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IC time is: Early Afternoon < About 2:37 PM >
IC day is: Oranor <Sun-day>
IC date is: 32 Laer <Summer>
Moon phase: New <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 15 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3039>
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RL time: Tue Nov 07 12:12:38 2006
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Long Lawn
You stand amidst a long lawn of shining grass. It ripples in the gentle river
breezes like tresses of golden hair, sprinkled too with hundreds of golden
elanor flowers which radiate with the light of the sun. The eastern edge of
the lawn fades into a white-stone beach, lapped upon by the deep and dark
waters of the broad Anduin river which flows from the north, continuing
southwards forever onto the sea. Joining the Anduin directly to the south is
the Celebrant river, which hurries towards you from between the groves of
Mallorns to the northwest. Northwards, the lawn is bordered by a high green
wall of dense forest growth. With your sharp elven eyes, you spy a small
recess in the wall, perhaps a passageway which leads through it.
Contents:
Mia
Urdusul
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High above, anor sits slightly to the west, announcing to all below that the
world ventures into early afternoon. Upon the long lawn, a breeze blows from
the south, over the river and onto the southern most tip of Lothlorien. The
moist, warm air of summer, sets the grass of the lawn into a slow and gentle
dance which seems to highlight the delicate flowers mingled among the yellow
and green grass.
On this day, a silver haired ellon stands upon the shore, facing south with
his face into the breeze. His hair dances in time with the grass, as the
silvery lengths sweep over his shoulders. His arms are crossed, and his eyes
are closed, as he seems to be enjoying the beauty of a summer day. At his feet
a large bag sits. While the bag appears to be ignored for the moment, the flap
dances in the breeze, partially exposing a brilliant length of white cloth.
Walking south through the wind-kissed lawn is another ellon, his raven hair
tossed here and there by the wind; though he seems to enjoy it less than the
other. He moves through it swiftly and easily, in his one hand his precious
mandolin; in the other, a scroll of parchment; music, perhaps.
Urdusul's grip, however, is too lose on his paper, and it is tossed up into
the wind, "Oh." he say, somewhat loudly, in suprise, and turns to chase after
it.
Naked toes slip silently across the lawn, the feet they are attached to
traipsing over crests and through dips in the land. A swag of fabric is held
carefully, exposing ankles and a flash of shin intermittently; a skirt, one
might observe if not hypnotized by the hints of pale flesh and neatly
manicured nails. Looking higher, it can be seen that the skirt (or dress, to
be exact) is on a maiden, one who is whistling as she walks, though more often
than not the sound is carried away by the wind before it can reach her own
tapered ears. Mia seems not to mind, however, and switches to humming as the
wind picks up, her bare feet skipping along to the impromptu music.
She is pulled from the moment by a exclamation from nearby, and she is fast
enough to see as the unfortunate edhel looses his scrap of paper. Her previous
task conveniently forgotten (if, indeed, she ever had one) Mia smiles and
shouts a mighty "Oy!" before joining in the chase.
A whistle, and a sound of alarm, made behind him, sends Galharth into a whirl.
Icy blue eyes flash open, silver hair swing round his shoulders, and his sky
blue robe tangles round his legs. His head turns first to the elleth, and then
to the ellon, and alarm turns quickly to concern as he too catches sight of
the fluttering paper.
"Let me help!" the Clothier calls out as he steps forward to join the chase.
Unfortunately, the length of his robe conspires with the quickness of his
turn, and the briskness of the breeze, causing an unusual mishap. For one of
the firstborn, blessed with grace, Galharth's tangled robe sends him not
forward as he had intended, but off balance, falling face forward with arms
swinging wildly. "Aieeeeee!" He screams out in alarm.
His own naked feet dance across the lawn, but the elleth's 'oy' suprises him
greatly; he turns his head around sharply.
Meantime, the paper, almost with a will of it's own, begins to dance through
the air in Mia's direction, perhaps caught in some cross breeze.
Urdusul stops when he hears Galharth, his eyes catching him as he falls down,
"Are you alright?" he calls, almost sounding disinterested.
Mia leaps as the paper flies above her head, teasingly out of reach of her
fingertips. "It taunts!" She wails through laughter, "Foul temptress!
Fluttering tease!" She laughs as she chases the paper more, and harder still
as the clothier tries to join the chase, but falls. It is all she can do, in
fact, to breathe correctly for the amount of laughter, and her attempts at
retreiving the paper decline into... well, soon she is, herself, on the
ground, laughter pouring from her as she holds her side.
Striking the ground with a soft thud, Galharth's hands sink into the moist
soil. Muttering something under his breath, he twists and turns slightly,
untangling his robe. Looking up as Urdusul calls out, he offers a look of
embarrassment. "I'm fine," he replies loudly.
Turning his gaze to the elleth, he shakes his head. "But it seems that Mia is
in greater need of help." Pushing himself to his feet, Galharth holds muddied
hands well before him to keep from soiling his clothing. "I would give you a
hand up dear lady, but ...." he says, not completing his words, but instead he
holds his hands up for inspection.
Furrowing his brows, he glances at those now in his company. "Did anyone ever
catch the paper?"
He has lost sight of the paper now, and instead gives Mia and odd look, "There
is no place for laughter," he blinks, as if amazed at her actions, "When there
is work to be done."
"No," Urdusul says to Galharth, "But nevermind it, I suppose. It was only
blank."
Genuine amusement creeps along her face as Mia considers the unfamiliar ellon
before her, a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth as she sits herself
up and stiffles her laughter. "Ridiculous! There is always time for laughter,
as it often makes the work so much more bearable." She then reaches up a hand
and looks to Galharth with a sigh, "You think I fear a bit of dirt, my friend?
Then you know me not at all. A hand would be welcomed for decorums' sake,
though not specifically needed. Seeing, however, as i am trying to retain some
semblance of ladylike behavior, laughter not withstanding, then you could be a
gentleman and help me to my feet."
The furrow remains upon the Clothier's brow, and a frown is added to his
expression. "I have to agree with the lady. Laughter, joy, and happiness, all
make work more bearable." Glancing at his soiled hands, Galharth shrugs his
shoulders and steps forward, offering a hand. "Nay, I can't say you'd be one
to fear dirt, for I've seen you work enough magic with it. Though I should
drag you into the river to wash off the dirt, as payment for the laughter."
Glancing towards Urdusul, the frown fades, and a more friendly expression
takes hold. "I'm Galharth, a Tailor within these fair woods."
"And pray, why is work unbarable?"
Urdusul waves his hand, as if dismissing his thought, "Never mind it," he says
again, and this time bows his head, "Urdusul, a learner of the Glirdain," he
says lightly, as though his own name were made of glass, "And to whom do I owe
the laughter?"
"Well met, Urdusul. It is a pleasure to meet you." Galharth says with a bow of
his head. As he speaks, the Clothier brushes off his own hands in unison with
Mia's own action, and when done, he reaches down and brushes off his knees. "I
had thought to work here today, but upon arriving I found the sun, the breeze,
and the gentle sound of the water to be too distracting. It seemed a waste to
do anything but enjoy natures efforts." Looking up from the inspection of his
knees, he glances from one to the other. "What brings you both here today?"
RP Faded to Black due to MEGA LAG