MorellSunweaver

Daren looked nervously into the king's eyes. They were cold and he felt sweat trailing down his temples. His throat was dry. "What is your decision, my l-lord?" he managed to choke out. The blond-haired elf continued to keep the cool indifference in his expression. In fact, he couldn't remember seeing the ruler of Mirkwood blink at all. The elf sat on his throne regally as if posing for a portrait. His face was a mask of stone, not capable of showing anything but discouragement and discontent. "His Highness will reflect on your proposal," he was answered by a calm voice. Daren blinked in surprise. He had forgotten about the presence of roy