::The Battle Of Eldaran:: -Semi-Literate-

[Alfred F. Jones]

Beren nodded. "Very well." He turned his gaze to Ahren, his golden-brown eyes searching the prince. "To what do I owe the honor of your presence?" he inquired cooly.

[Cap'n Rose]

The prince took the finger out of his mouth, grinning suddenly. "A slight magical disturbance. Nothing much more. And I got bored terrorizing petty villagers." He put another finger in his mouth, still thoughtful. For some peculiar reason, he looked almost adorable, but this impression was suddenly banished as his eyes alighted on the portal.

[lightscales]

"Young lord." Blaxton greeted with a formal nod, ignoring Beren for a minute "How was your trip to the doungens?" He asked, looking about the spacious room. "I decided to provide him adiquite accomidations. Torture was not nesasarry." He paused and his eyes flicked up to Ahren, them dark and foreboding "My threats were enough. And he gave up everything willingly. the general has healed, but is not as strong as before. There is an inadaquite amount of soilders and the king is aging."

[Cap'n Rose]

Ahren nodded once. "I always enjoy my time with out captives." He left it at that, sucking on another of his bloody fingers for a moment, listening to the report. "Beautiful." He finally said. And it was all he said for a moment. "Beautiful..." A soft echo as he took his eyes from the portal, watching his advisor.

[Arthur Κirkland]

Arthur's eyes widened at the sudden contact, though didn't attempt to pull away; in truth, he wasn't scared of the elf. Something just didn't feel right, though he doubted his own conscience. Perhaps he was letting his kind heart get in the way of his sharp wits. "Are you mad, Erick? Surely the evidence does not aid you in your plea," He frowned, turning to face the elf.

[lightscales]

"I set up a one way skrying bowl so he can watch his lover dies. i painted a lovely tapestry of wirds before you entered." Blaxton chuckled as he sat up, walking over to his king and using a spare cloth to wipe his hands clean, cleaning of a smear of blood on his cheek. "That can make you sick, young lord."

"B-But I wouldnt do it!" Erick cried, deperate more than ever now. "why would I! It makes no sence." His grip tightened unknowingly as his thoughts sped off into different directions. His eyes were mad and wide now, shock entering his system. He gripped tight enough to bruise, grinning "so i couldnt have done it!"

[Alfred F. Jones]

"He is not my lover," Beren said softly, looking at the bowl momentarily. A frown creased his lips, though otherwise showed no emotion. He ignored the knight and king's conversation, merely gazing downwards in thought.

[Arthur Κirkland]

Arthur winced at the tightening grip on his shoulders, jaw clenching a bit. "Erick, calm yourself!" He ordered, gripping the elf's wrists in his hands, managing to get the other to release him. "It doesn't make sense... But what else could have happened? It would be unlikely another huntsman would be out in these forests so late, even less chance he wanting to take Beren." He reasoned, hands' grip remaining firm on Erick's wrists.

[lightscales]

Erick growled lowly "I wouldnt do it!" He said frantically. the elf backed away when he heard soilders voices coming from near them, panic growing in his eyes. "Y-You told them already?!" He accused Arthur, shocked. "I thought I could trust you!"

Blaxton smirked as he looked over at Beren "But you wish he was, no?" He asked and laughed hollowly. "Oh. Looks like hes going mad. m,aking accusations and excuses to block out the fact he think he killed you~" the man snd happily, laughing as soon as he finished "this ought to be fun."

[Arthur Κirkland]

Arthur looked in the direction of the soldiers' voices, eyes widening a bit. "N-no... I haven't been able to..." His gaze quickly drew back to Erick. "But, you had to... Who else could-..." His voice trailed off as his icey eyes were brought back to the wound on Erick's shoulder, the still flowing blood glistening a bit in the little moonlight that seeped through the heavy forest. A sword wound... A sword wound?! His breath hitched a moment, he looking back up to the elf's eyes immediately. "Erick! Someone else gave you that wound! Beren didn't have a sword," His tone was shocked, his expression growing worried and suspicious. "You didn't kill him, Erick... But someone else might have,"