Throne Room

[Morhin]

The throne room of Rhun. Come swear your loyalty to the Ruler of Rhun, ask for aliances, or just to chat.







Grand Warmaster Rawhide in filling in untill a Ruler can be found.

[Cirdan the Shipwright]

A young elf dressed in robes of blue and white and bearing the arms of Lindon entered the Throne room. Behind him seeveral other similarly dressed elves came bearing casakets filled with wonderful gifts of gold, jewels and pearls. "My master, Cirdan the Shipwright, sends greeting to his majesty King Rawtide of Rhun. Cirdan wishes to extend the arm of friendship to the Eastern Lands hoping that where once there was darkness there can now be light. My Lord also requests that we are able to resume trade with our lost bretherin who dwell in your lands. We also wish to give these gifts to the Great Temple of Araw, whom we call Orome, in your lands for he who serves the powers is blessed indeed."

[Morhin]

Rawhide answered the messenger in Elven, "You mistake me for the king. I am not. I am Grand Warmaster, Commander of all of Rhun's military. But I am acting as ruler for the moment, but I hate the title 'King'." Rawhide smiled to himself. He had surprised the Elves by speaking their language, for he knew it well. It was his home tounge, many years ago. "But," Rawhide went on again in Elven, "I do not know of yet that I can acept your alience. For such an alience would be frowned apond by others. But I will grant free leave of Rhun to your people. They may traval to and from Rhun with fear of being harmed. You have my word on that. If we descide that an alience is not in our best intrest, your people will be given the option of leaving, peacably. I will harm no elf without cause in my land."

[Cirdan the Shipwright]

The messanger certainly looked started by the Rawhide's knowledge of his tounge but after a frew moments he managed to gather his wits about him and answered. "That is fine but know that if you ever wish to accept you are welcome to. Me and my conpanions will first take our offerings to the Temple and then travel to Cuivienen and contact our bretherin there." The messanger then bowed and left the building.

[Morhin]

Rawhide motioned for a captain forward. "You will watch these elves as they move through Rhun. They are not to be harmed. Let them conduct there business. But," He added coldly, "If they attack any of our people, you will capture them and bring them to me." The captain put his right hand aginst his left shoulder and bowed. "I hear and obay, Warmaster." Without another word, the captain left the throne room and hurried to do his lord's will.

Anoied with talking to Rhun's lords about taxes and their ideas on how the country should be run, Rawhide walked over to the widow and lit his pipe. He looked out over the capital of Rhun and thought of Morwen, his Queen. It had been almost five years since she left him in charge of Rhun. He had begged her to return and she had reluctanlty agreed. But she never came back. The Tatteyen had brought back a body they claimed to be Morwen's, and demained that he hand over the throne to them. Rawhide didn't want the throne, but he would die before he allowed those murders to have it. Now, it seemed as if Rhun might be headed towards a civile war. Another arguement had broken out among the lords. Rawhide had had enough. "That is enough!" He yelled over the noise of their bickering. They instantly grew quite. "Leave, All of you. We will continue this discusion tomarrow." He added, remembering that he had to at least act polight to these fools. The guards steped forward, forstalling any arguement about being forced to leave. When the throne room was empty, Rawhide sat down in a simple chair below the throne. He refused to sit in the Queen's chair, that was not his place. Taking another puff of his pipe, Rawhide agained wished that his Queen would return.

[Morwen]

Many years had past, but Morwen had regianed her memory and retaken her Throne. Many lives had been lost in the process but now once more Rhun was led by its rightful leader; the rightful leader being the one who won the fight for the Crown.
The Throne Room that was originaly of plain stone, the cedern pillars scraped smooth, only decorated with the Rhunish flag and the flags of the conquered enemies of Rhun was gone. That room had been redocrated in that manner by a previouse ruler to draw the eye to the ruler and emphasies thier power. But Morwen wished to remind any visitor of the glory and power of Rhun, ot just of its ruler; and so had restored the room to its former glory.

The cedern pillers, hewn from the forest above the Sea of Rhun are richly carved and inlaid with copper mined from the Ered Luithi or Mountains of Ash. The once plain walls are vividly painted depicting scenes from Rhun's past. The Wainriders vanquishing thier enemies, the armies of Rhun allied with the other Easterlings conqureing the Northan peoples. The Valar Orome or Araw as he is called in these lands walking beside the Sea of Rhun, his faithful Kine lowering behind him; his hands outstreatched in blessing over the Rhunish people. More recently Queen Morwen vanquishing the terrorist group the Tatteyen; all the great histories of Rhun are depicted richly on these walls. From the ceiling still hang the flags of the conquered enemies, and still the flag of Rhun hangs behind the Throne.

This ceder chair inlaid with mithril and gold, brought dearly from the dwarves in ages past. Here sits the Queen of Rhun; Morwen the Destroyer. Here she listens to the concerns of her people and the messages of forighn rulers. To her left is a simple chair with copper decoration in whitch; when he is there, sits the Grand Warmaster of Rhun. To her right is a table upon whitch there is Dorwinion Wine; the most potent in Middle Earth and sweet houney cakes to entertain guests. A woman of the Hyarmali stands beside this table; a personal confidant and guard of the Queen. At the doors stands two Rhuzons, escorts and palace guards. The Elite in thier feild.

So come; tell Morwen why you are here. She may judge favourably or not depending on how well you plead your case.