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IC time is: Morning
IC date is: 5 Rhiw <Winter>
Moon phase: Last Quarter <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 16 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3040>
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RL time: Fri May 04 04:36:24 2007
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Theatre
A fine wooden archway teeming with thriving flowering-vines graces the entryway to the Theatre, and the carpet of this place is wrought of soft blades of grass. All about are tall, well-manicured hedges, higher than the heads of elves, unending but where they meet the bole of a mallorn-tree. Opposite the archway rests the stage, and various lamps of golden light are set upon it and about it to provide better light to any performance that might take place there.

Above, the boughs of grand mallorn trees seem to intertwine to form a canopy overhead, but one that still allows sunlight, moonlight, and starlight to glimmer through. Heavy marble benches of the purest white are set in straight, neat rows, beginning near the stage and stretching almost to the back of the theatre. There, instead of benches, a few round tables of the same white marble are scattered, and three wooden chairs are set at each.

Participants:
Galharth
Anguar
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The morning light peers through the golden canopy above, creating an illusion of a world cast in gold. In the theater, like no other place within the city, this effect seems almost trifold. A soft breeze blows, bringing a hint of coolness from the world outside the protected elven land. It is a beautiful day by all measurements such as by sight, scent, and sound.

On this morning, a figure enters the theater and pauses. "Hello?" Galharth calls out. "Anyone around?"

Stepping from one of the scarce, scattered shadows, Anguar peers at the man senseing a familiarity about him. "Hello there," he calls brightly.

Turning towards the sound of a voice, the clothier nods his head in greeting. "Well met, friend," he says warmly. "I search for the Lady's Companion Mia, have you seen her?"

Anguar says, "alas my friend I have not seen her," Anguar slowly walks toward Galharth, listening to the hollow echo of his steps."

Frowning, the clothier looks down, "She can be most difficult at times," he mutters. Looking up, Galharth glances around for a moment, before resting his gaze upon Anguar. "What brings you to the theater this day? I've not heard of a performance scheduled."

Flicking his hair from his eyes, anguar shifts his weight and meets Galarths gaze "I was simply walking through to the courtyard and felt like a nice little rest...isn't this just the place to stop and think"

A smile flashes over the Clothier's lips, and he nods. "You're right, it is." Glancing around, Galharth takes a deep breath, and releases it slowly. "I admit, I hold a great amount of respect for the Bards of Lorien. Voices as honey, and creativity that can rival that of the Crafters. I should be ashamed that I do not visit here too often."

Anguar's eyes shone bright with intrigue, "Ah yes but there is also many a sin hidden beneath the honeyed words you'll find with some. But much and more of the ballards are sweet with real tastes" a sly smile crept from the corner of his mouth.

Anguar's words give the clothier pause, and his smile fades slightly as he raises a brow. "I know little of the bards, save for a cousin's wife, and yes, I suppose you are right about what you've said." Galharth says thoughtfully. "While a master at her craft and a sight to look upon, she was a moody beast that touched even my most patient of nerves."

Chuckling softly, he shakes his head. "Tell me, of what guild have you set your efforts towards?"

Anguar's smile withers, deep in thought, "I have not thought deeply on this matter, but I would join the military once I have been trained to fight" He stretches his arms upward, revealing the tiredness on his face in a story of lines and wrinkles that wrote upon his brow.

A single nod responds to Anguar's words, and after a moment he adds, "Seek out the Marchwarden Haldir, or the Commander Legarwin. Both are friends or whom I hold in high regard. They will certainly help you gain all manner of training you wish." Leaning his head closer, he continues in a lower tone, "Though watch Haldir, he's a dry sense of humor about him and he'll catch you with it at times."

Looking back towards the entrance, Galharth frowns slightly. "I can't remain long. I've a letter to deliver and a task to fulfill beyond that."

Anguar laughs heartily, brings his hand across his face and beams at Galharth, "well, then I'll have to avoid talking to much" then he considers the task Galharth mentioned and his smile turns solemn "well, my friend do not let me keep you, go if you must. I will remian here for a while to ponder..." Anguar turns to consider the stage and furrows his brow in thought, "I may become a bard" He chuckles sarcastically, turning his tired gaze back to Galharth "I will seek the commander, and learn the skill of sword" he clasps his hands in front of his chest, giving a content, simple atmosphere.

Catching the humor, Galharth smiles "Nay! You might be a good Bard indeed. Not all are like my cousin's wife." Glancing about, he shakes his head. "Alas, in these days and time, it's not all that unusual to have more than one job. I myself have taken on a position in the Royal Court." He shrugs slightly. "It's something to think about. I've heard tell even the Marchwarden Erethringil is a Bard."

"And no, you do not keep me, I do that for myself. I can spare a moment or two." Galharth says firmly, "At least long enough to feed my curiosity. Tell me, what weapon do you wish to train with?"

Anguar grins, chasing the shadows from the clefts in his face. "Ah, I wish to train with the longsword. The graceful weapon that dances from enemy to enemy striking like a lover, leaving it's steel kiss wherever it touches, cold and red." puffing from his fantasy, Anguar returns reluctantly to reality with his right hand twitching, itching for the steel dance partner.

Pulling aside his grey cloak, Galharth pats his own longsword belted at his waist. "Aye, that was my choice as well. Certainly see Legarwin when you get the chance. He can both provide training and forge you a weapon." Letting the cloak fall back over his weapon, he smiles. "We'll certainly end up sparing in the future, I'm sure." Leaning his head once more towards Anguar, he adds, "If you should wish to add beauty to your weapon, do see one of the Jewelsmiths. It'll cost you in wine as trade, but well worth the end result."

The site of the weapon glistening at Galharth's hip was mesmerising, Anguar could lose himself in the steel twinkle. "I will waste no time for this matter." Anguar grined widely. he felt the light washing his skin clean, bathing it in beauty. As the sun found it's way towards his eye he thought he must be on his way. Alas my friend, I must leave you, I have places to be, and I must train for my sword. I look forward to sparing with you, clothier, perhaps I will write a song about my victory" Smiling wryly he clasped his hands together, "if you're lucky, I'll sing you fought bravely" he laughed loudly, and bowed to the clothier "I am but japing, my friend, I am sure our sparring will be...a dance of lovers, and the song will be sung in the language of steel."

"It'll be a dance alright, one intended to keep my clothing from ruin as it usually is during sparring." Glaharth laughs. "I will see you soon!"

With that Galharth turns and heads off in search of Mia so that he can finally deliver the letter held within his cloak.