In the King's Hall! [Caranthiel]
Caranthiel moved along the the passages which twisted, crossed, and echoed even under the soft boots of the elf. These were no goblin tunnels like that of Goblin Town or found in the Misty Mountains. These were smaller, less deep underground, and filled with cleaner air and filled with soft music drifting toward the Warden as she made for her King's own hall. Here and there the corridors were lit by red torch-light which made shadows dance upon the walls. Even in the darkness between these brands, Caranthiel's sharp elfin eyes saw better than some in the light of day. One shadow in particular caught her/ his eye... what appeared to be a queer dragon riding the air upon dark wings. She/ he dismissed it entirely and hurried onward.
Caranthiel had read about the Battle of Five Armies and knew what may have been certain disaster turned into complete victory because the free-folk had done the unthinkable... they had set aside petty arguments and base prejudice to work for a common cause. Even now the realms of man, elf, and dwarf were at peace. Trade flowed between them and coin was filling the coffers of all. Yet, was this enough? Had their eyes, now blinded by the glint of gold, stop seeing the threats of long ago... that they were still here today. That Mirkwood remained dark and unsafe was known even to Thranduil. Had he not stopped patrols south of the forest road because those that went past this place failed to return more oft than not? Did not the Beornings speak of goblins and orcs that were once again making travel west difficult?
As Caranthiel finally made the King's Hall, with it's many pillars of hewn stone and dancing elfin lights, she saw her king sitting upon a grand throne of intricately carved wood. And what a figure he was! Gold and jewels of cunning work adorned his fingers and spider-silk clothing covered his lithe body. The musicians played soothing music upon harp, flute, and lute. The torches burned bright and elf-lights flitted about the cavernous room. The king sat with his eyes closed and with a slight smile upon his lips. Yet, for all the light and soothing sounds, at the edge of even this most beautiful place shadows too danced and cavorted like living things.
"You seem... uneasy Caranthiel." said Ammornil, the king's Herald. "Shall I announce you or will you wait to the song's end perchance?"