http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx36/XxDIPx3xX/Ezekial.jpg Ezekial The Lithkelu Clan Prince "The Lithkelu Clan and the Amonduin Clan have been in a great war for centuries upon centuries, will giving the Amonduin princess to the Lithkelu's save both their clans and unite the Elven forest?" Ezekial paced back and forth in his bed chambers. He was waiting on the arrival of the Amonduin Princess. He didn't want the war to end by any means, he wanted to win this war for Lithkelu, but of course his father made the decisions still, and he had to wait until his father had retired or passed on before he could claim the throne as his. He licked his pale lips and heard a knock upon his chamber door. He turned his Bluish gray eyes to the door and wondered who it could be. He called out in his stern yet melodic voice. "Come in, and do not waste my time." He told the mysterious person behind his door, and soon the large wooden door creaked open and his father stepped in. His father was King Filvendor, the somewhat cruel leader of Lithkelu. Although he was harsh at times, and could be cruel, he was a gentle giant of an elf and tried to make his subjects have the best in life. Though, his son was far different. Ezekial loved to fight, and was stubborn and hard headed. He wanted what was best for his people, but he almost always put himself first. He was cruel and harsh and tried everything in his power to make others bow down to him. He abused his power quite frequently, and his father hated it. But the king would soon be gone, and Ezekial would step into his place as king, and he would rule Lithkelu. "Ezekial, the princess is on her way. Please treat her nicely, she has come not of her own will, and is meant to bring peace to the two clans of the Elven Forest. I want this war to end, even if you may not. When I am gone, and you are in my place, I want peace, and prosperity, not war, and hardship." He spoke to his son in a soft, but stern tone. Ezekial knew that his father wanted peace, the war had brought to much bloodshed to the once peaceful forest, and it needed to be stopped. Ezekial sighed and nodded his head. He hoped at least that the princess was as beautiful as they had said, and that she was a kind woman. He didn't need someone as stubborn as he was ruling with him. Trumpets sounded in the distance, Ezekial gazed out the large window in his chambers and watched as a gold horse drawn carriage came up the large walk way that led to the front of the castle. His soon to be bride, would be in the carriage; waiting for him.