For Pharazôn son of Gimilkhâd had become a man yet more restless and eager for wealth and power than his father. He had fared often abroad, as a leader in the wars that the Númenóreans made then in the coastlands of Middle-earth, seeking to extend their dominion over Men; and thus he had won great renown as a captain both by land and by sea.
In the days of their youth together Amandil had been dear to Pharazôn ...
Gil-galad closed the door to his bedchamber behind him and stretched wearily. He normally enjoyed dancing and music, but the presence of these shadowed Numenoreans meant he had to watch everything like a hawk in case it started going awry. He caught himself yawning and shook himself. Obviously it was high time to go to bed. A few minutes later he was in bed and the lights out. He fell asleep almost immediately.
He woke when he heard the closet door creak and stealthy footsteps along the floor towards him. He yelled "intruder!", and grabbed his dagger from under the pillow. He knocked the lantern and cover onto the floor with his other hand as he tried to grab it, but the cover didn't come off and the lamp skittered away across the floor. In the center of the room, he could dimly see a figure standing.
Gil-galad lunged towards the intruder, knocking them down and landing on top of them. He grabbed their throat and pressed his dagger against it. The intruder squeaked slightly and went rigid with fear. Gil-galad realized abruptly that his would-be assassin was female and wasn't wearing very much.
Two guards slammed the door open as they rushed into the room, weapons drawn and ready. By the light Gil-galad saw that the woman was Azare. She appeared to have neither clothing nor weapons. The guards stopped too, and stared for a moment before grabbing her arms. Gil-galad put his dagger away and stood up, looking down at their prisoner.
"My King, what is going on?" Ornendil asked.
"I don't entirely know," said Gil-galad. He looked back down at Azare. "But I think I can guess." Just to be sure, he asked "What did you think you were doing, sneaking into my bedchamber without any clothes on?"
"I think you're beautiful and I wanted to spend time alone with you," she said. "Why don't you send these guards away?"
"Remove her," Gil-galad said, grabbing a robe and wrapping it around himself. He was so glad he had been wearing a sleeping tunic...
One of the guards pulled her to a standing position by one arm while the other covered her with his cloak.
"No, wait," said Gil-galad. "How did you get in here undetected?"
"I was just trying to get your attention," said Azare. "I'm not an assassin."
"I realize that," said Gil-galad. "I'm still not interested. I also want to know how you got in here."
"I walked," said Azare. "I don't see why you're so upset."
"Obviously. When did you come in here, and did you run into any guards?"
"I came in when the dancing was still going, before you came back. I didn't see any guards close to here. I saw some earlier, but they didn't seem worried about me." She sniffled. "I can't believe you're doing this."
"Narglin, take her back to the Numenorean quarters and make certain sure she stays there. Tomorrow morning I need to speak with Lord Niluadun as soon as possible. Ornendil, stay here."
Narglin left, taking the now crying Azare with him.
Gil-galad sat down heavily on the bed and put his head in his hands.
"I don't believe that, that shameless hussy!" said Ornendil. "It is an outrage."
"Hussy is too mild a word," Gil-galad said. "The one you want is harlot."
When Ornendil looked at him in surprise, Gil-galad said "You've obviously never heard Aldarion after his horse trod on his foot. His language was as bad as that parrot's." They sat in silence for a few moments. "You can go back to guarding the door, Ornendil. There cannot be more than one naked woman hiding in my closet in one night. Although I think I may check just to be completely certain."
"Allow me," said Ornendil as he got up and rummaged through the walk-in closet. "No, no human women, naked or otherwise, and no assassins either. On the other hand, she did leave these" he held up a red and turquoise gown and some lacy undergarments.
"I'll have to have those returned to her tomorrow," said Gil-galad. "I certainly haven't any use for them."
Amandil startled awake at the noise in the corridor. On the bunk below, Pharazon also stirred "What in the black void is that?" he muttered.
"I don't know," said Amandil, "but I'm going to go find out." He moved to the door and stuck his head out. In the corridor were Lord Niluadun, Captain Gimlihazid, Azare and two elves in the livery of the Royal Guard. Azare was wearing a duty cloak that seemed to belong to one of the elves, and that elf was holding her tightly by the arm. Amandil couldn't hear what they were saying, but he saw the elf let go of Azare's arm and push her in the direction of Gimlihazid before turning and walking away. Lord Niluadun turned around and saw heads peering blearily out of various rooms. "Go back to sleep, the lot of you," he ordered.
Amandil duly pulled his head back in and closed the door. "What's going on?" Pharazon asked.
"I don't know for sure," Amandil answered, "but it looks like Azare has thoroughly disgraced herself this time."
"What a surprise," Pharazon said. "Dare I ask how?"
"Some of the High King's guards brought her back. She was wearing one of their cloaks and didn't appear to have much else on. They more or less dumped her into Gimlihazid's arms."
"Poor Azare," he said, smirking.
<"She has only herself to blame. I wonder what happened, and what effect it will have on the delegation. Weren't you supposed to be keeping her occupied?""Only during the dancing. I can hardly keep her occupied at night when she's supposed to be with the Captain, now, can I? Where would I put her in here?"
"Never mind," said Amandil, grimacing. "I suppose we'll find out more in the morning."
A/N: Death is too mundane for Mary Sues. Humiliation and utter failure is much more satisfying.
