House Mallorn ar' Celeb'ithil

Hearing her sisters words. “Yes my dear Selel. You are with child. Come back to me, to us…” Her mind turns in confusion. She knows it had to be the flight, she smiles at the memories of it as the thought hits her. Nothing else matters now but the child she carries. She looks into the darkness wanting to move deeper into it, knowing it is not the way.

She turns back to the voices and tries to move towards them, feeling trapped and lost. She knows that Nexxen and her sister are waiting for her and tries to find them. Holding on to thier voices to guide her home, her heart calls to them, as the darkness holds her. She begins the long fight to go back to where she must go, knowing deep in her heart that they will be there to bring her back. To keep her safe, to find away to heal her.

She knows her sister will always find a way to heal her hurts as she always has. As she knows the love her husband has for her will find away to protect her from those who wished to harm her.

Dhar snatches the block of wood sailing forth from a newly informed dad as he spits out the wood. The fire elf is somewhat amused to himself that here, the fierce fighter suffers from painful injuries and the fatal possibilities for his wife only to have his edge cracked by the potential of being a father. Dhar flips the block of wood on the table to be caught with the rest of the clean up in a while. For now, he waits while Mistara deals with him and fills the gap of time by standing up and directing some of the clean up so Selel can be moved to quieter and more comfortable accommodations.

When Mistara sighs, Dharasha looks up at her. He sees her resigned visage along with a slightly distant look, which, he assumes, means she is talking with her sister. To him, this is a good sign. When the Druidess’ eyes become less distant, Dhar asks, “guest room or recovery room?”

Focusing back on her companion, she nods and says, “Guest room.” After a brief moment’s thought, she adds, “And post a guard in case they need anything during the night.”

Nodding his understanding, the fire elf directs some men to carefully move Mistara’s sister to the east side guest room, so that Selel might enjoy the sun rises, if inclined. Sending a runner off to Captain Brock to meet him at the eastern guest room, he then asks Kesh if she can send someone soon to check on Selel and Nexxen and he doubts once he gets there, he will probably not want to leave her side. Extra pillows and such might be best along with a hot meal lightly laced with a sedative only to help take the edge off his excitement. Looking back at Mistara and Nexxen, he knew this might be a longer night then he originally thought it would be. Turning, Dhar accompanies his almost sister to her room, to make sure any additional needs are met and to assign instructions to the staff regarding care of Selel and Nexxen.

He rises and steps back as he looks from Dhar to the Druid thanking them in turn. Following them to the eastern room, he tries to comprehend the days events. Feeling a bit out of place he just withdraws into the room after they lay Selel down. As he tries to get comfortable in the chair he has moved over to her bed, he begins to concentrate as he mind speaks to Drako."Well my friend what have ye seen?"
Drako replies,"First of all how is Selel?"
"She is as well as can be expected my friend."
"I have been following them since Aman. They have held up and are camping now heading towards Fay."
"Well stay safe and report to me when they have reached wherever they are going." With that Nexxen settles back as he drifts off to sleep.

As she moves through the darkness she becomes confused, and lost. She can not hear the voices calling to her anymore and is not sure where to go. She calls out and there is no reply, she feels others about her but they can not seem to hear her calling them.

She tries to move from the darkness and finds herself falling, and then she just stops. Her mind can not seem to focus, she can not seems to find her thoughts. Feeling weak and confused, she can fight no more and lets go of all thoughts an just accepts the peace. She feels at ease and welcomes the emptiness.

He arises as he stretches and looks to her. The blue light of early morning is just starting to enter the room. He moves to her side as he places his hand on her cheek and brushes her hair aside. He takes a fresh cloth, he dampens it. As he wipes her forehead and face,he kisses her and whispers to her, "Come back to me my love." He then goes to the table at the far side of the room and pours some wine. As he stares out the window, he looks back at all that has transpired and tries to make sense of it all. He just shakes his head in disgust as he is aware of the door opening he looks to it to see who is entering.

The litter bearers bring Selel upstairs to a moderate room as the last of the afternoon sun sinks, bringing out more of the room’s red color. A fire has been started and is still working on heating the room well, though a bed warmer or two have been inserted to give Selel reasonable warmth. Settling the shield to the edge of the bed, the sheets were pulled back and from across the four post bed, two of the soldiers reached across and helped with her sliding into the bed. Dhar, checking that Selel was laid correctly and her head comfortably supported by the pillows, has all but one soldier leave. The last he instructs to insure Selel is checked through the night for fever, chills, or any other needs she or Lord Nexxen might have. No one is to enter this room, unless they are attending either Selel or Nexxen. The guard nods his acknowledgement.

As the guard settles into a comfortable standing position outside the room, a couple of maids enter the room past them, one with extra pillows and quilts, while the other has a tray of food and drink, which she sets on a low table by the fire next to one of the two cushioned chairs each with accompanying foot stools. Dhar repeats the instructions to them so that they may pass these instructions on to others as well. They mention that Kesh has already passed on the same instructions. The fire elf nods and mentally notes that he should have known Kesh would have already been a step ahead with the staff. When all is as it should be, he leaves the room to finish cleaning up, but first stops by Selel and gently kisses her forehead, telling her, “I know not if you are able to hear me, sister, but you are well cared for now and what ever the problem preceding these ill events, you are safe for now with those who care for you.” Not having to shoo out of the room any lingerers, Dhar, actually finds he is the last to leave, partially closing the door and looking up past the guard to see the Captain of the Watch baring down the hall to him. Dharasha waves to Brock and moves quickly to meet him and have him join both he and Mistara to hear his report. Dhar mentions that he will need a caretaking guard rotation on the guest room door and that Kesh has already set up with some of the maids to help look in and keep watch of Mistara’s sister through the night and the following day.

The guardsman keeps an eye on the hallway and hears the diminishing conversation of his Captain and Mistara’s personal assistant in time to see a tired elf fighter approach the doorway, whom matches the description given to him as Lord Nexxen. Without disturbing the Lord’s attention, the guard opens the door, allowing him to pass into the room, then near closing the door so he might hear anything that could mean his charges are in danger. When he hears one of the chairs slide in the room, he looks in quickly to see the male elf moving a chair nearer to the bed, but also realizes that the elf will be done before he can offer so, goes back to watching the hall.

After a while, the guard looks in to check on the two to see them both asleep. He enters and places another log on the fire and half draws the heavy curtains by the window to help hold in the heat. With that, he exits back to the hall and settles in for the remainder of his watch.

“It’s been a busy morning already, Kesh.” The older lady states to the younger amidst the bustling of a hot kitchen. “I have your tray for The Lady right here and the other one right here, but I don’t have anyone to deliver it until the bread is finished. We’ve already nearly burnt one of the batches already, so we are watching them more carefully. It seems we’re having a problem with the ovens not heating evenly. I am going to have one of the men look it over after we are done the day’s baking which should be early afternoon.”

Kesh nods in understanding and pulls out the salient facts. The first is that if Selel and Nexxen’s breakfast is going to make it up to their room within the next half an hour, she was going to either have to grab a stable boy or bring it up herself. Looking at the two trays, she readjusts the plates, mugs, pitchers and silverware to a more balanced, but less artistic or formal layout of the trays. “That is alright, Mrs. Kender,” she says to the lead of kitchen staff. “I think I can take them both up if you can help me by putting them on my hands.”

The older lady shakes her head. “Ye must be in a powerful hurry to take them both up for that. I’ll have some rags and a bucket ready in case ye have need,” she smiles back. Picking up the heavier tray, Mrs. Kender lays it centered on Kesh’s out stretched hand. Seeing it fairly well balanced, she picks up the smaller tray and lays that on her other hand. “Ye be careful and if ye spill, we can whip up another batch in a bit.”

Kesh nods to her and says, “Seems like a busy morning all around.” Straightening her posture a bit to aid in the trays’ balance, she starts forward and says over her shoulder, “Thank you again Mrs. Kender for your help in this.”

“You just please make sure her Ladyship’s breakfast gets to her warm and if it doesn’t,” Mrs. Kender says, then pauses a little for effect while a twinkle appears in her eye. “Ye get that fire goblin of hers to heat up the metal cover gentle like for about two to three minutes, but no more than that!” the older lady exclaims. Kesh nods as she leaves the kitchen by the back stairs up.

Climbing the stairs to the second level and following the twisted path to the east guest room, she has the guard take Mistara’s breakfast from her and settle it down on a nearby hall table. “I just may have to have Dhar heat Mistara’s meal if I take too long here,” Kesh thinks, then thanks the guard for his help. Having the guard help her shift the tray to two hands, then open the door for her, Kesh looks in and enters to see Lord Nexxen holding a glass of last night’s wine while standing by the window. She enters and after two steps in, lowers to a slight curtsey while holding the tray in her hands. “Greetings, Lord Nexxen, I am Kesh. We met briefly yesterday when you,” glancing quickly at Selel on the bed, “and your wife came last night. I helped with her chiurgeonry last afternoon and need to check on her wounds this morning.” Settling the tray next to the other tray of last night, she notices that the food is hardly touched, but the fire still burns adequately in the fireplace. “If you have any questions I might answer, I would be happy to help as I check on your wife.” Kesh crosses over to the bed, starting her examination of Selel with her observations of her breathing, temperature, skin color and other tricks Mistara taught her over time. She knows once the basics are done, she will need to pull back the covers and examine the actual wounds, making mental notes of each wounds condition as she is sure that with her next stop being Mistara’s breakfast, she will quiz her to her sister’s fate.

Looking to the young woman as she enters saying “Greetings, Lord Nexxen, I am Kesh. We met briefly yesterday when you,” He looks to his wife as she does before she continues saying. “and your wife came last night. I helped with her chiurgeonry last afternoon and need to check on her wounds this morning.” He watchs as she set the tray down and moved to his wife side saying. “If you have any questions I might answer, I would be happy to help as I check on your wife.”

As he sets the goblet of wine down he moves closer to the bed saying. " She was quiet all night, she has not spoken at all yet." He watches as she beings to examine his wife, he is over come by images from Drako. " They have arrived at a new home, and are greeted and enter as though they have been expected. They have also sent wagon to claim belongins from what is left of our home." Nexxen calls back. "You have done well my friend come to me at my wifes sisters home."

He stands there silantly thinking how they have both been betrayed and that he and his wife no longer have the safe haven of their home. He knows that their lives are now at a crossroad, perhaps it is time he fullfills his destiny. Looking to his wife as Kesh examines each wound, anger begins to build in him again. He reflects on those who he once trusted. Knowing now the only ones he can truly trust are those of his kind. It is time to contact the elders, and look to build a new future for his wife and child, away from any who would seek to harm them.

He clears his head and says. "Kesh, thank you for all you have done for me and my wife."As he moves over to the tray Kesh has brought. Looking at the food he feels no hunger he pours a fresh goblet of wine moving back to the window, as he begins planning for the future.

Not able to look at the wounds as Kesh examines his wife he asks. " How do the wounds truely look Kesh? Are my wife and child going to be alright?" Taking a drink he waits for the anwser, still filled with worry.

Hearing voices she tries to find them, struggling through the darkenss. The more she tries to find her way the more lost she feels. Ever now and then she is sure there is a voice calling to her that shhe knows, the flashes of memories have gone now, she only sees visions of a male. Trying to find him she calls out to him, over and over not understanding why she can not hear him any longer.

As the confusion grows her mind starts to close itself off, protecting the precious memories she clings to with hope. She calls out to the male voice again, begging him to help her find her way home.

"Her wounds is taking the healing well M'lord. But I can not say when she will be conscious," she answers Nexxen. "I am sure Mistara will be here soon. She may be able to offer you more of the answers you seek," she bows. "If there's nothing else you need at the moment M'lord I shall leave you be for the moment, until her ladyship arrives."

Nexxen seems to nod from his standing spot in by the window. Kesh excuses herself, and walks out of the room quietly, bringing the second tray of breakfast to Mistara's room.