Post by Minyaiwe on Jul 15, 2015 22:51:04 GMT
Minyaiwe was lost.
Completely and utterly lost.
As he walked across the same bridge for what felt like the eighth time in eight minutes he finally admitted that he had been going in circles for at least an hour (although without the sun as a reference point it could well have been far longer than that). He probably should have heeded the warnings his guards had given him when they had left him in his room.
He hadn’t meant to ignore their warnings, he had meant to wait quietly in his room until summoned to an audience with King Thranduil or whoever it was whose duties included greeting guests and sorting out the twice yearly wine fee. Thinking about it, Minyaiwe doubted that it would be the king who would receive him, no doubt he had more important things to do than greet the sons of minor nobles or the envoys who brought him his wine, but he allowed himself the hope that he would, at some point, be able to see the king for himself.
Anyway, he hadn’t meant to leave his room and he certainly hadn’t meant to get lost but… well, he had never been very good at controlling his curiosity. He really had only meant to see what was at the end of his corridor but, once he’d seen that what was at the end of his corridor was a rather interesting bridge that lead to some rather interesting stairs which in turn seemed to lead to some rather interesting places… he’d never had much difficulty navigating the waterways in Dorwinion so the pathwasy of the Greenwood should be relatively easy.
One thing had led to another and soon he’d found that he had no idea where he was.
Still, Minyaiwe couldn’t bring himself to be upset over the fact he was utterly lost in a place he had only ever read about; king Thraduil’s underground halls were so unlike anything Minyaiwe had seen in Dorwinion that they were certain to be enough to keep him occupied for a very long time. And what was travelling without a little adventure anyway? Hadn’t he set out to see the world, to experience the adventures he’d read about in his books? Perhaps getting lost in king Thranduil’s halls wasn’t quite the same thing but it was a start.
All the same, Minyawie supposed he should probably at least try to find his way back to his rooms even if he was enjoying himself. His meeting was no doubt drawing close and people were probably looking for him. He hoped he hadn’t worried them overly much, he would hate to cause a fuss on his first day as their guest and he didn’t want to accidentally disrupt his mother’s trade agreements…
Yes, best he returned to his rooms.
With this in mind the young ellon set off again, vowing to ask the first elf he came across for directions back to his room.
For Arienë Elunë, sorry this took so long
Completely and utterly lost.
As he walked across the same bridge for what felt like the eighth time in eight minutes he finally admitted that he had been going in circles for at least an hour (although without the sun as a reference point it could well have been far longer than that). He probably should have heeded the warnings his guards had given him when they had left him in his room.
He hadn’t meant to ignore their warnings, he had meant to wait quietly in his room until summoned to an audience with King Thranduil or whoever it was whose duties included greeting guests and sorting out the twice yearly wine fee. Thinking about it, Minyaiwe doubted that it would be the king who would receive him, no doubt he had more important things to do than greet the sons of minor nobles or the envoys who brought him his wine, but he allowed himself the hope that he would, at some point, be able to see the king for himself.
Anyway, he hadn’t meant to leave his room and he certainly hadn’t meant to get lost but… well, he had never been very good at controlling his curiosity. He really had only meant to see what was at the end of his corridor but, once he’d seen that what was at the end of his corridor was a rather interesting bridge that lead to some rather interesting stairs which in turn seemed to lead to some rather interesting places… he’d never had much difficulty navigating the waterways in Dorwinion so the pathwasy of the Greenwood should be relatively easy.
One thing had led to another and soon he’d found that he had no idea where he was.
Still, Minyaiwe couldn’t bring himself to be upset over the fact he was utterly lost in a place he had only ever read about; king Thraduil’s underground halls were so unlike anything Minyaiwe had seen in Dorwinion that they were certain to be enough to keep him occupied for a very long time. And what was travelling without a little adventure anyway? Hadn’t he set out to see the world, to experience the adventures he’d read about in his books? Perhaps getting lost in king Thranduil’s halls wasn’t quite the same thing but it was a start.
All the same, Minyawie supposed he should probably at least try to find his way back to his rooms even if he was enjoying himself. His meeting was no doubt drawing close and people were probably looking for him. He hoped he hadn’t worried them overly much, he would hate to cause a fuss on his first day as their guest and he didn’t want to accidentally disrupt his mother’s trade agreements…
Yes, best he returned to his rooms.
With this in mind the young ellon set off again, vowing to ask the first elf he came across for directions back to his room.
For Arienë Elunë, sorry this took so long
