Great Reception Hall
You stand in a great cavern of breathtaking beauty. Your first notion is that this is not a natural formation, but rather one formed by hammers and chisels from the living rock. The span of the room is great, more than one hundred paces. It is oval in shape, perhaps half as narrow as it is wide. The skill that rendered the elaborate carvings covering the stone surfaces must be unequaled in these lands. There is a circle of pillars, perfectly spaced, which looks as if they support an oval dome, though underground, it must only be an illusion. The floor is polished smooth and the characteristic of the rock shows through: ribbons of marble and crystal and sandstone ripple through your vision. The same shifting of hues flows throughout the room from the glassy walls to the pillars, carved like great trees, their branches spreading in bas-relief over the ceiling. Set in the center of one long side is a wide arch, also carved like bending trees, embracing each other. Across from this arch is a great chair from which Felagund receives visitors. A thick carpet runs from the arch to the chair and bright lamps illuminate the room leaving not a dark shadow in sight. There are arches too at the shorter ends, simple marble, leading to hallways.
Currently, the hall is decorated for the season. Live flowering vines crawl around the great pillars and blooming plants are set along the walls. The feeling of rebirth and growth swells the air with its sweet scent and makes the light seem just a bit brighter.

A quiet throng of people mill slowly about the magnificent hall as the late risers begin to go about their morning business. The odd guard stands watch by the great chair, and a few others stand silent by the various arches through which various people of the different realms pass through. Sitting alone, on the polished marble floor is a smal figure. Wrapped in a cloak it could easily be mistaken for a child, apart from the lengthy beard betraying his true nature. With a piece of paper layed out on the floor, this dwarf sketches a line or two every few minutes and inbetween he pauses to look up at one of the patterns on the wall.

A well nurished child, Elagil thinks for himself as he approaches the dwarf, stepping out of his field of view as soon he realize the Naugrim isnt peering at him but at the walls. A bow folds the adan in two, his cloak of white following the motion forward. "Barzyn ?" he first say "Or lord Al" and there come a deep wince of the northman, "A thousand excuse, lord Barzyn, even if you say naught I know it's hurting to have your name scratched so"

Looking up from his paper, a smile appears on Barzyn's tired and worn face which then quickly turns into a soft chuckle. "Ah, Elagil. Don't worry about it. Sometimes it's nice to forget that i'm a Lord and to have people treat ya normally." Standing, Barzyn returns the bow and then picks up his paper. "It's nice to see you again friend. But what brings you up into this great hall at this time in the morning?"

"If I tell you I get weekly lost in this place and that is precisely the day of the week I am lost, you wont be upset ?" Elagil says with a chuckle, feeling more at ease. Casting his cloak backward, he smiles "I was about to go to the training grounds, but I have time" he shrugs "You dont get lost I suppose ?" saying that, he looks quickly the paper, curious.

Barzyn chuckles and shakes his head, "I would be happy to get lost in these halls, we did well in building this city." Looking down at the paper in his hand, the dwarf shrugs and holds it out to Elagil. "Just a quick sketch of the wall, of the mountains mainly...I'm trying to find some designs for a piece of silverware...i need to make something again. It's been a long time since i did.." Sighing, the Lord strokes his beard slowly. "You're off to the training ground are ya? I guess it's best to keep prepared at the moment." Quickly, Barzyn's face turns into a grin "Yet there must be lighter things to talk about this morning, how is your travel party? Getting on with them elves still?"

Elagil laughs "I am sure that even blindfolded you couldnt be lost". He examines the sheet of paper and nods "I see, and I am sure that you need to forge and wright something, dont you ?" he nods "It's good to have a passion that devour you. Personnaly, between the snow and the cave, the absence of some people, there is but the tavern or the training ground where I find a bit of pleasure here, perhaps you would accompnay me" the edain offers, his hand moving forward "I wouldnt get lost and we would talk"

Her stomach grumbling for food, Emeldir wanders into the Great Hall, moving towards the tables where various cheeses and meats are arrayed on trays. She bows her head politely as she passes near to Elagil and Barzyn, "Good day, m'lords," she offers in greeting, as she takes up a plate, and begins making her selection. She chooses some sliced dried fruit as well, reaching for a glass of wine.

Barzyn nods with a sad smile, "Aye, that i do...it's been a long time as i said. Too much politics and trying to make others happy...At least a break may be forthcoming when my Lord arrives..." Shrugging the Lord nods slowly, "At this hour the tavern may not be the best for my stomach. Though i would be honoured to accompany you where ever you choose to go...maybe the training ground?" Folding the picture carefully, Barzyn deposites it in a pocket and then makes to move off. Turning suddenly with his hand darting down to a shaft which isnt there, Barzyn quickly relaxes as he sees an Edain women. Bowing as she moves past, the Lord looks up and smiles slightly "M'Lady, hope yer having a pleasant morning?"

First taking a nibble of some meat and a bit of bread, followed by a swallow of wine, Emeldir smiles as she looks to the Dwarven lord, "Aye, milord, though with all that is going on, oft'times tis ... odd, going about one's normal routine," she observes quietly. "Twas in fact my rumbling stomach that informed me twas time to eat now," she adds wryly, making a circular motion in the general area of her tummy, then takes another bite of food, this time a slice of dried fruit.

"Indeed there are few light matter those day" Sighs softly Elagil. Watching the dwarf lord readies as he folds his drawing, "Will you put this silverware in your hall in Nogrod ?" He turns hastily to Emeldir, realizing she greeted him, a flush rise to his cheek "Pardon lady, I was.. well pardon, how are you ? I am afraid I didnt come yesterday like I promised, I waited the afternoon before Fingon door, for naught.". He looks her tray "I always meet you a tray and something to eat at hand milady Emeldir, what would it mean ?" he mischievously add.

Barzyn chuckles and nods, "Aye, though i think it is better to stay out of their business now..." Nodding to Elagil with a slight shrug, Barzyn says "Maybe...though i may see if i can get a fair price for it...I don't go in for displays of wealth too much...slightly strange for a dwarf don't ya think..." Grinning, Barzyn watches the two humans converse and with a slight chuckle he says "Ah, it is good to see some people round here have enough humour left to jest lightly..."

Still nibbling at the fruit, Emeldir turns and looks upon Elagil, suppressing a chuckle at the Dor-Lominer's comment, "Now now, m'lord," she chides him gently, the corner of her mouth quirking briefly. "I just now admitted that I am supping only because my stomach reminded me to!" she says with mock indignation. "If ye were to be believed, I would be ... much larger than I am," she reminds, winking at him to show that she's teasing. She offers the tray to him, "Would ye share some meats and cheese, m'lord?" she offers.

"Only if you allow me to hold the tray too" Elagil reply, trying ot match her teasing by some elementary gallantry. Offering his hand palm up, he waits and then says "We were going to have some friendly spar, Barzyn and I, are stil injured or could you use some little training to regain from your stiffness ?"

Turning to Barzyn, his hand still upright, the adan chuckles "I admit it's a bit surprising, yes, but it honors you to not show us our own poverty."

Emeldir takes another bite of bread and meat, then finishes drinking the small glass of wine she'd taken. "Mmm... I am feeling much better, thank ye, m'lord. Mayhap I would be able to accompany ye for some training, though my sword arm is still a bit sore," she admits with thoughtful consideration. She smiles, letting Elagil take the tray, then turns, placing her now-empty glass in a place where the servers can take it for washing. "Ye are going to spar now?" she asks, turning back to look at both Barzyn and Elagil.

Barzyn chuckles and nods, "Maybe so..." Looking over the table and then about the room, Barzyn pushes a strand of hair behing his ear and then says "Now...i think if i look at this food for too long i'll end up succombing to it as well." Grinning the dwarf nods to the lady, "Aye, i guess we are. It's time i did some exersize and lost a bit of wait...and sparing with Elagil here will give me a challenge im sure..."

Resting the tray on his shoulder, Elagil nods to Barzyn "A reciprocal challenge I undersee." Glancing above the tray at the frugal lady of Dorthonion, he smiles "A bit sore, well I am no healer, but I know that if you dont start to slowy retrain it, it will be more painfull later and harder too. Or you will merely sit, I will take the tray" he grins and extends his hand toward the hall leading out.

Training Hall
This is a wide hall that is spanned with many arch supports from heavy, carved timbers. There are suits of beaten armor on the walls as well as various practice weapons, safety mats and straw dummies. The stone ceiling is carved smooth and looks somehow unnatural, in opposition to the rest of Nargothrond. It does not seem the work of Finrod Felagund. However, it is a large and useful room. A supply of water is always kept here for those practicing.

The dwarf and edain enter the empty training hall side by side, and Barzyn smiles as he sees the rows of weapons lieing proped against the wall. "Here we are...guess we'd better get suited up..." Chuckling to himself he says as an afterthough, "Hopefully they'll have something that fits me...Come.." Holding out an arm in invitation to Elagil, the dwarf Lord wanders over to the racks and begins to examine the weapons.

Elagil chuckles as they enter, as the guard allow them to pass "I would have get lost again, without you ah". Following the dwarf, the adan peers at the row of spear and sword, shields hanging there and there. Disdaining a shield, he lets his own sword in its sheath and halts near Barzyn before a log hafted axe, "This or this " he says showing a long blade, longer than the one he usually use.

Lanrial slips inside the room, covered from head to heels in a grey cloak, lightly shimmering from reflected light as the material is near metallic in color at least. Making no noise and little attempt to hide his presence, he simply stands there in full view, to get the view of the whole room before deciding on what to do.

A young adan nods to the guard as he enters the room, he already wears full armour and carries his spear with him, as is his habit nowadays, though he wears not the cloak or the scarf which has been nessecary outdoors. He strides into the room and glances about, his long golden hair is tied back, and his beard is braided tight to his face, seemingly looking for a fight of good nature.

Barzyn looks up at Elagil and the blades he is holding, "Ah...use the longer one my friend...you have a height advantage so why not a bigger sword..." The Lord chuckles lightly as he picks up a small knife. Looking at it closely, the dwarf nods to himself and slips it gently into his belt. Moving along slowly, Barzyn then picks up a small broadsword and grinning he says "Ah...a lot like the one in my wagon...i think i'll use this instead of a battle axe..." Looking up to Elagil he continues, "Are you wearing any armor? 'Cos it seems there isnt any that fits me around here..." Turning as an elf enters the room, then another man, Barzyn stares and then comments "Looks like we've got some company..." Waving his arm he beckons the two new arrivals over.

Elagil puts the axe back and weighs the sword "Well advantage that seems me thin" He turns to looks the newcomer and chuckles "Some public, I would say rather, friend Barzyn... Hey Baradil" he calls the adan and looks the elf queerly too, his sword in hand. He shrugs and as he goes to ready looks again the elf standing. Unclasping his cloak, he folds it on a bench then says "Ready or nearly .."

Lanrial gives a faint smile at the invitation, the lower half of his face showing clearly - He breaks his pose, walking forwards and with a toss of his head uncovers it, the hood falling to his shoulders. "Company or public, a hard choice that would be..." His tone light and humorous, eyeing the adan Baradil next to him, after having nodded greetings to the two combattants. Lanrial steps off to the side, to the benches by the right wall when entering. His intent of being bystander or participant still open. He moves with a slight limp though, just barely visible.

hearing his name called Baradil turns his head, he sees, his friend and comrade Elagil. He speaks to him as usual with respect first, "Good day M'Lord, how does this..."he pauses and galnces about himself and shrugs, "...Day find you. I see we may have arms practice at foot may I join you."

Barzyn watches the newcomers with interest, and noting Lanrial's limp he smiles almost un-noticeable and then turns around to take off his cloack. Grasping his sword in his right hand, he moves to the open space and begins to warm up. "Come then...join us if you want...and im sure the Lord Lanrial wont turn a challenge down from a dwarf?" The dwarf Lord grins at the elf and then goes back to his movements.

Lanrial smiles faintly at Barzyn and Elagil, looking over at Baradil before replying. "However my mood my be or the challenges standing, the fact of the matter is that I should not brave my left leg just yet. I took a small wound to it recently and will sit this one out I'm afraid." He moves over to the benches and selects a seat where he can see what happens easily.

The young adan looks to the elf ans smiles, "I too have taken a knock, some days since perhaps a week now, though I lose track in these caverns. A rather skilled orch left me smarting, but my femer mannish body, cannot sit idle or it will fester, I will train so to make sure that I make that black pay more dearly naxt time."He laughs but with little humour,"I scratched him once and kicked his shin once, all the Yrch of Angband, must fear the nam Baradil."

Watching Elagil stretch, the dwarf becomes slightly restless. "You ready yet?" Not waiting for an answer, the dwarf grabs the knife from his belt and advancing with a weapon in each hand he moves infront of Elagil. Moving in quick motions left and right, the dwarf fakes an attack a couple of times before he finally swings round in a flat arc at Elagils left thigh, turning the blade of the sword flat so as not to cause much damage.

Elagil was ready, his attention off Baradil and the elven lord. Eyeing with wonder the two weapon combat technique Barzyn use, the trained warrior of Dor-Lomin steps back, to win a bit of time and study the quick play of his opponent hand, his own sword hold out to keep him far, yet, his sway give an opening and keeping his breath and perhaps wits fades from the blow and counter attack low at the dwarf right hip

Lanrial smiles as the words pass between the three combattants, content with sitting idly by, he folds himself in his cloak and into the fading depths of rememberance as the three exclude him from their concious thoughts to focus on eachother...

Missing the attack, Barzyn moves slightly slowly as he takes a step backwards to avoid any possible attack. As he does this the dwarf watches the human and as the attack comes in he takes another step further back. Being too slow again though, the extra length on Elagil's sword means it strikes him lightly on his right hip and with a slight grin. Turning for a brief second, he motions with the dagger for Baradil to join the spar. Moving lightly the dwarf then quickly moves towards Elagil and extending his left arm with the dagger towards his opponents right shoulder he then jabs out slightly with his sword at his left shoulder.

The motion of the dwarf goes not unnoticed, he leaps to his feat, spear grasped as is his wont at his right side, tip pointing up. He strides towards the spar and calls to the pair, "And who do I allign myself with, or is this everyman for himself." He grips the spear in his way right hand near the butt, left nearer the tip. He sways the tip from man to dwarf awaiting a target, for his meager skills.

Elagil has two eyes but only one hand free. Feeling his longsword quite cumbersome to block the smaller of Barzyn's, Elagil left hand, free from shield and weapon shot forward and takes a grip on the dagger hand, yet it was but a feint and the shortsword this time hit him, scratching barely the tabard, a smile of knowing lightens Elagil smile and just before the knotted muscle of the dwarf work against his grip, he shouts "Stay out of this Baradil". Then, trying to point his blade at Barzyn, he tightens his grip on his wrist, trying to rise it as high as possible, while watching the shortsword.

Baradil hears the words of his friand and backs away. He steps back a few paces and remains standing.

Grinning to himself as the sword strikes, be it lightly, Barzyn doesnt move himself quick enough and finds his left arm stuck in the grip of the edain. As his arm is lifted up by Elagil, the dwarf wriggles about and swings wildly with his sword while trying to get free. Without paying too much attention to what he attacks he swings it weakly at the humans left arm and stomach.

A long gash the blade of Barzyn would have let on Elagil belly if it had been real. Smiling as he nearly hangs the dwarf by a hand, Elagil says "You riped me open, friend, let see how you roll ?". And he gives the dwarf a whirling motion with his hand gripping his wrist, like a dancer would do to its partner. But all dance partner have the delicate attention to not step on teh feet of their companion, yet there, Elagil hook a feet and with a jerk throws him abov, off balance.

Barzyn grinning up at Elagil as the sword moves harmlessly away from it's target, the dwarf struggles in vain one more time in an attempt to free himself. Failing to do this, Barzyn spins round as Elagil lets go and as his foot is hooked the dwarf manages to fly up into the air. A look of suprise on his face, Barzyn extends both his hands underneath his body in an attempt to cushion his fall. A soft tearing noise echoes around the hall as the Lord hits the ground with a dull thud. Shouting out as soon as he lands on his front, Barzyn then falls silent as his upper torso stays slightly off the ground. Not moving, a slight red stain can be seen appearing on the floor.

Politely not jumping on the dwarf as he is on the ground defenceless, Elagil nonetheless doesnt wait to see the blood to go to news. It is as he kneels, weary of some trick of the naugrim that he witness the red. Dropping his sword in a metallic cling that echoes through the suddenly silent room, he calls out, the color of the fight waning quickly from his features "Barzyn, answer me, Barzyn" he shouts in anguish, and laying his hands on his shoulder, making him gently roll, holding his head to see better "Baradil, find me a healer, quick."

As he is rolled by Elagil, Barzyn's arms hang limply at his side as his blood covered chest is revealed. The knife he was holding in his left hand has inbedded itself deeply, up to the hilt, into chest. His eyes open, blood drawn from his pale face, Barzyn's mouth opens slightly and blood covers his lips and a small amount trickles down the side of his chin. Looking up the dwarf manages a faint smile and quietly, through the blood welling up in his throat, he says "It seems...i will never start my last piece...." With that, the Lord's head slips to the side as his body falls still and the life slips from his body.

The young adan runs from the hall swiftle his sandals clip on the stone floor as he goes. He lok at the dwarf apon the ground before he leaves concern in his eyes.

Moments later Baraidil runs into the hall an Elleth healer of Nargo thrond behind him, apparenetly she must have been near the the hall. He points to the Dwarf and the Elleth runs to him.

The elleth stopps over the body of the dwarf and begins to look at the fearful wound.

His own throat tightened now, Elagil hold the head of the fallenn dwarf lord, witnessing death in his eyes. Moisten in his eyes the gleams suddenly more, he manages to say, sounding as nearly as firm as when he ordered Baradil to go, "No you will live, grip yourself, healers are co..." and he hanst the strength to go on, seeing the wound for what it is it "Pardon Barzyn, I am sorry for you, my good friend" and a tear then another rolls loosing themselves in the short beard of the edain, which will be wet soon. Sighing and sobbing, he lays a hand on the dwarf eyes, closing them, trembling "Farewell...

As Baradil returns with the healer, Elagil is standing, immobile like stone, colored like stone too, he watch the healess and sighs "It's ended... I know." his voice a thin whisper.

The young adan goes to the soldier of his house and holds the man, patting his back, partially to stop him from looking at the failing Dwarf and mostly to comfort, though he is unsure of his reponse.

The young Elleth works hard apon the hest of the dwarf the poor lady begins to cry, the wound is beyond her skill, her tears drop onto the Naugrim lords chest, as his chest heaves the last time.

Baraidil knows not the dwarf, but he knows of him, the young man, despite his efforts for his friends cannot hold back the tears, they roll down his cheek, carring not what others think.

The Elleth turns to the pari of adan, holding back her tears "He is gone."

"I know he is gone" comes the growling reply of Elagil and a sigh as well and softly, tears flowing slowly he says "Sorry" Pinching his nose root, he turns to where some of the 'public' is and sigh. Wiping his face he takes a few step and turns to the healess "Please have him brougth to the healers, for now, and laid, dont touch him more, I dont know what dwarves do in such case and I will risk nothing. Is it understood ?"