When a King meets a Dragonborn
Moyrae eyed the strange people around her wearily. She was utterly confused, they had the ears of elves, the height of high elves, but they lacked the distinct brow, eyes and golden skin of the altmer.
Not to mention they were far less hostile. Whatever land Hermeus Mora had somehow sent her to, it was nowhere on Tamriel. At least he’d been generous enough to gift her with knowledge of the language they spoke.
The group she’d met was a patrol and they’d led her back to their camp to be interrogated by their king if she wasn’t mistaken. So now she waited. She didn’t like waiting, it made her feel on edge. In order to give her some minimal distraction she took off the helmet that Clavicus Vile had given her. Her skin welcoming the cool air.
Typically the king insisted any Atani be admitted into the kingdom without question, he loved them all dearly and wished to share anything he had with them. He immensely enjoyed visits from them now more than ever after his wife had died. The company was well appreciated.. after all.. he very much missed Gorgo’s culture.
However, his guards had informed him of a suspicious character wandering their borders who was quite confused, and had been brought in to speak with them. Under Finrod’s specific order to remain friendly of course.
Lovely carvings of swans covered the door to the room where she was held, and finally it opened, a young raven-haired elf stepping into the doorway. His hair flowed in loose curls down onto his shoulders, with quite handsome features and bright green eyes that stared at her in shock. Frederick could hardly believe his eyes! This woman had dark teal hair nearly the same color as the silk tunic he wore.
Just behind him, Finrod appeared and there was no mistaking their similar features, they were most certainly related though to someone who didnt know how old elves could be.. they could have appeared as siblings rather than father and son. The same jawline and emerald eyes gave it away quite easily and their matching curls confirmed it, the only difference was the color. Finrod’s curls were gold intermixed with hanging jewels from his headdress that complimented his shining silk attire. Both elves were quite regal looking.. aside from the fact they both gazed astounded at
Moyrae. He snapped himself out it quickly so as not to be rude and smiled intrigued.
“ Welcome to Nargothrond,” Finrod and Frederick both bowed their heads slightly in greeting, “ I am Finrod Felagund, and this is my son Frederick Trevelyan. I was told you were lost? It would be my pleasure to assist you.”
