The Elven Age: Book 1 Joining

Chapter 2-Erinor the Prince

He was lying on his bed; his soft silk covers were half on the ground, half on the bed. The sun pierced through the windows and unto him. He must have forgotten to close them last night. He crawled out of bed and walked over to the massive glass doors leading to the balcony. The magnificent city of Lorinos was quiet overall. The sun was beginning to rise and just the tip of it could be seen over the ocean level. The white and gold buildings were easily visible from where he was standing. The architecture of the high elves was more magnificent than anything he had seen, which sadly, wasn’t much.

 Some elves were up and about, while most were still asleep. From his balcony he could see the elves scurry around.

 Like ants, he thought to himself.

 He shoved on a pair of cotton pants, a loose white silk shirt, and a pair or brown leather boots. He knew his father; the king would be up already.

 He went in his bathroom and took out one of the wooden brushes, his hair was already brushed, but he knew his father would make a crude remark about it nevertheless. He looked in the mirror and began brushing, his long brown hair reached about halfway down his back. His hazel eyes had bangs underneath them; he couldn’t remember what had happened last night, which generally wasn’t a good sign. He remembered there being ale but aside from that, his memory was blank.

 He walked down the spiral staircases and long corridors until he finally reached the kitchen. Crocus was cutting up fruit on his cutting board. Crocus looked like most high elves, brown hair and hazel eyes. Except for the fact that he used to be a soldier, which made him have many scars on his face.

 He looked up, “Why good morning my prince, can I offer you anything?”

 “No thank you Crocus, I was just on my way to see my father”

 “Be careful prince he is in a meeting with other lords. I hear it’s about invaders”

 “Invaders you say”, this made him more curious than ever. If his father was having a meeting then why wasn’t he invited?

 “Yes my prince”

 “Thank you Crocus”

 “My pleasure prince Erinor”

 He picked up an apple and headed out. He made it to his fathers throne room. The massive golden doors with adorned jewelry stood in front of him. The figure of two dragons intertwined were encrusted, when the door opened it seprated the dragons. He pushed the doors open to reveal the throne room. It was a large room with columns on either side and at the end laid the golden throne with a bright red cusion. The room was completely empty. He walked up to the throne and sat on it. He swung sideways so that he was lying down, laying his head on the armrest. He bit into the apple and sat back. 

The grand doors opened once more and his father entered with his generals and counsulars. He was garbed in the best golden silk from around the kingdom. He usually wore things of the highest quality, but he was king after all so it was expected. His perfectly straight brown hair fell down to his waist. He had sharp angular features, like most elves and pointed ears. He had the same bright golden eyes as Erinor, the same color as his robes. His eyes stopped onto Erinor who was in the throne room.

"May I ask what you are doing on my throne?" the king tried to act highly in front of his consulars and generals, he hated being embarassed, much less by his own family.

"I heard you were holding a meeting with your closest advisors. I was curious as to how my invitation got lost."

"It hadn't got lost, you weren't invited"

Erinor knew he wasn't invited. But he figured he would make his father pay by having him embarassed in fornt of his men.

"Well i'm here now so we can continue the meeting"

"I'm not sure you heard me, you are not invited"

"Oh i heard you, i'm just giving you the chance to invite me now so i don't make an even bigger fool of you now"

"This is a meeting of upmost imprtance and i wouldn't want a child like you getting in my way"

Erinor was now more curios than ever. His father was very keen on not allowing him in the meeting, meaning it must be very important.

"My king we are in a hurry are we not", sadi one of the consulars.

She was a female, quite attractive really, of course all female high elves looked more or less the same, which bothered Erinor. They all had brown hair, brown eyes, and same features. But she was different, perhaps it was her braided hair, or her gorgeous body, he couldnt tell, but she was different. Her body was also very toned, maybe a soldier also. Erinor gave her one of his signature winks, he made it noticeable to embarass the king even more. She looked away in embarassment, but she would come around sooner or later, they always do. Erinor turned his attantion to his father who was now red with rage. It was working. 

He took the girl's hand, "And what might your name be?"

This was the last straw, "Guards, take my soon back to his quarters and lock him up in his room, I dont want to see his face until the dinner tonight"

The guards grabbed Erinor by his arms and dragged him to his room. He did it on purpose to kick and scream and make a big deal about it, but in reality he knew his father would do this, but sadly for the guards, Erinor had numerous passages to escape his room from. And if the king thought he could keep Erinor locked up in his room, he was sadly mistaken.