Do you hold your tongue, Swan Daughter, descendant of my enemies?!-She asked her looking down from the veil of the Dias. It was once a great city of men. The Tower of the Moon ,now a pillar of terror and woe. Sombre gaze unseen watched her,the girl had came bearing gifts upon Valentine's,but had not received hers in turn as the law of hospitality still extended with in the laws of Arda.
The Witch Wife of Angmar acknowledged her with the wave of her hand.
She had removed all that would oppose Lothiriel upon her entrance to the Vale.
The bridge between valley and shadow hindered her not,the Watchers of the Great gates had informed her of the young, brave...but possibly foolish woman's arrival. This was once a proud city, now rendered of it's former glory. It was a stiff reminder of their Rule. Thus was seated,Véretenebris, at the dais of the Morgul Vale. Her gray sombre gaze stared down at Lottie.Hidden pale features,obscured for others visage by that of her veil;
I see you have brought me such a gift?.
And why hast thou, a Swan daughter,one dedicated to my enemies, ventured far from the warmth of her home, to bring me such a... marvelous treasure?!
The Kingdom of the Durin Folk had endured. To what degree? Many had been lost during battle but also, many had returned to the humble abode of the Lonely Mountain. Erebor was thriving once more with life. Thea, the wife of Thorin stood looking towards the South. Something stirred. She couldn't place her finger upon it. As she was about to go inside her lady in waiting Neela ran in. "M'lady I have word from your brother Lord Legolas. He says that your father wishes you to join them in Mirkwood for Council." Thea admitted sometime she missed her family more than she cared to admit. But she had a duty, first to her husband's people, the Durin.
Her own son Thalion was from that line as was her daughter Elora. She herself was queen of the Durin Folk, an elf daughter, and the adopted daughter of Thranduil nonetheless. She and Thranduil had their arguments but that still did not mean she did not care for him. She loved him and even admired her adopted father. She had cared for him even in his darkest of hours. But one day had stood out from the rest. When he had walked away from the Durin the day Smaug had taken Erebor, Thea had stayed, defied her father's orders.
"Tell him I will speak with my husband and let him know as soon as word comes to me." She turned to go back inside hands behind her back. Next there came word of visitors from afar. Whispers were it were the lady of Dol Amroth. Thea put on her finest of gowns, had her lady in waiting to brush out her dark strands, and put silver beads into her hair. She laid a silver crown made of mithril, a gift from Thorin, upon her head.
She had spoken two days before to her husband of her dreams. There was evil arising and she didn't understand what it was. It scared her this time. For this evil was bigger than that whom had attacked Erebor and Dale before. Thorin looked at her, blue eyes as they had always been, full of wisdom and love for her. "We cannot afford to lose anymore to battle." Thea had argued with him. He knew she would. "So we stand behind our walls of stone and do not aid those whose lives are in danger? What of my father and brother? They are in that forest. More of those horrid spiders will come. Can we not send aid to them?"
His jaw clenched and blue eyes flashed. "You would have me aid those who did not aid us in our time of need?" He was right. She argued no more. Her heart still would not rest. She had to send some sort of aid to them. They had finally called her to council. First things were first. Alliances had to be made. She waited in the council room for the lady of Dol Amroth.