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IC time is: Midday < About 12:06 PM >
IC day is: Ormenel <Heavens-day>
IC date is: 55 Laer <Summer>
Moon phase: Full <HIDDEN>
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: Thu Jul 19 13:02:07 2007
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Open Talan
Here the ladder meets its first broad flet before continuing upwards through the overhanging boughs. The talan here is large and flat, supported around the trunk in a circle on six sturdy branches. Cushioned chairs sit arranged beside a sideboard filled with all manner of bread and fruit and cheese and drinks for guests. The platform is surrounded by leaves save to the southwest, where a rope bridge slips between the branches.

All about, you see intermittent flashes of silver from the undersides of leaves stirred in the wind. Sunlight feels its way along the tree's spreading crown, softened by its journey in the boughs.

Contents:
Galharth
Galadriel
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With Anor hanging overhead, a brilliant white light filters down through the midday canopy overhead. The green summer leaves reflect the light, bringing forth a magical appearance to the land of Lothlorien. Song fills the air, filtering into the Open Talan from the Bards and Birds alike.

Climbing up into the Open Talan, the clothier Galharth pauses and peers about. He lifts a hand to several, offering a silent greeting to friends. What has brought the crafter? There is nothing in his expression or posture that reveals his purpose.

Is any time of the day NOT teatime for the Lady? Apparently not, because here she is yet again, drinking tea. She is speaking to one of the court, a delicate porcelain cup perched precariously on one finger. After a relatively long exchange during which Galadriel's brow creases several time, the counsel departs. With a sigh, the former turns directly upon Galharth. She does not speak nor gesture, but it is apparent nonetheless that she wishes for him to approach.

As he peers around the room, the clothier catches sight of the Lady. With her gaze upon him, he steps forward without prompting or invitation. Pausing before the Lady, his eyes flicker a moment from her tea to her eyes. "Well met, Lady." Galharth says softly. "As well and good it is to see home, I am glad to see you once more."

Whatever worrisome matters had passed between Galadriel and her counsel are swept aside for the moment and she smiles at the tailor, "I tell you that a great weight was lifted from my heart when word came from the borders that you were arrived home safe. Tell me, what words from my friend the Wizard?"

An expression of distress, or perhaps embarrassment flickers over the clothiers features, and his eyes fall to the talon floor. "I fear there is little word, and perhaps little interest from Curunir. He offered no council, and took little." Pausing as if the discussion pained him, Galharth clears his throat. "The journey was little more than a training environment for a new Court member."

If this report concerns the Lady she does not show it, "Well, it is proof perhaps that the concerns within the girdle of our fair land do not stretch far beyond. Let us consider it a blessing that the origins of an old boat occupy our thoughts and not something more dire."

Galadriel lays her free hand upon the shoulder of Galharth and quietens her voice, edging it with empathy, "I am sorry that your trip was not more fruitful, brother. I know that you must be quite weary now, but now that you are home, does your desire to study the ship remain?"

"Interest remains," Galharth says firmly, though his cheeks color brightly in reflection of the embarrassment felt. "I became so focused on the events, the reason, and the cause of what brought the ship to the river bed, and I lost sight of the possibility that it had little following outside those who might have walked upon the deck of the wreck."

Shrugging his shoulders, he looks up a moment. "In a way, I learned nothing of the ship, but I still grew as a person. I learned a reasonable amount of common, I met several from worlds outside my own, and I learned to think when faced with a foe. Fruitful, but not in the way I had expected."

Galadriel nods in agreement and approval of Galharth's words. "That is well, and while I might wish you had come home with a Captain's diary tucked under your arm, I would not give up on our riverbed treasure just yet. There are many out there who might yet harvest a gem of information they do not yet know is priceless to us. If there is aught I can do myself to aid you, I beg you to ask."

"I fear I know not what to ask, for there is nothing in my experience to relate." Galharth admits, with a slight hint of a frown. "Clearly, the matter does not interest nor concern Curunir, nor any humans south." Looking up towards the lady, the clothier tilts his head. "I think for the moment, we shall continue to dive upon the wreck to see what, if any, treasures can be uncovered."

Shrugging his shoulders he adds a chuckles. "Till then, this certainly gives the Bards something to sing about, for it lays within the realm of imagination and romance."

"See," says Galadriel with an easy countenance. "There is good to be had always."

She considers a moment in silence. "Yes, continue to dig. For my part, I will get to the library and find one skilled in maps. The ship did not get to the river by walking. We may have friends along the river route with clues." She sets her half-empty tea cup aside, signifying the end of the matter. "But first, I bid you to visit the bakers. Berries are being brought in from the forest daily and tarts are abundant. They are the perfect panacea for a weary traveler."

Smiling, the clothier nods. "There is always good, if you choose to look for it."

Laughing, Galharth bows his head slightly and takes a step back. "I will indeed visit the bakers. In fact, I've already recommended them to the visitors that Haldir brought back." Turning the crafter takes a step towards the ladder. "If I find anything of interest. I'll have you alerted. And..." he says with a twinkle in his eyes, "If you should feel the mood, you are more than welcome to dive with us."