"Power is a curious thing my Lord, expecially under....our host." Everytime the two elves took a step trough the shining hall a tap was heard along Lindir's soft mutter. The elven Lord himself kept his gaze on the vast art that had been carefully and elegantly painted empor to the golden dome. His body was tense, but not because of the peace alligations he was here to make. Next to Elrond his right hand had realized there was no chance to ease the tension and that made Lindir more anxious. Being seated at the table of King Richard was the greatest displeasure Elrond ever had. Altough he was treated like his rightful position demanded as the high king of noldor, a title he had accepted for his people's own protection after further peace alligations in middle earth had turned out very negatively for him, still Elrond just wanted to go back to Imladris. The heavy wood doors opened and Richard's daughter was lead inside. The Princess Elrond had been forced to meet. To his demise Richard had refused to seal their peace if it was not sealed by a marriage. Something that went strongly against everything the elven lord stood for, yet he reculantly agreed to atleast meet the Princess. He needed that alliance with the stupid mortal king.