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IC time is: Early Evening < About 6:24 PM >
IC day is: Oranor <Sun-day>
IC date is: 52 Laer <Summer>
Moon phase: Waxing Gibbous <VISIBLE>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 17 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3041>
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RL time: Wed Jul 18 15:08:04 2007
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Calendar help: +ELF TIME HELP Quenya version: +ELF TIME QUENYA
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Celebrant Harbor
Near the riverside lies a small harbor hidden among the trees. There is a good store of well-crafted elven boats here, but their grey color blends in so well with the trees trunks as to make them practically invisible to all but the closest observer. A small pathway leads northwest into the forest.

Contents:
Galharth
Celebringil
Curanolas
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The western horizon, along the tops of the mountain range, the last of the day's light shimmers in a rainbow of reds, yellows, oranges, and whites. Colors of day give way to the night, and to the east the first stars begin to peer forth into the darkening sky. The rippling water of the Anduin reflects the changing sky as a mirror, offering a gentle scene along the southern border of Lothlorien. Bending over the dock's handrail, the clothier Galharth watches the activity on the long lawn, towards the southwest. Drawing in a deep breath, he smiles as he catches the scent of roses growing in the distant city.

Holding hands and talking quietly to each other, Curanolas and Celebringil walk up the path toward Galharth. She smiles at something he says and giggles. "Mother said what you were wearing was fine," she says softly, teasingly. "I like you in your travel clothes. Although, I'd like to see you in dress clothes for our wedding." She winks at him.

"I don't know," Celebringil says with a shrug. "I just feel like I'm abit over dressed, or underdressed. I'm not dressed right." He chuckles, padding down his leather armor. "Well, I should hope so. That's the other bundle I was carrying on our trip."

Deep in thought, Galharth misses the movement of the couple walking along the path, but this distraction fades quickly with the simple uttering of the word 'clothes'. His head turns to the sound as a moth to a flame, and a warm smile appears upon his lips. "Well met," the clothier calls out as he pushes away from the handrail to turn towards the approaching couple. "Forgive my eavesdropping, but did one of you mention a need for clothing?" Lifting his head with a greater smile, "For if so, I happen to be a Tailor."

Curanolas chuckles softly and looks up at the tailor. She smiles. "We have clothing, actually," she says softly. "But thank you. I am Curanolas of Imladris." She turns to her meltha and grins, lightly prodding him.

Celebringil smiles as Curanolas prods him. "I am Celebringil of Imladris," He says with a slight bow. "And I do not know about my meltha, but I could actually use some help. Though I brought clothing, it is from many times before. I have a feeling it may need to be let out abit." He chuckles and squeezes Curanolas' hand gently.

Curanolas grins up at her meltha.

His expression faulters slightly as the lady speaks, but he recovers quickly with the ellon's words. "Ah, the visitors who travelled with the Marchwarden. Well met indeed!" Placing a hand upon his heart, he bows his head slightly in greeting. "I am Galharth, and I'm pleased to meet you both."

Raising his head, he glances towards Curanolas, "I will be glad to help you with your wardrobe. When you reach the city, have the guards direct you to the Weavers Talan and I'll make quick work of measurements and fabric selections."

Taking a step forward, the Tailor looks over his shoulder towards the distant Long Lawn and the activities taking place. "Haldir mentioned that you have some interest in the ship I'm working on raising," he says, turning back towards the visitors. "Can I ask what your interest is?"

Curanolas looks puzzled. "Raising a boat?" she asks. "Sounds interesting." She turns to Celebringil in question then back to Galharth.

Celebringil tilts his head slightly. "I do not remember hearing of boats," He says looking at Curanolas with a raised eyebrow. "Pray tell of the boats you are raising. I have heard little."

Confusion flickers on the clothier's face. Shrugging his shoulders he takes a step closer to the couple. "It is likely that I misunderstood Haldir." Galharth says with a chuckle. "The boat, or ship, if you will, is of little real importance. It's something found at the bottom of the river, and offers a curiosity for those interested in a mystery."

Pausing his words, the warmth of the Tailor's smile reflects in his eyes. "So tell me friends, what brings you to Lothlorien?"

Curanolas grins at Celebringil, a flush of pink edging her features. She ducks her head to cover the blush and clears her throat, prodding her meltha to speak up for both of them.

Celebringil smiles at Curanolas' antices. "My meltha's parents live here in the Golden Wood," He says looking back toward the Tailor. "We wish to wed, and I need to aquire their permission in order to officially wed their lovely daughter."

Curanolas ducks as her blush deepens.

"Ah!" Galharth exclaims. "Certainly a matter to be celebrated." Leaning forwards slightly, glancing from elleth to ellon, he lifts both brows. "Perhaps I can warn the bakers and wine makers to let them know of a potential celebration in the making." Drawing his hands behind his back, Galharth looks north and west, in the direction where the city would lay. "And the Bards, they'll need to know."

Pausing he glances towards Curanolas, "Certainly your parents will give the blessing, won't they?"

Curanolas nods. "Of course," she says with a grin. "They already like him. He'll just have to ask them later." She smiles up at Celebringil. "Right, meltha?"

Celebringil nods his head. "Yes," he says with a smile. "I shall ask them most likely later this evening." He squeezes her hand again. "I have a feeling that they shall let me wed you, or else why whould we make this trip?" He winks at here.

Curanolas grins up at her meltha.

Chuckling softly, "Well...." Galharth offers in a teasing voice, "It is possible that you've heard about my Tailoring skills and decided to venture south in order to obtain an original creation for a special event?" Still chuckling, he offers his hands outward, palms up, "Or you've heard that our wine is worth the trip?"

Curanolas chuckles and takes one of the proffered hands. "Unfortunately, I have not heard of your tailoring skills. However, I have tasted your wine, and, I must say, it is wonderful."

"I have to admit," Celebringil says with a shrug. "I have not. Though I have heard of it. Just as I have heard of the beautiful trees and wonderful scenery."

The visitors admission does not alter the Tailor's good humor, and he bows his head to recover a more serious expression. Looking up, Galharth continues to smile. "Alas, few truely know their tailor, any more than they know their baker. Thankfully, we work not for appreciation, but for the love of our craft."

Glancing round, he nods at Celebringil's words. "Indeed, Lothlorien is beautiful. I hope you enjoy your visit with us." Again he looks in the direction where the city lies, as he speaks again. "Tell me, have you made it to the city yet? I'm sure that many would like to hear news of your home."

Curanolas shakes her head. "Not really. My parents came out to meet us earlier and headed back to give us time to enjoy the walk there," she says with an appreciative smile.

Celebringil shakes his head as well. "Unfortunately no," He says with a shrug. "I have not journeyed into the city as of yet." The tracker squeezes Curanolas' hand carefully. "Though I have been half distracted for the majority of the time."

Curanolas blushes lightly and grins up at her meltha.

Galharth's smile is transformed into a knowing grin, and he offers a slight bow. "I shall leave you then to your lovely.... distraction," the clothier says. "When ready, I shall likely be in the Weavers Talan, and I'll see to your clothing needs." Glancing once more between the two, he adds, "Congratulations, and welcome to Lothlorien. I hope you both find your visit filled with joy."

Taking a step back towards the docks, he lifts a hand in farewell. "Work calls, I fear, I'm sure I'll see you again soon."