[h1][center]Aemon al Caar al Thorin[/center][/h1] 

The newly crowned King of Manetheren strode through his halls imperiously, his brown eyes filled with purpose as they often were. A crown sat atop his kingly mane of Golden hair, matching his equally powerful beard. Red cape swaying behind him, he marched toward the center courtyard of his palace, still halls away from reaching his destination. He knew the top duelists of the Kingdom would be practicing, and he felt he needed to join them.

"Olorin!" he cried, his voice echoing down the hall when he saw his military advisor. The man Olorin snapped to, standing erect and ready to be addressed. King Aemon smiled and gave him a wave of his hand, letting him be at ease and inviting him to walk with him. "What is it sire?" Olorin asked. 

"Are the troops assembled?" 
"Yes, and our last battle brought us over five hundred and sixty eight more casualties, but if we keep them far north of us and use the land to our advantage, that should not increase." Olorin said. He was a good man, nearing his mid thirties with short cropped sandy hair and a lithe form. He was a fine strategist though. Often he and Aemon would discuss tactics for hours when the King had time and it suited his interest. And it suited his interests very much so as of late. 

"Indeed," Aemon said, pondering. They passed the next curve of the hall, a large painting of his new wife Ellisande was hanging upon the wall, just next to a Heron marked blade from one of Aemon's ancestors. "Are the troops supplied? Halberds are what we need. And powerful longbows."

"They're being outfitted now, and a thousand more Halberds and Longbows are in production from what Alistar has told me," Olorin replied. 
"Make it three thousand," he said, knowing they needed all of the weapons they could get. The Trolloc Horde was not unstoppable, but blood and ashes, did they have the numbers. Suddenly, a thought hit him. "Where is my wife?" 

"I do not know sire." Olorin said, confused at the question. "Perhaps she could be near the-" King Aemon interrupted with an upraised hand. "Stables. That is all Olorin, make sure you speak to Alistar about that equipment." With that, the King's next destination was the Stables. He did not know if she was there, but it was one of her favorite spots. His as well, if he had to be honest with himself.