Dilan looked back to see Regalia talking to a dark-haired elf. "Qiz tea?" Dilan asked. He walked over slowly and saw the Elf look at him with his dark eyes. It scared him, it was almost unnatural, but Dilan didn't step back. He just averted his gaze to the grey horse. Dilan couldn't understand much of what Regalia or the Elf were saying to each other. Regalia translated some things, but he didn't think that she was talking to him. Dilan grew impatient and stared down at the dry blood on his hands. "Dvar, dvar, dvar," he said. "Dirty, dirty, dirty."
Regalia looked over her shoulder, to where Dilan was staring at his hands, which were crusted with dried blood. "Armeron will take us to Drie, their king. And then we will find rest."
Dilan looked to Regalia and nodded. Dilan went over to his horse and took her reins. He followed Regalia who followed the Elf all the way through the village, still very few Elves in sight. Smiling all the way, Dilan gaped at the sight of the giant palace in front of them, it was hidden so well.
Regalia patted her horse's mane. The horses had held out well for the trip. The Elves stared at them all through the village, which looked like a cluster of trees, but was lined with stone huts intricately built. Armeron waved to some of them as they passed.
Dilan cowered as they neared the palace, looking around as the Elves grew in numbers. Eventually, he stood at the great doors of the building in front of him. The doors where pulled open and the Elf guiding them told them to follow. Dilan had become cold all of a sudden, like something was out of place. Maybe it was just him.
Regalia dismounted her horse, and entered the hall. The room they came to was extravagant. It had white marble floors and walls and black columns that rose to the roof on each side. The walls were patterned with scenes of Elves and heroics and old lore of the world carved in by skilled craftsmen. Against the back wall sat a throne, golden and painted with pale blue and white. The Elven King sat upon his throne, wearing a silver crown that looked like a ring of entwined willow branches and a proud expression on his face.
Dilan smiled and as the 'proper' man he is, he bowed to the king. "Thn du perlucyv ui cetre," he said. "Tis a pleasure to be here." Dilan didn't say either sentence loud. Just loud enough so he could hear it himself. His eyes wandered around the castle when the Elf in front of him stopped. He looked at Regalia then back to the Elf. He bowed his head, as did the king sitting on the throne. "What a beautiful place, is it not?" he whispered to Regalia.
"Quite. It brings back so many memories," she replied softly, directing her attention to the king. "Lef moreigine idrinnea. perilor myrn" she said to the king. "Thank you for your courtesy. There is great danger at our backs."
Regalia really helped understand the conversation with her translations. Dilan cowered a bit because he didn't know what to say or if the King even understood English. Retracing his steps to get here, Dilan remembered the letter King Mordon gave to him to deliver. He took the letter from his pouch and opened the folded paper.
Regalia glanced at the paper. "Did King Mordon ask you to send that?" Her eyes narrowed, and her expression grew visibly darker. "I would advise you to read it over before you give it to the Elven King. I don't trust a bone in Mordon's body." She flicked her arm, and a burn scar became visible on her right forearm.
Dilan read the letter, nodding at what Regalia said. The letter was about the attack next full moon. Most of the things this letter stated was information Dilan and Regalia knew. As he got to the end of the letter, Dilan widened his eyes. He had to read the sentence about four times to comprehend what he had just read. Dilan grew pale and started to shake. No, please no. He handed the letter to Regalia with a shaky hand. "You are placed in a platoon in which you will be lead by my finest soldier, Shadow Zayger."
Regalia stuttered over words. "Maybe... he is part of the Nadue as well?" She knew how hard a blow the sentence struck on Dilan. "Maybe he's trying to get to you. He could have found out you were a spy." The Elven King regarded them emotionlessly.
Adveian monglge rholtn? he inquired.
Regalia translated. "What has happened?" she asked Dilan for the king.
Dilan gulped and clenched a fist. His breath skipped and he took a big breath before speaking. "Tell him about the attack and that Shadow is the head of it. Tell him that Shadow is a close friend." Dilan shook his head to try and forget the thought, but it only made his head ache. Suddenly, the room was spinning, like when he hit his head only a day or so earlier. As he felt himself burn up, Dilan put a hand to his forehead. He looked at the ceiling and saw a painting, it was of an angel with a sword and laurel crown. The boys eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell back, head first, knocking him out cold.
"Rego Mordon achg zlem mariees ducr Shadow Zayger, clauds amien," Regalia translated for the king. "ad Nadue ores zlem mariees portgh." She paused, then translated for Dilan, "We are trying to bring news of this attack to the Nadue."
((Dilan is kinda... unconscious XD))
((oh yeah, oops. Sorry, scratch the last line))
The King gestured for Regalia to approach the throne. "Eyrll Muulor," he told her.
Regalia nodded. "Yes, I did come from here. I am Regalia Quince. Ryncr." She nodded toward Dilan on the ground. "Dilan, my friend. Amloore ryth."
Dilan found himself chained by his wrists. He looked up to see stone walls all around him except for one wall made of metal bars. It was very dark, a single torch lit the room he was in. Dilan looked down at himself, his shirt was torn and he was wearing chain mail. "Where am I?" he asked. A deep voice came from his side. "In prison." It was his friend, Shadow. He was sitting in the corner with his legs and arms crossed. There was a long red mark across his face. "Is this a dream?" Dilan asked.
"Lehrian amoore rythndle," the king replied. "Agryah will show you to your rooms." He snapped his fingers, and a young elf appeared from one of the corridors. "Thank you, Agryah," the king said. "I am short on this language, but if I am correct, the proper phrase is, please show our guests to their rooms."
Regalia nodded. "Niruis. Many thanks."
Dilan tried to slip his hands out of the chains that connected him to the wall. "How'd we get in here?" Dilan asked Shadow. He was a little scared because he was in a place he didn't know. Dilan didn't mind that it was dark, in fact, Dilan loved the dark. "What? Are you saying you don't remember?" Shadow looked over to Dilan with a stern expression. It almost seemed like he was going to punch him, but Shadow refrained from that. "We were caught, that's why..." Shadow's expression changed from angry to sad.
Regalia looked down at her unconcious friend, and attempted to drag him after the elf. "Meny allhya arduro," he said, and helped her to move him out of the throne room.