriors here long."

Olwe rises smoothly to his feet. “Shall you port here, or are you on your way back to Sylvhara?" He reaches over and takes his Cousin's hands.

Faulkes Voronwe speaks to Olwe. "Perhaps His Majesty needs a ward to keep things away from his ship's keel?" Comet smiles to Faulke’s kindness.

Olwe turns a grateful expression to Faulkes. "I should be most honored, friend."

Malakyte Thorne catches the slight movement and her eyebrows go up a bit.  Faulkes Voronwe nods, and smiles at the Guardian. "Not here. I would have to be at the ship."

"And perhaps from here, then, I may arrange for the strawberries in the hold of my swanship to be sent onto you, in Sylvahara?" He winks as he moves to hug his Cousin.

"Ah!" her face lights up. "Majesty, may I suggest couriers for our letters instead of your beloved birds. That way we shall be assured of the exchange."

Casting aside decorum, and kingship, he scoops his Cousin up in a great hug. "I knew that would return a smile to your face." He nods at her words." Yes. I think so."

...he scoops Comet up in a great hug.

Powers Constantine hides a chuckle behind a talon as the Queen's suggestion.  Queen Comet laughs and shrieks in surprise and delight. Linwe coughs politely behind her hand. Powers Constantine lowers his eyes to the floor as they hug each other one final time before we depart.

"I should like that you know, you are in my heart, Cousin. Forever,”says Olwe.
Comet grins happily. "Farewell then, King Olwe. Until we meet again."

Olwe holds her tight another moment and then, softly, releases her. Turning to her entourage, he says, "I am heartened to know, my Cousin, and my Dearest Kin is protected by such as you are. You are also in my heart, my friends."  He turns to give her one last long look.  "Never farewell, "he says softly.”I vow, I shall never bid my kin farewell. Ever. Until next we behold each other."

"I vow I shall never bid my kin farewell. Ever."

Comet smiles and watches him until he is gone. With one more look he then turns and leaves, no more looking back, lest his feet return him to her side.  Malakyte Thorne nods and smiles. Faulkes Voronwe bows to the King as he departs. Powers Constantine smiles warmly at the King."Take Care King Olwe." Powers bows as he passes in leaving.

Snow lowers her gaze respectfully and gives a small curtsy. Malakyte nods once more as he departs, and Linwe says,"Lótesse i cala of i atta alda síla upon le anta."