Trial of Honour

Plot: Helorondur has been ordered by his house lord, Athorun, to prosecute Beladan, a dashing warrior and friend, for wrongful usurpation of the House coat of arms. Loro must choose between his house loyalty, and loyalty to a comrade. Beladan must find a way to prove his innoncence and his heritage...

Cast of Characters:

-Athorun: The aging Lord Girithlin, who directs Loro to carry out the prosecution. He is given to ramblings and forgetfulness, but has a noble heart.

-Beladan: Lieutenant of the Men At Arms, arrived in the Prince's service with no knowledge of his background other than his father's name and a suit of armor...

-Daemithion: Man at Arms of Dol Amroth

-Sir Farothil: Foppish knight of Dol Amroth, currently keeps Fornohtar as a retainer.

-Fornohtar: a retainer who once served Lord Athorun, currently serves Sir Farothil

-Hadrian: Prince Imrahil's servant

-Sir Helorondur: A younger knight, junior scion of House Girithlin, next in line to rule the House due to Sir Amarthion's renunciation of power.

-Prince Imrahil: the Prince of Dol Amroth, and presiding judge.

-Sir Ithilir: Knight Captain of Dol Amroth, overall commander of the Men At Arms, friend of Helorondur and Beladan.

-Sindon: Man at Arms of Dol Amroth

-Valkros: Man at Arms of Dol Amroth

The Defendant Beladan appears to you thus:
The azure Tabard of Dol Amroth sits over the large chest and shoulders of a man who appears rather ordinary. Closely cropped brown hair hardens an otherwise friendly face. Upon taking closer inspection of his features, you notice that whilst his face seems open and naiive, his grey eyes are tinged with a look of worldliness and wisdom. This incongruity only serves to highlight the boyish appearance of youthful exuberance in his face.
His tabard is clean and well ordered and covers a gambeson emblazened with a large six-pointed bronze star, set in a field of blue. Long boots, polished to a mirror-like reflection, cover the bottoms of clean and serviceable trousers. A small knife handle is clearly visible from the belt pouch worn on the left hip of the man's waistbelt. On the right hip is a neck Chain looped through the belt and secured firmly with a leather thong. It bears a small medallion shaped in the likeness of two crossed spears. It is well polished and catches the reflection of the nearby light, winking brilliantly as the man walks. Next to it is fastened a small leather pouch. His tabard is clean and well ordered and covers a gambeson emblazened with a large six-pointed bronze star, set in a field of blue. Twin golden Swans of command sit on the left breast of his tabard, midway between his heart and his shoulder. A sword hangs from his left hip, it's pommel and scabbard well serviced, but it is obviously a weapon supplied by the Prince, for it bears the crest of Imrahil embossed on the sheath. The black banding wound tightly around the handle is clean and serviceable, but shows some evidence of wear.

I. The Charges. Helorondur makes a request to Sir Ithilir:

Ithilir looks up questioningly, and then seeing Helorondur's demeanor, stands. "Yes Sir Helorondur?"

Helorondur nods "thank you, Ithilir. It breaks my spirit to proceed thus, but I must..... Are you aware of my lineage and relations?"

Ithilir looks quizzically at Helorondur, and then says slowly, "Yes, you are of House Girithlin."

You say, "Aye. We take great pride in our heritage, for most nobly have we fought the Shadow over the centuries..... In any event, I have been asked by Lord Girithlin to prosecute a grievous matter, a great crime against our house." He inhales deeply, and runs his hands through his hair. "Of which Lieutenant Beladan is the culprit.""

Ithilir starts at Helorondur's words, and then reaching for his Ironwood Rod, says tonelessly, "And what crime is this, Sir Helorondur?"

Helorondur composes himself. he raises his eyes and begins to speak. "I charge Beladan of Calembel with the crime of bearing the arms of the Girithlins, a most grievous breach of honor which demeands immediate redress."

Ithilir nods slowly, and says, "And you have evidence to prove that he bears those Arms unlawfully?"

Helorondur nods. "I myself questioned him in the practice yards shortly after he joined our ranks. I asked him what his lineage was." Loro swallaows once, clearly uncomfortable. "He has not a shred of proof concerning his Girithlin blood,your grace."

Ithilir nods, and fingers his Staff of Office absently, and says, "Beladan is one of the best Men at Arms in the Swan Company, and the youngest Lieutenant in any Company under my Command. I have complete confidence in his ability. I wish that to be noted." He turns around, and walks over to a map of the City, divided by Districts. He says, without turning around, "This Crime, of which you speak. Should Beladan be found guilty of it, what would the punishment be?"

Helorondur turns a shade lighter... "there are few precedents, Ithilir, but in each case of guilt, the lightest penance was a sentence of banishment. For many, the sentence is execution" Loro fidgets with the hilt of his sword. "In truth, I do this not at my own bidding, for Beladan is a man of quality, and a fine officer. But my House demands satisfaction."

Ithilir nods, and then turns back to Helorondur. "Very well, I presume then, that you seek me in my Official capacity? I will order that Beladan be detained, and provide a Guard over him. Is that satisfactory?"

Helorondur nods. "Aye. May I ask, your grace, that the trial proceed as quickly as possible? If Beladan can somehow prove himself, it would be wise to give him liberty at the earliest possible opportunity."

Ithilir nods, and says, "Very well, I will provide suitable quarters for this trial. I am at your disposal, Sir Helorondur. But if you will excuse me, I have a Man to Arrest. When that is done, I will seek you out, and we can go over the details for the Trial. Where shall I find you?"

You say, "I shall be preparing my case, in the Library, Ithilir. PLease, See to it that the guards treat Beladan well, with dignity.""

Ithilir nods, and says, "Of course, I shall see to it myself. Might I ask if he may be housed here in my Quarters under Guard, rather than in the Dungeons? Also, I would prefer that as few people as possible be present at the Arrest, and the Trial, if I may so impose. When Beladan is proven innocent, I would prefer to have as few people aware of his trial as possible. I shall find you then in the Library at your convenience. Would you be present at the Arrest?"

You say, "Nay, I have research to do.... Farewell...""

Helorondur salutes, with great dignity. His face is a mask of stone.

Ithilir nods, and says, "Good day Helorondur." He walks to the door, and opening it, holds it for Helorondur, and then follows him from the Office.

Helorondur exits, nodding graciously to Ithilir.

Ithilir leaves the Pinnacle Chamber.

Ithilir has left.

Scene II: Ithilir Arrests Beladan...

Dol Amroth: Barad Requain - The Great Hall of the Swan

This domed, circular chamber is the heart of the Knighthood, the Order of the Swan, the legendary Knights of Dol Amroth. The walls are smooth and polished marble, and hung all around with the banners of the various Knights. A parade of colours and idly-hanging silken pennons are they; they trumpet the glory of Belfalas and its Knights to all who view them.

Upon the west wall is the standard of the Order itself--that Swan which is sacred to Ulmo Lord of Waters. A great hearth lies set deep in the north wall. Low and comfortable couches are arranged in circles that foster good conversation and companionship around round tables; thick rugs of deepest midnight blue cover the floors beneath them.

Sunlight streams through small shuttered windows, set high towards the roof. The chattering of voices slips through the space around the door; a joyous laugh here, an excited barking of orders there. The noise of life outside is only a faint roar here...

Contents:
Ithilir
Valkros
Sindon
Beladan

Sindon sits on the couch, sitting back, relaxed, with his head rested on a fist... staring off at nothing in particular...
Ithilir leaves his Office, following Sir Helorondur, and espies the assembled Men at Arms.

Beladan stands quickly and bows to the two Knights. "Good day, my Lords."

Sindon turns, then seeing who it is, stands, walks away from the couch, and bows....

Helorondur mods to each man present, looking at Beladan with a curious mix of friendship and sadness.... He exits, quickly.

Valkros too stands up and bows to Ithilir.

Daemithion enters through the double doors from the bailey without.

Daemithion has arrived.

Sindon arises and nods... " Yes Sir "

Beladan nods. "Of course, my Lord." He leaves up the stairs.

Ithilir ascends the winding stair and pauses on the landing. Finding the door open, He steps within, closing the door behind him.

Ithilir has left.

Beladan ascends the winding stair and pauses on the landing. Finding the door open, He steps within, closing the door behind him.

Beladan has left.

The Men at arms Gather in Ithilir's chamber to here the charge!

Dol Amroth: Barad Requain - The Pinnacle Chamber

Set within the tower's pinnacle are the quarters of the Knight-Marshall, Findamir Laurelin, which also serve as his office. Round and wide as the hall below, the chambers are not nearly so grand nor so high as that room, but rather convey an air of quiet normalcy. A thin wood-and-paper screen serves to separate the public office from Lord Laurelin's private quarters.

The office is marked by a large desk of dark-stained lebethron and several padded chairs. A small bookshelf lies directly behind it. Around the partition sits a canopied bed and matching wardrobe of the same stained wood. Thick carpet of royal blue runs from wall to wall in this circular chamber.

Eight arched windows serve to light the chamber, delicate latticework within their clear glass panes casting playful shadows all about. The soft sunlight of the Belfalas sky illumines all in its gentle benevolence.

Contents:
Beladan
Ithilir

Daemithion has arrived.

Ithilir enters his office, and waits for the Men at Arms to assemble.

Valkros has arrived.

Ithilir enters his office, and waits for the Men at Arms to assemble.

Sindon enters and take a very quick look around...

Valkros arrives through the door.

Beladan looks eager. "What news, my Lords? Doth we ride again?"

Ithilir walks over to the wall, and looks at it for a few moments. He then turns, and says with no inflection. "Lieutenant Beladan, I have an onerous duty to perform, but before I do, I want to commend you for your work, and have it noted that I perform this duty with no pleasure."

Valkros scratches his chin with curiosity.

Sindon raises an eyebrow, looking quickly to Beladan, then back to Ithilir....

Ithilir looks closely at Beladan, and says, "Lieutenant, are you aware that the arms your bear are those of House Girithlin?"

Beladan frowns. "I have been remiss, my Lord. I apologise for my recent failure, but htought that brought no ill will?" At the new words, he looks more concerned. "I am, my Lord, but find no wrong in thus doing, as did not Lord Helorondur when he saw then, also."

Below the floorboards, the sounds of routine duty flood the tower.... It must time for the changing of the guard....

Ithilir pauses a moment, and then says, "Very well, it is noted that you wear them with full knowledge. Lieutenant Beladan, I hereby charge you with bearing the Arms of House Girithlin without the attendant rights, and I now place you under arrest. Please give me your sword." He steps forward, and takes the weapon, and with a cold glint in his eye, passes it to Sindon. He then unpins the Insignia of Beladan's Rank, and places it in his tunic. "Sir Helorondur will be trying you for this Crime as soon as may be. Until that time, I have his indulgence that you be confined here, in my quarters, under guard. Upon your acquittal, you will be returned to duty, and no blot shall be on your record."

Daemithion blinks

Sindon takes the sword with a nod, but looks slighty shocked....

Beladan's mouth opens and closes, yet no sound issues. He looks to Lord Ithilir for a sign of mirth and to the assembled men for a laugh. Gaining his wits, "My Lord, what is this?"

Valkros opens his mouth with surprise and it takes him a few moments to recover from the shock.

Ithilir looks intently at Beladan, and says, "It is no matter for lightness, Lieutenant. I have been informed that the punishment, should you be found guilty, will be Banishment, at the least." He turns to Sindon, Valkros and Daemithion, and says, "You are to stand outside that door, and let no one pass, save Myself, the Lord Prince, or Sir Helorondur, is that clear?"

Sindon nods and says "Aye Sir..." speaking to Ithilir.

Valkros bows and says "yes sir."

Daemithion nods the Ithilir and studders, "ye-yes s-sir"

Beladan sags under the wieght of the words he hears. "But, my Lord, I have done no wrong. If I might but speak to Sir Helorondur, I would persuade him to drop this suit."

Sindon shakes his head slighty, as he looks at the sword, then to Beladan, then to Ithilir...

Ithilir nods, and says, "This is a matter of the Men at Arms, and the House Girithlin, and it is not to be discussed by any of you outside of this room, save you are asked to do so by Myself, the Lord Prince, or Sir Helorondur, is that clear? I have every confidence that the Lieutenant will be acquitted, and I would not have any of this known publicly in that case."

Sindon nods again, this time toward Ithilir and says "Of Course Sir..."

Daemithion says, "nods to Ithilir, "Yes Sir, Crystle Clear.""

No sound can be heard in the room as the full import of the matter becomes apparent....

Beladan looks to the men he has come to respect and trust. "I beg thee, say nothing. I have lost my honour, I wouldst not lose my name also."

Ithilir turns back to Beladan, and says, "Sir Helorondur will be trying the case, and you will be allowed to speak in your defense at that time. You may of course say anything that you wish to me at this time, but I must warn you, I will have no authority over the Trial, until the case is settled. Have you a statement you wish to make at this time Beladan?"

Beladan shakes his head a moment. "But stay, mayhaps I do, with your indulgence, my Lord?"

Ithilir nods, and says, "Very well Beladan."

Sindon looks at the floor, and the sword he hold's, waiting for Beladan to speak... looking somber...

Beladan says, "I am a simple man. I have neither kith not kin, hearth nor home but for the Men of valour of Dol Amroth and these very walls. I seek no claim to lineage nor advantage thereof, and I would foreswear to thee, My Lord - dare I say my friend - that I wouldst not bring dishonour on thee or thine, not this service. Whatever may come of this, My Lord, I will aquit with honour.""

Valkros now recovered from his shock, looks down at his feet.

Ithilir nods, and placing a hand on Beladan's shoulder, says, "Yes, of that I am sure, Beladan. But first we must settle this matter." He turns to the Men, and says, "If you would stand outside that door now? I am required in the Library now." He turns back to Beladan, and says, "I know not what it will aid, but should you need any records for your defense, you need but ask, and one of the Men at Arms will secure it." He salutes the Men, and leaves the room.

Valkros nods "yes sir we will await your word."

Sindon nods, and after looking at Beladan for a few seconds, then the sword... leaves...

III. The Trial!

Dol Amroth: Barad Requain - The Great Hall of the Swan

Contents:
Athorun

Helorondur stands in a dark corner of the hall, conversing silently with his liege, Lord Athorun.

You shout ""Men at Arms! Bring the defendant hither.""

Beladan has arrived.

Sindon has arrived.

The Men at arms descend, bearing Beladan between them, Sindon carrying his blade and Valkros and Daemithion holding his arms.

Ithilir enters through the double doors from the bailey without.

Ithilir has arrived.

Ithilir enters the Hall of the Swan quietly, and takes a position near the doors.

Imrahil enters through the double doors from the bailey without.
Imrahil has arrived.

Sindon reaches the end of the steps and announces "The defendant Sir...."

The doors to the tower are thrust open and in walks the stately figure of the Prince of Dol Amroth. Imrahil has come and with two honour guards. Entering the hall with long strides he speaks even as he paces, "What evil has happened in my land of peace?"

Helorondur stands in a dark corner of the hall, conversing silently with his liege, Lord Athorun. As the Court arrives, Helorondur bows once to Athorun and excuses himself. He croses the room to Ithilir and Imrahil, and bows deeply. "Milords. "

Sindon eyes Imrahil, and begins to bow, placing Beladan's sword on the ground as he does so....

Athorun paces across the floor of the Great hall of the Swan, face thundrous and full of wrath. He looks up occasionally, and merely nods when the 'defendant' is brought in. "It takes not the most bright man to discern wherefore he has been brought before the Lord of a House of Gondor," he begins, raspy voice unkind and sharp. Here he pauses, clear blue eyes piercing the man before him.

Helorondur regards Athorun with some fascination...

Ithilir nods to Helorondur, and eyes Athorun distantly, allowing no emotion to cross his face.

Helorondur bows once more to Imrahil, his face growing red. "It is an affair of honor for my lord Athorun of the Girithlin, my Prince. Art thou familar with the affair?"

Imrahil turns on his heels and says to Helorondur, "What of the Girithlin? Already my heart grows dark as the wispy dusk of days of youth for the Lord Amarthion has left us. What other ill tidings can you give to stir my heart's blood?"

Athorun's eyes flash between occupants of the room with equal scorn and distaste - save only Imrahil, his Prince. Even Helorondur, his kinsman, is held with little regard, "Well?!" he asks Beladan, the man before him, "I have heard naught from your wretched mouth, sirrah!" His voice drops from the shout, low to a hissing whisper, "Speak....

Sindon stands and looks to Imrahil, Ithilir and Helorondur, before picking up Beladan's blade, looking concerned at him at Athorun...

Beladan straightens under the restraining hands of the men-at-arms and stares coolly back at the assembled Lords in the Barad Requain. He bows formally to each, pausing noticeably before Sir Helorondur. "What wouldst thou have me say, my Lord? Thou hast seemingly tried and convicted me anon."

The Prince turns his imperial gaze to Beladan and Athorun, "What is this? What ill has happened Lord Girithlin?"

You say, "Nay, Beladan of Calembel. Thou deserveth for thine service a fair trial in a duly convened courtroom. My role is simply to discern the truth.""

Beladan turns to Sir Helorondur and looks at him intently whilst awaiting the reply from the one addressed by Imrahil.

Athorun hardly even hears Beladan, if he hears him at all, "My son," the Lord Girithlin grates, "Is not yet a month apart from me. Not a month! And every street urchin from Calambel to the Anfalas comes with some claim!" Clearly he has not listened at all to Beladan as he contines his rant, "Vultures, scavengers, all! Come to claim title and rank that my beloved Amarthion left!"

Helorondur turns to regard Athorun once more, before speaking to Ithilir. "Milord, with the Prince's leave may we begin the formal hearing?"

Ithilir turns to the Prince, and awaits his order.

Beladan looks aghast as the situation begins to crystalise and his gaze upon Helorondur softens and falls to the floor.

Imrahil raises a brow and says, "I see." Imrahil then turns to Ithilir, "Aye Lord Ithilir. Proceed and I shall preside."

Helorondur bows yet again and awaits Lord Ithilir's word....

Athorun stares aghast for a moment at Imrahil, but only a moment before his respect and love of his Prince calms him visibly, "As you wish, my Prince, but pray! Let not my beloved son's honor be sullied by such as these."

Ithilir bows to the Prince, and stepping into the Center of the Room, says,"Sir Helorondur has brought forth charges against Lieutenant Beladan, at the bequest of the Lord Girithlin. Sir Helorondur, if you would pronounce these charges?"

Imrahil looks upon Athorun and says, "I grieve with you Lord Girithlin, but as to whose honour is soiled remains to be seen in light of whatever testimony may be brought before us."

Helorondur nods to Ithilir, and addresses the Prince and the courtroom. "I, Helorondur Silmakhor Girithlin, acting in capacity as the envoy and empowered representative of the Lord of the Girithlin do hereby charge Beladan of Calembel, recently commissioned Lieutenant of the Dol Amroth Guardsmen, with a violation of the laws of honour, enshrined in the dictates and statutes of this land. The defendant, it will be proven, has usurped the arms of the House of Girithlin, princely family of Cardolan, and recently vassals of the most fair Prince Imrahil of Belfalas.

Beladan rankles at the words and pulls against his restrainers as the charges are announced.

Helorondur clears his throat once before addressing the Prince directly. "Your HIghness, may I enquire as to the defendant's plea?"

Imrahil inclines his head and looks cooly on the proceedings.

Beladan looks directly at Prince Imrahil. "I violate no man's honour, seek no man's rightful place and have stolen nothing that is not my right to have."

Valkros wispers in Baladan's ear so that few outside a small range can hear him "Stay calm sir."
Daemithion grins at Valkros.

Sindon eyes Valkros, not able to hear his words, and thinking bad of it... his grip tightens around Beladan's sword...

Imrahil says, "Aye, with religion and true justice unfold before us what proof you have of these offenses which are so claimed to violate the sacred relics and honours of the ancient houses."

Helorondur regards Beladan with a cool glance, but ignores his words. He turns back to Imrahil:"To usurp another's arms is to steal his unique sigil, his means of identification. And thus, tis a grievous crime, for by stealing a man's arms, he taketh from the one wronged his reputation, his dignity, his very honor itself." He pauses, regarding the assembled notabes for a long moment. "may I present my evidence, My prince?"

Imrahil inclines his head and says, "So thusly show what you may Lord Helorondur."

Athorun barely manages to avoid bursting out again as Beladan speaks, his face contorted with anger and loss all at once, staring at the offending man with irrational, dangerous blue eyes. And yet... he speaks nothing, seething inside.

Helorondur's brow furrows as he is distracted by Athorun's contortions. Nonetheless, he proceeds. "Item the first. Upon my return from captivity, I myself met him the defendant, sometime liuetenant of Dol Amroth.. He was wearing a leather jerkin, marked with this symbol:" Loro reaches behind his neck, and pulls off a chain from which a medallion swings. It is a bronze, six-pointed star. "I advised the man of his situation, and proceeded about my business, hoping he would take my words of advice." He turns, and looks directly gazes at Bela. "Do you deny this meeting?"

A murmur spreads through the hall seeing the mighty sigil of the infamous (and famous) Girithlins.

Beladan laughs bitterly, a sharp sound-short and cutting. "Thou jest, my Lord? The best of the knights from the scholarly house of Girithlin is to tourney wits against a farmer made good as soldier? What of my representative? Methinks that if justice be blind, she needs to be deaf as well. Still I, with nothing but right to fend off these cruel and acrimonious barbs, must do so. I pray thy indulgence, my Prince, at my rude words and unlearned turn of phrase." He turns to Helorondur. "Nay, I do not deny it, but I would not agree to the spirit of it."

[Editorial Comment on the part of our Prince<OOC> Imrahil says, "that was... beautiful"]

Helorondur nods, "Were it my choice, noble Beladan, I would urge a halt to this trial, for the intent is yet the most weighty matter in a man's honor. However, the crime stands whether intended or no, tis not in my power to rescind it now." He rummages some papers, "Item the second. At the aforementioned meeting, did you, Beladan of Calembel, claim ancestry to the House of Girithlin?"

The Prince arches a regal brow and then picking up a crystal o clear water drained from the mountains he says naught, the proud son of Adrahil gazes with his crystalline eyes looking on slowly.

Beladan shrugs free.. "Nay, my Lord. I did not. I claimed the right to this gambeson, with which I even now stand clad. Thou knowest this and all to well. Verily, I offered thee the very jerkin even then and wore it on only at thy behest." He turns to Lord Ithilir. "Thou wert there, my Lord, will thou not say on?"

Ithilir looks to the Prince for permission to speak.

Imrahil nods his head to Ithilir, "Is this true Lord Ithilir?"

Helorondur stares straight at Beladan, he then turns to Ithilir...

Ithilir nods, and says, "It is as Beladan says, Sir Helorondur accosted him, and asked by what right he wore the Symbols of House Girithlin. Beladan said it was by right of birth, and offered to remove the Symbols at the time, if Sir Helorondur insisted. Sir Helorondur acquiesced graciously, and said that if it was so, it was well. I know not what new information Sir Helorondur may have at this time."

Athorun looks approvingly upon Helorondur as the charges, which he himself did not know or understand fully - nor did he truly care to. And even as Beladan seeks to clear himself, Athorun's fiery blue eyes are upon him.

Imrahil arches a brow and then says, "But then I ask, how came the Man by these symbols?"

Beladan pulls quickly at his belt, removing the chain that hangs there. "And this, my Lords? It beareth my father's name, my name Beladan. It came in a box kept from my by foster parents, belonging to my father. I have his first name, this neckchain and my gambeson. If this convicts me, then let's have done and ajourn to the gibbet."

Helorondur clears his throat. "Thou hast the right of it, Sir Ithilir. However, I pledge that I also counselled said defendant not to wear the garment in question in public. Nonetheless, I must proceed." He sips a bit of water from a nearby goblet, and turns to Imrahil "Item the third, my Prince. At the aforementioned meeting, Beladan claimed to be seeking for his father, who he also claimed to be a swan knight." He glances to Beladan "and thou hast confirmed this third item verily by thine impudence."

Beladan whirls. "Thou sayest what? Say on, if thou be man indeed, if honour be more than a word to drop from thy lips as oft as is convienient. Say on, how knowing my father may condemn me, thrice damn thee!"

Valkros holds onto Beladan's arm tighter as he feels him straining slightly.

Imrahil mutters slowly, "Beladan, the name is familiar..." Yet the Prince looks on, waiting for all evidence to be shown. He then motions to a courtier, Hadrian by name and whispers something into his ear. Hadrian heads out swiftly.

Helorondur steps down from his place on the dais, a look of concern clearly apparent on his face "Let it be known that I bear no grudge against the defendant, for he hath aided me in times of travail so that no thanks may be enough. I pledge that if my liege, Lord Athorun is willing, I shall drop these charges."

Beladan appeals. "My Lords, I seeketh nothing that is not mine. I see that I have trespassed on honour, and know well enough that ignorance is no excuse. And forgive me, Sir Helorondur, for indeed this presseth me sore upon a wound of heart which I hath bourne overlong."

The Prince looks to the Lord Athorun to hear his words.

The courtier of the Prince returns and hand Imrahil a scroll. The Prince looks over it for a long moment and listens to the proceedings.

Athorun shakes his head, gazing haughtily at Beladan, muttering under his breath words that the Lord Girithlin was never wont to speak about anybody. After Helorondur speaks, he throws his hands up into the air, "Do as thou dost wish, Helorondur, Lord Girithlin" he says, and storms toward the door, "Mine mind is not aright, this much even thou, my Prince, must admit, and thou also, Helorondur, son of my grandfather's father's grandson. Leave me in peace..."

Imrahil shoots his glance upwards and then says to Athorun, "Peace Athorun and stay! This is commanded!"

Helorondur glances to the Prince, and then to Athorun... a shocked awe fills the courtroom.... Helorondur is momentarily speechless. Finally, he protests. "My lord, I await thine bidding, I am ever servant of the Girithlin."

Athorun stops short of the door, barely. He does not reply to Imrahil's command otherwise, and looks instead at Helorondur, "Mine bidding? Then I command thee to take upon thy mantle the Lordship of Girithlin. There, now, Your Highness, might I depart?"

Sindon mouth drops, as almost does the sword he holds...

Imrahil rises and holds up his hand, "Peace my noble peers! For in this hand I hold a scroll which hath all the answers to this riddle!"

Beladan looks bewildered at the sudden turn in proceedings.

Helorondur ignores the old lord Athorun, who has clearly lost his mind.... "My Prince, I beg thee detain my Lord Athorun.... he hath no been himself of late, and will assuredly recover.."

Imrahil nods and says, "Guards, hold the doors, no Man may leave here against my will."

Ithilir bows to Lord Athorun, and motions to a nearby Chair.

Imrahil holds aloft the scroll, "In the days of my youth when I was a young Princeling and the grass of Belfalas wide and fair, ere my father was slain by the Corsairs and ere my wife bore my children there was an elder knight of Adrahil's thanes."

Helorondur waits for Imrahil to read the scroll...Meanwhile, he silently retrieves a large, leatherbound volume from a desk. The book is adorned with a gilt six-pointed star...

Helorondur glances to Ithilir and Beladan, his face drawn in anticipation...

Imrahil nods to Hadrian who takes the scroll and reads trilling the r's, "So follows the thanes bearing lineage and descent of the squires of and later knights under the Thane-Prince Adrahil of Dol Amroth..." Hadrian then lists off a long list of names and kin until at last he says, "Lord Beladan of the Tarnost slain upon the field." Imrahil nods and then says, "So thus we see at least one truth, that Beladan, was a name of a knight in the service of my father long ago." Imrahil then looks steely eyed at Helorondur, "Have you the lists of the lineages of thine house?"

Athorun's eyes are clear as he shakes his head, this time with sadness, after Imrahil speaks."Nay, Helorondur... my mind in this at least, is clear. Without an heir am I, and with me ends my blood and the blood of Tarmacil, my father. And my Prince," he says, addressing Imrahil, and ignoring Ithilir's kind offering of a chair, "Thou mayest keep me here locked until this is said and done, but thou mayest not keep me from this: no longer do I claim title or lands, and now but hope that in his goodwill, Lord Helorondur shall give me a place to rest my weary legs at night."

Helorondur turns to the kindly old man who has spoken to him. "I shall protest this bequest, milord, as thou art fit and fitted for many more years of rulership. But in any case, we shall discuss the matter later."

Imrahil replies to Athorun, "I doubt not that, and always are you held in high warmth and regard in the Citadel of the Princes."

Helorondur nods, belatedly, to the Prince. "Aye my liege" He clears his throat, and opens the leather-bound volume... "I hold here the birth and death register of mine House." He turns several pages, licking his fingers. "May the 23rd, two thousandth, nine hundredth, and ninety-fourth year of the Third age. The entry reads 'Sir Beladan, Swan knight...."

Murmurs again run across the hall as the Prince says, "And doth it list any children that he may have sired?"

Helorondur pauses reading, a look of profound disappointment crossing his visage. He continues with a heavy voice. 'Sir Beladan perished this day in battle, leaving behind a wife, no....'" Loro clears his throat once more. "And the entry stops there, milord. Tis inconclusive."

Helorondur picks up the book, pointing to the illuminated initial of Sir Beladan's entry... and to the bottom of the page.

Beladan slumps in resignation of defeat. "That, then, 'tis that."

Imrahil glances over at Beladan for a moment before looking at Helorondur again, "And who is this woman that took to bed the Swanknight Beladan?"

Sindon sighs, perhaps louder than he intended... he eyes Beladan, and his eyes radiate some compassion....

Beladan looks at the assembled Lords. "Thank Eru that my mother, Idril, is not here to see her son's ruin. I would face a sentance sooner than later, at my Lord Prince's pleasure."

Helorondur Sits down again, scanning the entries for a date of marriage.... He begins reading... "Sir Beladan of Dol Amroth, married this day, Midsummer, 2913, to the daughter of Orndreth Torondril...' That's the complete entry, my Prince... " He turns to Beladan, plainly forgetting his role as prosecutor. "Do not give up hope yet, Beladan, these entries shed little, but yet more light on the past... "

Imrahil rubs his chin for a long moment and then says, "Alas, there is no other evidence then?"

Helorondur closes the book with finality. "I can find no other, My Lord. I move that Beladan be stripped of his surcoat, and rehabilitated to full honor, given the extenuating circumstances...

Imrahil nods and then says looking sadly at Beladan, "Alas that it is so, but this charge is serious and since no more evidence can be procured for your cause I am forced to pronounce your guilt."

Valkros gaspes and opens his eyes wide with disbelief.

From a far corner of the Barad Requain, a high pitched voice can be heard arguing. After a moment, am aged and bent man, obviously a retainer of some Noble House hobbles forward, leaning heavily on a staff, and supported by a tall young man, wearing the same Livery. He mumbles to himself, as the young man turns bright read, and attempts to turn aside the old man from his purpose. The old man stops before Lord Athorun, and with a pathetic caricature of a bow, says, "My Lord Athorun, I am Fornohtar, and you may not remember me, but I was one of your retainers, many years ago. I then became that of the Lord Farothil, who's son is now a Knight of Dol Amroth. And I have some information that you will want to hear ere this young man is unjustly sentenced." He tries to rise, and nearly falls before the young man helps him up. He is then taken by a coughing fit, which lasts several minutes, and leaves the old man shaking visibly.

Sindon smiles slighty as he eyes the old man.

Athorun nods absently to the aged man that is before him, and he says blankly, "I would not have a man unjustly charged. Speak, please, and be frank whatsoever it is that thou must say."

Helorondur strides forward to meet the aged retainer..."My Prince, I beg thee, let us see what testimony this man may bring forth..."

Imrahil looks to Beladan, "...unless there is aught else you may say?" The prince then looks up at Helorondur and nods, "And who is this...?"

Beladan opens his mouth to reply, but bites off his words at the Prince's inquiry.

Helorondur examines Fornohtar quizzically before answering. "I know not, but let us not judge a man before we know him" He turns to the aged retainer. "Present yourself to the Prince..."

Fornohtar nods his head, but does not speak for a few moments, until the wracking cough subsides. He is paler now, and continues to shake wearily. "Thank you My Lord Girithlin. My family has served the House Girithlin for nearly 10 generations, and it is our boast that no member has ever betrayed or brought harm to any of that House, but what I must say today will break that vow." He pauses.

Helorondur looks aghast at the old man's claim...

Fornohtar looks up at Helorondur, and says, "I fear my eyes are not what they once were, nor my hearing. But if the Prince will excuse an old fool, I will try to bow." He begins to get up slowly, shaking more violently.

Helorondur helps the old man up. "Speak, a man's name is at stake here...."

Fornohtar nods, and then gestures to his pouch, seated on his belt. "

Imrahil arches a brow and glances over at the Knight-Captain for a moment before turning his attention to Fornohtar, "Speak, for the honour of the noble house are held in dire peril this day."

Fornohtar says, "Here I have certain documents, which I took from the Father of Sir Farothil after his death. I took these documents, fearing that one day I would need them to protect my life from Sir Farothil."

Athorun also makes his way over to Fornohtar's side, and says quietly, "I have not forgotten thy service, and now with a name to place with the face, I remember well. Please, speak and be unafraid - any harm that is done me I forgive, for thee and thy family has always been true and steadfast."

Farothil says, "Listen not to that Old Fool! He is a raving mad man, and would besmirch my father's name. I will have your head for this Fornohtar!!"

Imrahil holds up his hand, "Silence! Let Fornohtar speak!"

Ithilir steps forward, and detains Farothil, preventing him from attacking the old man.

You say, "Calm yourself, Farothil! Thou hast not been bidden to speak."

Fornohtar continues, and reaching into his pouch, pulls out a piece of vellum, and a small book.

Helorondur gazes at the objects closely.... He turns to Imrahil... What think thee they mean?"

Sindon steps away from Beladan, and walks towards Ithilir and Farothil...

Valkros follows Sindon, only two steps behind him.

Fornohtar turns again to Lord Athorun, and says, "My Lord, I was with the Lord Farothil, on a day some 20 years ago, when he led a raid on an orc encampment near Osgiliath. With him that day, were his Son, Squire Farothil, the fool you see there, and the Knight Beladan."

Imrahil motions, "Bring forth the documents to me."

Sindon reaches where Ithilir is currently by Farothil and leans towards him...

{Editorial comment on my part...<OOC> You say, "this log is gonna suck to edit:)" And it did:)}

Helorondur watches the old man with interest..

Fornohtar hands the documents to the Prince, and says, "The piece of parchment there, I believe the Lord Girithlin is that of a page from the Records of House Girithlin, detailing a birth to Sir Beladan of a boy. The book, is a ledger that the Lord Farothil, the father of this knave, kept. In it, he recounted how he amassed his small fortune. I believe that the Lord Girithlin and the Prince will note that there are several payments to a man, Wethas? But more of that matter at another time." He begins to cough apace, and seems unlikely to stop. After a few moments, a small trickle of blood appears at the corner of his mouth.

Beladan spits.."Wethas? I know the name.."

Farothil says, "Lying KNAVE!!!!!"

Ithilir turns to the Prince, and says, "My Lord, may I be allowed to remove this?"

Imrahil raises a brow and peers at the document heedless of the blood on Farothil. He traces his fingers over the paper and then looks up, "Wethas? Who is this?" He looks sharply at Forthil and then says, "Aye Lord Ithilir! Forthwith!"

Helorondur approaches the Prince, waiting to speak after Ithilir's request is answered...

Ithilir grabs Farothil, and removes him unkindly. He returns in a few moments, a slight smile on his face.

You say, "May I inspect the parchment leaf, My Prince? It doth look familiar...."

Athorun peers down at Fornohtar, eyes suspicious. Then, as he begins to cough up blood, "My Prince!" he cries aloud, "Summon the healers. Fornohtar is not well."

Imrahil glances over at Helorondur and nods for a moment.

Fornohtar smiles as his son hands him a glass of water, and after a few moments, continues. "My Lords, I am an old man, and not without some honour. For the things I have done, and have witnessed without a word, I am truly damned. But this I will not bear, that the truth shall die with me.

Imrahil looks up sharply and then rises, "Alas! What is this? Fetch the leeches!"

Helorondur takes the vellum from the Prince despite the distractions.... He hurriedly walks to his desk, and flips open the Girithlin register unceremoniously...

Fornohtar continues, "I too was with the Orc Raid that day, as I said My Lords. And I was also present when Sir Beladan had a 'private council' with the Lord Farothil." He pauses and sips more water, and brushes away a little more blood from his lips.

Sindon, who previously had been staring intently at the floor, as if in a trance, starts, and looks from Imrahil to Fornohtar....

Imrahil leans forward and says, "And what of it?"

Helorondur pauses his endeavors and stares at the Retainer with an open mouth...

Beladan leans forward to better hear the information coming to light.

Fornohtar smiles grimly. "I never saw the Lord so angry as he was that day. For Sir Beladan came to him, and told him that he had proof that Lord Farothil had been selling grains, and other provisions, stolen from the Prince's Granaries, to this Wethas. Furthermore, he had proof, that Wethas was selling these, with Lord Farothil's knowledge, to the Haradrim!" He pauses as a roar shakes the Chamber.

Sindon drops the sword of Beladan, his mouth gaping open not for the first time tonight...

Fornohtar nods to the Prince, and says, "That ledger that you hold there, Prince Imrahil, is the proof, which Sir Beladan brought to Lord Farothil that day. I took it from Sir Beladan's body, but of that I will speak anon."

Helorondur stares unblinkingly at the mayhem which has erupted in the chamber. He mumbles to himself "riddles within riddles..... "

Imrahil looks cold and his face is set, "Bring Lord Farothil to me."

Ithilir bows to the Prince, and leaves the Chamber.

Fornohtar finally stops coughing, and says weakly, "The Lord Farothil, father of that miscreant who calls himself a noble, was in a fine wrath when Sir Beladan left him that night. And it was not soon after, that he ordered me to be sure that Sir Beladan was included on a raid to Osgiliath. He also had me pass certain papers to a man, one Wethas. Those papers I never saw, but I can guess what they said."

Helorondur ignores the revelations, so intent is he on investigating the strip of parchment given by the old man.

Ithilir returns with Sir Farothil, who is bound and gagged. He stands beside the door, and forces Sir Farothil to sit in a nearby chair.

Imrahil says rising, "But even so, your guess may be hearsay, and that is not enough."

Helorondur stands up immediately, he raises his voice quite loudly. "Forgive my impudence, my lords, but I have discovered a finding of utmost importance for the trial at hand..."

Fornohtar continues, "Yes My Lord, but my experiences the next day were not. For we were not ambushed by Orcs, as the Lord, and his Son the Squire Farothil claimed, but by a band of Men, Haradrim by the looks of them, and with this Wethas at their head. Sir Beladan knew then that the Lord Farothil planned to kill him out of hand, and would have sold his life dearly, had not one of those foul men shot him in the back with a black fletched arrow, such as the Orcs use I understand. I then was taken roughly by the men, and was told that if I ever breathed a word of this, I would be killed, and my family as well."

Helorondur puts his hand over his mouth at the latest revelation... He looks distinctly embarrassed for interrupting...
Imrahil holds up his hand and says, "This is strange tidings and evil ones - yet how may I know you speaketh the truth and not a falsehood? For surely there is one here who is embattled in the cunning tongue of lies?"

Fornohtar begins to cry, and says, "And coward that I am, I said not a word." He looks over to Beladan and says, "But I did what I could for Sir Beladan's family. I took that page from the ledger, which told of the birth of the child, and I found safe passage for the Lady and her babe." He seems unaware of the Prince for a moment, and then a strange light enters his eyes.

Fornohtar stands, and seems to draw some inner strength.

Helorondur's face nods as if he knew the Retainer's words before he spoke them... "My lords..."

Imrahil now casts his eyes, sharp and grey upon Helorondur and says, "Yes Lord Helorondur, what have you to say?"

Fornohtar says, "My word My Lord Prince? Nay, not my word, but the words on those pages. If they are not enough proof, then what of the diary, if you will find the Linden leaf I have inserted in the pages, you will find a most interesting passage. While evidence of Lord Farothil's treason are plain, those passages detail how he had the Knight Beladan Slain! And I am sure that the Lord Girithlin will recognize the seal, and script of Lord Farothil?""

Farothil struggles mightily, but is unable to free himself from his bonds.

Imrahil now looks to Fornohtar and then to Helorondur, "Now it comes - honour and life and justice rest now upon the lore taught to thee from your sires of old - what say you?"

Helorondur nods to Imrahil's permission. "If I may proceed... the leaf provided by Fornohtar bears the same script as the Codex of the Girithlin Register... The ink is very rare, and the penmanshhip exceedingly fine... I doubt such work might be forged.... " He opens the book to the same page he had opened earlier...

Helorondur inserts the leaf into the opened book... the tear in the vellum of the leaf lines up perfectly with a heretofore unnoticed gap in the manuscript.... "This leaf contains the missing half of the entry for Sir Beladan's death. It reads thusly:

'Sir Beladan, slain in battle, is survived by a wife, *no daughter, and one male heir. Upon birth, the boy was branded by his father to ensure his identity. He wears a hawk-shaped scar on the shoulder*'"

Helorondur cloeses the book, he stares straight at Beladan. "Heir of Sir Beladan of Dol Amroth, if you would please allow Ithilir to ascertain the truth of the matter once and for all?"

You say, "Remove thine tunic, thou will be proven a Girithlin.""

A quick look of puzzlement passes Beladan's face, yet he quickly moves to obey the request of Helorondur. Standing, stripped to the ewaist, he turns. "My Lord?"

Ithilir steps forward, and with a confident smile, takes Beladan's left arm, and begins to roll up his sleeve. "Worry not Beladan, I noticed something interesting when we sparred last week." He continues to roll up the sleeve, and under the arm, is a small birthmark, in the shape of a hawk.

Imrahil nods and then smiles slowly, "Then this is the answer to our riddles and exhonerates Beladan, does it not?"

Helorondur nods to Athorun and Imrahil. "Beyond the shadow of a doubt."

Fornohtar coughs, but this time purposefully, and says, "Not completely, My Lord Prince. If I may be so bold, the question of Sir Farothil's complicity in this crime is still open to question?"

The Prince then nods and looks upon the gagged man, "Then this issue must be explored." Imrahil waves his hand toward Farothil, "Remove his bonds but have him detained in the holding in the tower. We shall have an investigation into this affair."

Ithilir returns to Farothil, and cutting him loose, leads him from the Chamber.

Farothil shouts, "LIES!!!!!!! I will have my revenge!!!!!"

Athorun does not move awhile, and apparently is taking this time to ponder what he has said. A shadow crosses his face, and his eyes are downcast for a long moment, and he looks over at what is in Helorondur's hand. "It is Girithlin script, and what has been written has been shown true. And in so doing, my own lack of wisdom and forbearance revealed. Beladan Girithlin," he says, his blue eyes meeting Beladan's as he walks toward him, "Not only do I drop all charge against thee," here he actually kneels to one knee, "But I beg thy forgiveness."

Helorondur waits no longer but crosses the floor, towards Sir Beladan. He joins the Lord of his House. "If I might beg of thee a boon, kinsman..." Helorondur's eyes look downcast, his posture slumped...

Beladan speaks softly to Helorondur, his voice cracking under great strain. "Forgive me again, Sir Helorondur. I feel, felt keenly the lack of a name. Thou didst charge me with usurping a name - a cruel irony, for I of all here have not a name. Now I find that named I am, and of those who seek to persecute me for taking a name. O, bitter fate! For now I must needs live by a code that I would not choose. Thy Girithlinian ideal of honour is over-wrought, Sir Helorondur, bound in leather and ink rather than heart and spirit. And thou mayest teach me what it is to have a past and now, a future." Beladan takes his sword back from Sindon and quickly strides across the chamber. Reversing the blade, he offers the pommel over his arm to the Knight. "Forever wilt I berate myself for my foolish pride and doubt of thee, and forever I wilt remain thy most staunch man." Tears finally overwhelm him. "If thou wilt but have me...and name thy boon"

[Editorial comment: <ooc> Beladan says, "Now that's spam!"]

Sindon smiles slighty...

Valkros brakes into a wide grin.

Fornohtar lies slumped in his chair, a smile on his face. His son leans over him, crying softly.

Helorondur kneels to Beladan. "Thou speaketh the truth. Tis I who ask a boon of thee, for by thine deeds and noble character thou hast shown thine nobility, which cannot be recorded in any codex or scroll, but comes from the heart of a man. Thine example shall teach us all, what no man may learn in an academy: that noblility doth not, indeed come from renown, but rather the reverse. I humbly beg thine forgiveness, and welcome thee as cousin in spirit as well as blood!"