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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Erlenkönig pulled the chair out beside Aisling's and sat on the side of the table. A large, luxuriant and ornate chair headed the end of the table, several places down from where he sat its back set against the triad of long plain windows that let the light stream through. A second, only slightly smaller one, was arranged beside it. He paid no attention to where he sat at the dining table. Past Elfin Kings chose to be treated as the rulers that they were, including his father the former king, but Erlenkönig was much less formal about the title bestowed upon him. He saw being king as a job only with no more right to entitlement than the child that was now playing on the smaller of the two thrones. He hated his name, he much preferred the name his wife called him, NydeligEn, Beautiful One, but, out of respect for his father, chose not to change it. His father once told him, “The strength of a king is not always whether he is a good king of a bad king. The strength of a king comes from his subjects ability to believe in him. In times of stress, be it famine, floods or war, when the king's personal strength is waning, sometimes, all that is needed is a strong name for the average elf to rally around.” Aisling picked up Erlenkönig's plate and started placing fruits and sweet breads on it. “What was that about,” she inquired? “With DynDoeth?” “Of course with DynDoeth,” was her curt response. Erlenkönig hesitated for just a moment before replying. He didn't want to lie to her, but he also worried for her safety and did not want to upset her. “Nothing of concern.” She looked directly in to his eyes and very calmly said to him, “NydeligEn, I'm your wife. 'Cause you are King, I know there'll be times when your feel'in it unwise to share what you're think'in with t'others, but I'm here as your lover, as your confidant, and I will never,” she hesitated for a moment to let this sink in as she drew her face closer to his, “never be betray'in your trust,” her sweet soprano brogue sang in his ears. As he gazed into her beautiful iridescent green eyes he did not see anger or hurt, only concern and strength. “You are right, my love,” he started, “I have not been totally open with you. I was concerned about upsetting you so soon after our joining, but my concern was misguided. I know how strong you are.” She took his hand and whispered to him, “We will be strong together.” He proceeded to tell her about his conversation with DynDoeth and about the magic that surrounded them. She listened intently only interrupting once, “So that's what caused the strange feel'ins I had this morn'in, I knew someth'in was wrong.” Erlenkönig, looked at the unreadable expression on her face. “You could feel the magic,” he questioned? “I'm sure, not like you, my love, but I certainly felt a strangeness in the air and it felt all wrong. We humans may not have your elfin magic, but we do have our senses about us.” They both smiled. “Please do not argue with me about this, but, after we finish the morning meal, you will return to our rooms where someone will be waiting to escort you from the keep. I think it will be safest for you if you stay at DynDoeth's cottage until this is over.” She saw the concern in his eyes and simply nodded. As the morning waned and the dishes from the meal were gathered, Aisling and Erlenkönig rose from their seats and made their way out of the dining hall. Moving casually and speaking with intentionally light and airy conversation, and occasional moments of giggling. They separated in the main hall, Aisling heading up the stairs, and Erlenkönig meandering, as if lost, in the general direction of the courtyard. “That elf,” Erlenkönig said in mock anger, “where is he?” He spoke loud enough so all in the hall could hear him. He glanced at the inscription scrawled on either side of the door they had just passed through. He had read it so many times before, as a child, his father making him read it out loud each time they passed through it. 'To All That Pass Through, Be Judged With Reasoned Head, Generous Heart and Objective Impartiality'. He could not bear to remove it when he turned the room into the Great Eating Hall. His thoughts aroused from reverie as he heard, “I'll be waiting in our chambers,” Aisling calling back and looking down the stairs, “I'll be waiting,” she said again, this time more playfully. The Elf King felt all eyes upon him as he glanced up with a smile and his wife turned and continued up the staircase. An actual blush reddened his face as he saw each elf turn their gaze from his, many of them chuckling.
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