@Lantaelen
Dulinneth,
Dinalogassel, &
Meressel
Azraindil's box
"Aren’t you excited?" Gaer asked, though it was already difficult to hear over the din of the eager crowd.
Excited didn't even begin to describe it! Dulinneth could hardly keep from bouncing up and down in delight as they finally began to announce the start of the event. "I can't wait!" She squealed eagerly. And it was all the more wonderful that she didn't have to stay with her mother throughout it. It was so much more fun here, with Gaer, and others close in age. "I sort of hope she does!" Dulinneth answered with a laugh, to Gaer's inquiry about Lady Azrubel. "If only just to show the men she can," She giggled. She knew how much it would irk her brother (at least, the one who was present) if that happened, and couldn't help feeling hopeful. Yet, she wouldn't be too terribly disappointed if that didn't happen. Just so long as the champion wasn't Tog, she thought. He'd be insufferably smug, if he somehow managed to win the tournament, especially after their father had made such a fuss about not wanting him to be in it. They'd spent a while arguing last night after doing the name drawing thing.
'Please, someone else win besides him...'
"I didn't even know women could be knights," Dina mentioned, wide-eyed with curiosity. "How ever did she manage to learn how to fight and everything?"
"Probably being rebellious, and extremely unladylike," Meressel tossed her curls over her shoulder as she answered her cousin. "Ooh, here they come!" She practically squealed distracted from that previous line of thought. "Aren't they handsome? Which one do you think will win?" She asked in general to those in their box, eagerly watching the contestants ride out onto the sands, in a pre-joust ritual. The first to be announced was Gaer's own brother, the heir of this whole estate. "I bet he'll win, he just
looks like a champion, doesn't he?" She sighed, watching him ride around the arena in his gleaming armor. Never mind that she couldn't actually see his face. Or that he was at least twice her age. There weren't many eligible men around who were close to the right age for her, sadly.
Rolling her eyes at her cousin, Dina refrained from pointing out the obvious. She and Meressel had greatly differing interests, and she had found that it was often best to just nod along and pretend to agree or be listening. "I've never been to a joust before," Dina remarked, though her shy voice was drowned out by the noise all around. Watching, as the knight rode on after speaking with his sister, she glanced around at the fellow occupants of the box. She sort of wanted to ask what they were doing, and why, but also didn't know if she wanted to ask. So, instead, she kept quiet and watched curiously. Honestly, she was more intrigued with the horses than the men on them. "Oh, look that mane.. isn't he pretty!" She commented, admiring the gleaming dark coat and flowing mane on the knights' steed. It even seemed to be wearing a brand new saddle!
"I
knoooooow," Meressel sighed dreamily, though her eyes were glued to the knight, not the horse.
"What was that about? What did he want?" Dulinneth asked Gaer, curious after watching Abrazimir ride away. It seemed mysterious, and she was rather intrigued. But, if it was personal or something, she wouldn't press the issue. Meanwhile, she could see her half-brother riding his way around the arena, and before long he was heading their way. She wondered what he might do when he reached them, and hoped he wouldn't be too weird toward Gaer.
Caeleb,
Iuldir, &
Tobedir
Also in the box, but a little apart from the girls
"Mother, I'll be alright," Caeleb insisted, sighing as his mother fussed and adjusted the blanket over his legs.
"You don't have to worry, ma'am, Tobedir and I will take very good care of Caeleb." Iuldir assured Lady Eglathor. Besides, there were servants all over the place, he refrained from pointing out. If there were any sort of issues, it wouldn't take much effort to find help.
"We'll be sure to watch that he doesn't get too excited, too." Toby added helpfully. "I know some about healing. My grandfather was a healer for decades." He informed her, leaving out the fact that that particular grandfather died before he was ever born, and he really knew very little about such skills, himself.
"See? You don't have to stay and watch over me, Mother." Caeleb said. "Go and enjoy yourself with the other ladies, you never get to socialize." He smiled, hopeful she might actually let him just hang out with his friends and other people around his age. "And anyway, Dina's not right here, and if I need anything she can help me."
Despite the obvious hesitance and worry in his mother's expression, Aurien finally conceded and reluctantly left her son to enjoy himself with his friends. Hoping that it wasn't a mistake.
As soon as the over-worried mother left, the boys let out a sigh of relief. "Now, we can properly enjoy the excitement. And just in time, too!" Iuldir grinned as the announcer declared the names of the two contestants. He wheeled Caeleb's chair up as close as it could get, so he could have a good view of the match, then set the locks so that it wouldn't roll when it shouldn't. Having helped make the chair, he knew exactly how to operate it, and had no trouble getting it locked into position.
The two knights were riding out and making a slow circle around the arena. "I bet Abrazimir will win, he looks a lot tougher than the other guy," Iuldir commented, then added proudly, "My grandfather made his armor, and Aunt Cali did a checkup on it, before the match. She wrote me about it. I wish I could've been there to help," He sighed regretfully. It would have been very exciting to get to talk with a real knight, and even work on his armor. Maybe someday...
"Maybe you can come help Cali, at her job?" Toby suggested, hopeful. That would mean Iuldir would come live in Minas Tirith, and he'd have a friend nearby! Although, it wouldn't be so great for Caeleb, he realized. He wasn't sure if Caeleb had any other friends at all, and Iuldir was able to come visit him quite often.
"She has mentioned that she'd like to have me come eventually," Iuldir replied. "I could work as an apprentice for her. But that's more like.. later on. When she's got our family's forge back and everything." Iuldir shrugged. "Anyway, I have to stick around for now, and help mother take care of Rissy."
Nodding, Toby didn't press the issue, knowing that was important to his friend. And he definitely wouldn't dream of suggesting that Iuldir should leave Rissy without her big brother to take care of her while their mother was working. Feeling really happy about Trev's return, he glanced around, searching the crowd below for his own big brother...
Trevadir
Mingling in the crowd
With the joust going on, there was really nothing to do out at the hunting grounds. Grandfather had insisted that he needed no help, yet he also would not leave his precious birds. They needed someone to watch over them, keep them calm, and also ensure that nothing disturbed them. But he had no problem with Tobedir and Trevadir going to watch the tournament, knowing how exciting such a thing would be for the young men. He'd seen plenty in his lifetime, and was perfectly fine with not attending another, so that they could watch.
Trevadir, for his part, was somewhat curious what all the hype was about. He'd never seen one of these tournaments, although he'd heard plenty of talk about them. His uncle, their mother's brother, had been a swan knight, although he really didn't remember his uncle Olthion all that well. He had perished, at the hands of pirates, many years ago. He had heard the tale from two sides now, and still didn't know exactly what to believe. Whatever the case, he wasn't sure if Toby knew the identity of the particular pirate responsible, but if he didn't, Trev felt it might be best to keep it that way. He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against a pole that made up part of the stands.
While Toby had joined his best friend Iuldir, and a mutual friend, to watch the matches together, Trev left him to enjoy the company of his friends. Instead, he went off to watch by himself, mingling with all the other folks without any sort of rank or social standing. 'Commoners'. He felt it might be best, so not to stand out as much. He couldn't deny feeling rather nervous, just being here. He recognized Abrazimir Dimaethor from his five long, unpleasant years board Dev's ship. A frequent enemy to pirates, Abrazimir. The man certainly did not like pirates... there was no question about that. Trev couldn't really fault him for it... he didn't either. Still, he was a bit nervous about whether the fearsome knight would recognize him and remember where he had seen him.
Pushing his
straw hat down on his head, Trev shifted to lean his shoulder against the pole, and tried to relax. He'd stowed his flute in an inner pocket stitched into his vest, like he had worn at the midsummer festival. With so many people around, he didn't feel comfortable leaving it out in open view, where it might catch the eye of a thief. That was definitely not something he would ever want to lose. Watching the knights and their horses ride by, he wondered who the victor of this match would be.
Toggornir Talven
In the Arena, competing against Abrazimir Dimaethor
The moment had come at last. Toggornir's heart was racing as he swung up into the saddle. Togg took a moment to draw in a deep breath as he listened to the crowd out there, waiting for the first match. He'd been waiting for this moment for many years. His father never would let him compete, always saying he wasn't ready. Just because those stupid stepbrothers always beat him in practices, did not mean he couldn't face off against others in a tournament. And they were gone now. Both of them. And Father didn't know how much he had improved his skills since Anurion's departure. Togg felt sure he was ready for this. So, he had taken matters into his own hands.
While he still couldn't explain how the sign-up sheet had ended up being sent before he finished filling it out, Toggornir had managed to salvage matters, yesterday. The drawing of names last evening had been.. tense, to say the least. When they drew Toggornir's name, Torthon had been rather surprised, but managed to remain composed, and didn't even utter a protest about it. Yet, upon hearing whom his son would be matched against, Togg could tell by his father's expression he very displeased, even if no one else noticed. Yet Torthon had waited until they had bid their hosts a good night, and were safely in the guest chambers, before confronting him.
"I told you 'no', Toggornir," Torthon whirled on him as soon as the door had shut behind father and son. "And you go behind my back anyway? And not only that, you didn't even give me a warning? I had to find out in front of everyone that you'd signed yourself up against my orders? Why would you do that?"
"You never let me compete!" Togg protested. "I'm twenty years old, Father, I can do this. Why won't you let me?"
"You aren't ready for a tournament! You couldn't even defeat-"
"That was years ago, Father." Togg cut him off, angry, and unwilling to hear that hated name spoken aloud. "I'm older now than I was then, and better. I can do this. Let me at least try."
Torthon scowled and the two glared at each other for a long moment. "Looks like I have no choice, now." He answered finally. "I just hope you don't embarrass me, and yourself, tomorrow."
"I won't show up drunk, if that's what you mean." Togg retorted. "As for the match, I'll try my best to win. I.. didn't expect to be up against him, but.. I'm not going to back down."
"You don't have much of a chance at winning, you know." Torthon sighed. "Fine. What else have you signed up for? So I won't be surprised, when they announce it."
"The archery contest." Togg admitted.
"Well, you are at least fairly good at that," Torthon sighed, nodding. "Well, you'd better get some sleep then. We've got a lot to prepare for, tomorrow."
The argument last night with his father had left him a bit frustrated, but Toggornir was trying to push that from his mind. His armor had been polished to a mirror-like-shine. The horse was his own, which had traveled with them from home. Just as Dulinneth had brought along her horse, he had sneaked his along. Or, well, Maerdor had. Since Torthon had anticipated having Togg squire for him, he had not brought anyone else along to serve in that capacity. Togg was on his own, which was something he had overlooked. Oops. Holding his helmet in one arm, he inched his horse closer, until he could grab his lance from where he had it leaned against the nearby fence. Ha, no squire needed, he thought smugly. Then it was time to ride out and greet the audience. He could hear the announcer calling out the names of the contestants, and his heart leapt with nervousness. The first name announced, obviously, was that of the host's own son. Abrazimir Dimaethor. The crowd seemed to be cheering greatly for him. Would they cheer for him too?
Both he, and his horse wore the colors of the Talven household, green and maroon, rather than the Taurehebor colors, pine green, and brown. He held his head high as he emerged into the arena, acting not the least bit nervous or worried about this match. He tried not to let his father's words get to him.
'You don't have much chance at winning, you know.' Togg knew that his father just wanted to make sure their family was well represented, but he wished he would've at least refrained from that particular comment.
As he rode around the arena, he couldn't help noticing most of the ladies seemed more interested in his opponent than him. Well, while it was disappointing, it wasn't too surprising, since his father had never let him become known in any tournaments before. But maybe today would change things. There was one young lady, however, that knew of him. And he hoped that maybe she would be kind enough to offer him a favor. Since his stepbrother was out of the picture, he couldn't help entertaining some hopes, at least. Togg slowed his horse as he neared the box, where Azrain and her group of young ladies were gathered to witness the show. Ignoring his little sister sitting nearby, he focused his gaze on the young Lady Dimaethor. "My lady," He smiled at her and bowed slightly (as well as he could, from atop a horse in full armor).. "Would you consider allowing me the honor of carrying a token into battle?" Perhaps a bit audacious, considering it was her own brother he was competing against, but.. maybe she would take pity on him...