Originally Posted by
Lucius Malfoy
Elsewhere in the city, a few servants had surrounded one of the nobles that would appear in the parade. They lifted up pieces of armor, attaching it to his person. The Lord of Lamedon stood before a body sized mirror, examining his person as the armor was attached him. Somewhere behind him though was his brother, Caramir. Cúnamir looks up in order to look back at his brother.
Quite the expense. I hear the Steward wasn't all too happy with it though.
Caramir nods his head. While the Lord of Lamedon had been out at their family estate the past few weeks, Caramir had been in the city, taking in the news.
Echtelion is more weary these days... I suspect he is working harder than any other of his predecessors who worked alongside more active High Kings.
Cúnamir shot him a glare causing his brother to fall silent. Fact or not, wasn't wise to poke fun at the King whose demeanor continued to slip further towards madness and greater heights of depression. Though the sun shined above Minas Tirith, everyone seemed to feel a dark cloud growing over the capital and the whole kingdom itself. Wasn't good for anyone's humor.
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A blare of trumpets sounded as Cúnamir Mirionionath, son of Ostomir and Lord of Lamedon, joined in the gathering of soldiers and nobles from across Gondor. Upon his horse, he paused to look around, trying see the banners of his in-laws, the Halborons. Probably just somewhere beyond the gates. Caramir noticed his brothers gaze before patting him on the shoulder, his head nodding towards the nobles just not too far from where they stood with their guard of heavy infantry.
I will keep an eye out for our good sister and her family, brother. You go do what you do best.
The Lord of Lamedon nods, clicking his teeth as his steed moved forward, leading the infantry guard to join the parade. He reaches under one of his plates to scratch his arm, an irritation that had started since putting this armor on. Cúnamir, knowing his etiquette, approached the Princes of Ithilien and Dol Amroth. He bows his head slightly to both Minastir and Ecthelion. Thankfully Minastir had already asked about the High King, no need to ask about that all.
Lord Steward, Prince Minastir, the sun shines bright. A good sign for all certainly. I even see the smallfolk are smiling and cheering.
Caramir had given a more grim picture prior to his arrival. Seemed the celebration had done what it was intended to do.
How fare you both these days? I haven't seen either of you for almost a month now. Forgive me, affairs at Lamedon needed my attention.
Damnable Angbor, they were still finding errors and faults left behind by him many decades later.