JOSHUA

His attention was drawn from the window by the approaching of the cloaked form, and although covered from head to the top of her doeskin boots, the Elven cloak could not hide the fluid and graceful movements of the feminine form it covered as she came towards him. Despite her apparent desire for discretion, he noted the slight bow of her head, a discrete display of greeting in way of respect, something lost among humans and probably would of led to a lot less conflicts between their own kind had they even a tenth of civility as the Elves. 

Though her voice was hushed for only him to hear, it seemed as if a symphony, the inflection of tone and variance of pitch so common in the Elven language and that also made it to difficult for none Elven races to master was like music to his ears, as welcoming as the morning song of the birds in greeting of dawn. As she spoke her melodious words, he was reminded of how intuitive the Elven were and her acknowledgement of what he was without saying so in direct fashion caused him to smile. As she continued to speak, he took in a wisp of her scent, the scent of the White Barks upon her flawless skin caused within him an instant and deep longing to see those ancient woods once more. He could also sense her pureness of both heart and spirit but which also held a disciplined control of anger and a measured degree of hatred for the dark one. 

Her scent combined with the knowledge of what he was, told him what she was almost instantly, a Maiden of the Woad. He was taken slightly of guard by the fact, he had known Woad before, had even fought along side them to protect the White Kingdom, but that had been centuries upon centuries ago, but still, his memory was good enough to remember he had never encountered a Woad as young as she before, a Woad Warden was well into their mid hundreds and endured a near endless series of tests and trials before earning the right to go about on their own.

He was about to respond when one of the other Servant girls stopped to make inquiry of either of in need of drink, he raised his mug in response and then drank from it as the girl and Arlese exchanged words, he had to bite back a snicker as the Elven Maiden struggled ever so slightly with human speech, if she only knew how humans, at best, butchered putting to Elven words together, let alone full sentences. 
As the Servant girl excused herself and made her way to the kitchen, he called out to her, "I believe M'Lady would care for some pear juice, in fact make it two, if you would be so kind, Thank you", He turned back to Arlese then matched her bow of the head with his own," My pardon M'Lady, if I spoke too boldly on your behalf", he took a quick glance about to be sure no one was in earshot of his words before matching her hushed tones with his own, 

[i]"Cormamin lindua ele lle, Arwen en amin. Oio naa elealla alasse', ele-Tel'Quessir ero au', Nae saian luume', Amin estela ta nauva anlema n'ala lye kirma rimbor.

Ar' Amin weera yassen lle, var-lye ai'Oline, nan' ten' sii', Tula, vasa ar´ yulna en i' mereth...Uuma ma' ten' rashwe sii', ta tuluva a' lye rato faarea... Amin'm Joshua".[/i]

[hider=Translation]"My heart sings to see thee, My Lady, ever is thy sight a joy to see Elven once again.It has been too long and I hope it will be a long journey to come before we part paths.

I agree with you to protect our little secrecy, but for now come, eat and drink of the feast, do not look for trouble now, it will come to us soon enough...I am Joshua".[/i][/hider]

Just then trumpets blared loudly pronouncing the coming of the King and they watched as in typical overly ornate and gallant fashion the King entered the hall full of guests.