Before Morwenna could receive an answer, the doors to the council chamber were thrust open, and several elves that were not as well known to any of them exited. More than likely representatives of the other families. None really paid too much attention to those who were waiting, it was obvious that all of them had looks of concern and deep thought on their faces as they moved on from the council chamber to whatever awaited them.<br/><br/>Naramis, the Queen's Brother and Chief Steward and Councilor motioned them in. Before any salutations could be given to him however, he had shut the door behind them, and he was on the outside. The council chamber reflected the simple life and style of the king and queen. Solid wood table, with matching chairs, yet not ostentatious. There was a simple pattern of leaves and trees carved into it. The walls were bare save for a couple of tapestries depicting forest scenes. There were no gaudy service sets, no gold or silver inlaid trinkets or items, and nothing in the room that would take away from those that met the king and queen. It was a simple, tastefully decorated room that had a purpose to it.<br/><br/>It was them, and only the Queen in this meeting. No others, which seemed odd and yet interesting at the same time. It was obvious that the Queen had something to discuss with only them, as she had the room vacated.<br/><br/>The Queen stood, and bade for them to sit.<br/><br/>Welcome. Please have a seat. I wish this meeting were happening in better times, but there comes a time when action must be had, and a time for some frank discussions. Now is that time. Please, make yourself comfortable she said. She wasn't appearing distant and cold because that was who she was, she was doing it because of the times they were in. Her granddaughters, and Morwenna knew this wasn't really her way of doing things, and the circumstances she was in, were changing a few things.<br/><br/>I want to thank all of you for coming, and for your support. It means more than I can express. How is everyone holding up? she asked, a bit of warmth returning to her features as she spoke.