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IC time is: Midnight < About 12:58 AM >
IC day is: Orbelain <Valar-day>
IC date is: 56 Laer <Summer>
Moon phase: Full <VISIBLE>
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IC year is: Loa 17 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3041>
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RL time: Thu Jul 19 17:19:37 2007
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Library
The Scribe's Chamber (in Sindarin: Sammath Teithith)

A moderately sized talan for Lorien's scribe and that serves as the Galadhrim's "library". The chamber looks smaller than it really is, however, due all the furniture that fills the space! The center of the room is dominated by a large table that is surrounded by several chairs, and except for an open window, a partition, and a couple small pieces of furniture, all the wall space is filled by shelving. In one corner, a small writing desk has been placed.

Contents:
Galharth
Curanolas
Lostiriel
Maglind
Arienbarad
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The hour is late, and a thick layer of clouds block the light from the stars. Somewhere beyond the borders of Lothlorien a storm rages. A strong breeze blows, setting the Mallorn leaves into an active dance. Both elven song and the voice of nature is silenced at this hour, as if all conspire to patiently await the passing of the distant storm.

In the center of the Library, the Tailor Galharth bends over an ancient tome. In a flickering candlelight, the crafter studies the words, almost as if seeking something.

Humming softly, the Imladrhim Curanolas moves into the library, without her meltha. She smiles at Galharth and nods, moving to inspect the shelves. Her light tune contrasts with the storm overhead. She selects a book of Lothlorien poetry and settles at the table across from the tailor. Still humming, probably not even realizing it, she peruses the book carefully.

A blast of air assaults the quiet library as a hooded form enters, silently passing into the room. Lostiriel stands for a moment, glancing about until she catches the light of the candle, and the illuminated face of Galharth. She remains silent, feeling silenced by the hush of the room, until she hears the humming of Curanolas. Feeling somewhat warmed by this, she throws back her hood and steps further in. Her lips form a small smile to the two occupants of the library, but she does not yet speak.

Placing a finger along the text being read, the clothier reads, then rereads the same passage several times. With each word mouthed, he seems to become more frustrated. Pausing at the last word, his frown is stiffly in place. Shockingly, he suddenly slaps the table top. "Impossible!" he utters harshly. "How can we be expected to follow our history if there is so little attention given to the documen....."

Looking up, and pausing his words, embarrassment flickers over the Tailor's expression. "I'm sorry..." he says, glancing to Curanolas and then to Lostiriel.

Curanolas smiles up at the Tailor after nodding to Lostiriel. "It's all right," she says softly, breaking the song. "Are you all right?" she asks, indicating the book.

Lostiriel's eyes flicker to the book that Galharth is examining, then widen slightly at his reaction to it. She tilts her head to the side, "Yes, is everything alright?" Echoing Curanolas' statement, she glances again at her and smiles. She moves slightly toward Galharth, trying to peek at what he is reading, but hesitates. Her curiousity causes her to wonder what it is, but she decides to wait for his reply.

Shaking his head, the clothier pushes the book away. "Nay, all is not right. Our tomes are so limited that I find it nearly impossible to find information I seek." Sighing heavily, he lightly lays a hand upon the book. "One would think that someone would have written something about the ship that went down along our borders. If not in a song, then in a journal. Something... anything. But no, there is nothing."

Curanolas' eyes seem sympathetic. "Are there other books we could search?" she asks, truly interested in helping if she can. She closes the book of poetry and gives her full attention to Galharth.

Something seems to flicker in Lostiriel's memory, but she can not quite place what it is. Ignoring it, she nods, "Yes, perhaps their is some other place to look. I'd be happy to help, if I can." She looks to both Curanolas and Galharth and says, "I am Lostiriel."

Glancing to the many cases of tomes and scrolls, the clothier shakes his head. "I fear I have no idea as to where we could begin. I feel that the ship has sat upon the river bed since the time we consider the first age." Tapping the tome upon the table before him, he adds, "I fear our silvan kindred focused more upon the beauty of a song than the importance of a tome during that time."

Nodding to Lostiriel, he offers a slight smile. "Well met, Lostiriel. I am Galharth, a Tailor, and a Courier as well. I am pleased to meet you."

"I am Curanolas of Imladris," she says to Lostiriel. "Glirieth of my house and Linnor." She smiles and turns to Galharth. "Anywhere would be good to start," she adds to Galharth.

Turning to Curanolas, Lostiriel smiles and nods. "Well met." She is silent for a moment as she processes Galharth's name, and a tiny furrow marrs her brow. Suddenly, a light flickers in Lostiriel's grey eyes and suddenly a smile lights up her face. "Well met indeed! Galharth!" Suddenly the memory of meeting his sister and their conversation comes flooding back. She pauses, remembering the entire conversation, and studies him a little closer. Her eyes are speculative as she ponders what could have caused him to leave on such a venture, but only for a moment. Then her eyes clear, and there is only curiousity in them.

Narrowing his eyes at Lostiriel for a moment, he finally shakes his head, dismissing her reaction. "Alas, I've been at this for several hours, and I grow weary." Reaching forward, the ellon closes the tome, as if closing the subject on further searches. "Perhaps I'll set aside more time tomorrow or the next day, but for now I need to consider tomorrows dive." Glancing at each lady, he lifts a brow. "Would either of you be interested in diving and searching the wreck that lays hidden in the water?"

Curanolas smiles. "It sounds interesting, but Celebringil and I are spending the day with my parents," she says. "They wish to get to know him, which is why I'm here and he's there with them." She sighs, a smile still on her face. "We might come out and check it out another day, though. You've intrigued me with the idea of a sunken ship and such." She settles back in her chair and folds her hands in her lap, smiling at Galharth.

Lostiriel pauses, considering the question. She is silent for a moment, then nods slowly. "I must say, it does sound rather intriguing. I would be interested in helping." She moves over to a chair and sits down, listening for a moment as the wind whistles outside. Her eyes fix on the light of the candle, then look up again. "Searching?" she inquires, "searching for anything in particular?"

Galharth offers Curanolas a single nod. "I fully understand your situation," he says with a smile. "And I still look forward to arranging the creation of an outfit for your intended, when he has the time. I just didn't want to be rude and not extend an invitation that is open to all within the wood."

Turning his gaze towards Lostiriel, the Tailor shrugs. "Who knows what we'll find. We've already found bits of pottery, a lovely figurehead, and several unidentified pieces of wood. The water is cool, and seems able to preserve what sits within the watery grave."

Curanolas smiles. "He is looking forward to having you come up with something for him," she says. With a chuckle, she adds rather teasingly, "That is if my parents agree to it all."

Lostiriel smiles at Curanolas and her words, and sits silently for a moment, before nodding. She responds to Galharth, "Well, it does sound fascinating, and as I said, I would love to help. It shall be interesting, then, to see what is down there." For a moment, she considers, then says, "And if my reaction to your greeting seemed strange, it is because I met your sister before, and she spoke of you." She smiles, "I am not supposed to tell you that she recommended you and your skills when it comes to embroidery." Here she laughs a light, silvery laugh.

For an instant, the Tailor's smile grew wide. "I'm sure they will. You yourself seemed confident of this only days ago." Leaning forward slightly towards the visitor, he winks once. "I expect to hear of the celebration within the week."

"Alphdirwen? You spoke with Alphdirwen?" Galharth says as he turns once more towards Lostiriel. "I've yet to see her since my return. Neither her nor my dear brother-in-law." Chuckling softly he nods. "And she is quite right. I've a love for embroidery. Clothing, bedding, or tapestry, the very soul of my creativity flows through the threads woven into cloth." Lifting a brow, he tilts his head. "Do you need something made? I'd gladly do it in return for the offer to help upon the ship project."

Curanolas' smile widens. "I am sure you will hear of the celebration within the week," she says with a nod. "My father and mother are already smitten with my meltha." She beams.

With a grin upon her face, Lostiriel nods. "I do have a need for something, and I am thankful for the offer." Here she chuckes, and adds, "But you must not tell your sister when you see her again that I mentioned her. Indeed, she made me promise not to tell you of her recomendation. Though she did speak highly of your skills, mentioning something about you singing into your work?" Eyes sparkling, she says again, "And I am very excited to help."

Curanolas smiles and stands slowly. "I think I have waited long enough," she says with a wink. "I should probably go rescue Celebringil from my father now." She giggles softly and turns to leave. "Namarie, mellyn." She exits, humming the same tune she hummed when she entered.

Lifting a hand in farewell, Galharth pauses as he watches the Imladhrim elleth leave. "She seems happy," he comments to no one in particular. Turning his attention to Lostiriel, the Tailor laughs and nods. "I'll not say a word to her. If I do, she'll see that as an opportunity to chatter away about something or another."

Placing his elbows on the table, he leans towards the elleth. "If you'd like, we can head down to the river shore tomorrow, and I'll show you what we've done so far."

Smiling to Curanolas, she nods politely as she leads. Then, turning back to Galharth, she laughs, "Well she is quite talkative, I will say that. But she is also seems very sweet and kind." Tilting her head to the side, she smiles at his words, and nods, "I would like that! It will be interesting to see what has been accomplished thus far."

Changing the subject momentarily, Lostiriel adds, "You said you are a courier? I am as well! It is a recent development, but I am very excited!"

"A Courier? What a coincidence!" Galharth says as he leans back in his chair. "Indeed, it is exciting, or at least the little I've managed to involve myself with so far." Rising from his chair, he leans forward and picks up the tome that had offered so little information. "I've learned much since joining the Royal Court, and yet at the same time, I've learned that there is a great deal to still learn."

Walking around the table, he places the book onto a shelf and returns to the table. "All I can say is, don't let yourself get overwhelmed with the number of tasks that lay ahead of you."

Lostiriel nods, quietly considering his words. "Yes, it does seem quite intriguing, and I am very happy. But...it is slightly overwhelming. It seems daunting when I think of all I have to do. However...you are right. There is so much to learn, and that is the part that most excites me. It will be a challenge, but a worthy one, I think." Here she pauses and leans over the table, resting her head in her hand which is propped up on the table.

Arienbarad enters witha distracted expression on his face as he heads over to a certain corner of the library. He fails to notice his only sibling as he breezes by.

"Oh I agree, it'll take a few hundred years to feel comfortable with the duties, but in the grand picture, that's only a short while," the clothier says. As he speaks, his words trail off, growing softer as he watches an ellon enter the library.

When he turns his gaze back to the lady, Galharth tilts his head slightly to the right. "Are you a strong swimmer?" He asks with a hint of curiosity.

Wedged between one shelf and another, curled so that he will not trip any eager readers, Maglind crouches on the floor. A tome of poetry rests on his lap, covered by one pale hand -- but he is not reading it; dreams cloud his vision as he slumps against the row of books.

Sighing in agreement, Lostiriel nods, "You are right, of course. It will take time, but not too much. And a worthy cause is worth a worthy effort...." Here she trails off as she watches her brother enter and walk by. She blinks rapidly, watching him, and smiles fondly. Turning back to Galharth, she nods, "Indeed, I am a strong swimmer. But why do you ask? Will I need to be for the dive?"

Arienbarad purposefully locates a volume and plucks it from the the shelf. In mid turn to leave, with prize in hand, he spies his sister speaking with another. Arienbarad grins and strides over greeting, "Lostiriel!"

"I'd not turn anyone away if they'd be willing to div....." Galharth starts to say, ending his words abruptly as someone calls out to his companion. Glancing towards the source of the voice, he catches sight of Maglind on the floor, and the Tailor calls out his own greeting, "Maglind! You are seeing to become a Bard!"

"Silivren penna miriel o menel aglar..." mumbles Maglind, still held between deep dream and woken night. There is a candle by his side, and it flickers, sending shadows over pale, weary face. And still he sleeps.

Laughing, Lostiriel looks up and raises her eyes to meet those of her brother. "Well Arie, I was wondering if your eyes had failed you. I am glad to see that neither your eyes nor your memory have." She turns and glances to Galharth and says, "I am going to dive tomorrow, Arie, down to the sunken ship. Isn't that fascinating? Only Galharth was saying something about being a strong swimmer, and I have yet to learn what it is he speaks of." She glances over to where the sleeping form sits and smiles, noting the lateness of the hour.

Laughs as he rises once more to his feet, Galharth moves around the table towards Maglind's sleeping form. "The wreck is deep, and the current can be strong...." he comments as he reaches out to gently shake the Warden's shoulder. "Maglind? You'll set fire to the wood sleeping so close to a candle..."

Laughs as he rises once more to his feet, Galharth moves around the table towards Maglind's sleeping form. "The wreck is deep, and the current can be strong...." he comments as he reaches out to gently shake the Warden's shoulder. "Maglind? You'll set fire to the wood sleeping so close to a candle..."(repose)

The warden's head dips dangerously close to the candle, a few pale strands of hair brushing past the flame. "Mmph," he coughs, finally waking. "Oh, stars. I fell asleep?" he asks, dazedly snapping the book shut (and nearly flattening his own hand).

Arienbarad looks Galharth up and down eyeing sword and all with honest curiosity. "Galharth, I don't believe we have met. I am Arienbarad and I wonder what this ship is all about. Especially if it deals with my sister being an adventurer," Arien announces with a gleeming grin.

Galharth nods towards the Warden, "Indeed, and it looked like you came close to setting your hair on fire. Come... join us at the table." Rising to his feet, the Tailor turns to the newly met ellon and bows his head in greeting. "Well met, Arienbarad. It is a pleasure to meet you." Glancing to Lostiriel, and then back to her brother, he lifts a brow. "Adventure? Nay, just a little dive to look for lost times on the river bed. You can join if you wish."

Arienbarad feigns disappointment with a wink. "Well met Galharth! Aye, an all my hopes brought up! But I would love to join, finding anything lost and particularlly useable would be exciting enough." Arien then suddenly looks startled saying, "Oh, I must go attend to some business, I will be late!" And with that he rushes out!

Lostiriel watches her brother leave, smiling fondly. She turns back and says, "Brother's are bothersome, indeed." But her voice is light and teasing, and so turns toward Galharth and says, "I see you have saved us from burning." She smiles at Maglind and says, "Perhaps you should read something of greater interest next time, or else die from boredom."

"Nay," replies Maglind, pinching out the flame with bare fingers. A thin line of smoke wanders through the air, trembling as the warden pulls himself up. "It was my own fault; I have been reading too much. What did I disturb?"

"You've disturbed nothing but your own rest.... actually, I disturbed your rest." Galharth says with a shrug of his shoulders. "I do hope you'll forgive me." Offering a smile and a turn of his head, the Tailor lifts a hand in farewell as Arienbarad departs. "Perhaps we'll meet again."

Lowering his hand and sweeping it palm up towards the elleth, he offers introductions. "Maglind, this is Lostiriel. She's offered to help dive upon the wreck." Moving his hand towards the Warden, he continues. "And this is Maglind, a Warden of the Guard, and a reasonably good swimmer as well."

"You've disturbed nothing but your own rest.... actually, I disturbed your rest." Galharth says with a shrug of his shoulders. "I do hope you'll forgive me." Offering a smile and a turn of his head, the Tailor lifts a hand in farewell as Arienbarad departs. "Perhaps we'll meet again."

Lostiriel nods politely. "Well met, Maglind." She smiles and laughs, saying, "Indeed, I have offered to help. I am looking forward to it. I hope my swimming is strong enough, but I believe it will be." She shifts her head in her head, stifling a yawn as she watches the candle flicker before her.

"Hello," the warden says, shyly pulling out a chair to sit in. "I hope it will. But I am not a good swimmer, as Galharth says: last time I was ensnared by a few strands of duckweed."

"You didn't drown," Galharth counters quickly. "But I think it best if you help along the shore till the duckweed issue is resolved." Rising to his feet, the Tailor glances to the Warden and then to the Courier. "If you'll forgive me, I'll need to get some rest this eve if we're to be diving on the morrow. It's been good speaking with both of you." Taking a step towards the exit, he lifts a hand in farewell as he departs.

Lostiriel nods and looks at Maglind, "Well, that must have been very interesting." She smiles and waves as Galharth departs, saying, "I shall see you then!" Then, turning back, she says, "Well, I hope nothing quite that interesting happens to me. Hopefully I'll just recover something fascinating."

"Farewell, Clothier," Maglind calls. Turning back to the elleth, he replies: "That is an adventure in itself, is it not? I hope we will find more about the wreck -- the trip to Isengard told us nothing."

Lostiriel pauses and her brow furrows. She looks both curious and confused. "Ah...yes, the trip to Isengard. How fruitful did that prove? I have heard only little about it."

Maglind sighs, resting his head gently in his hands. "We learned much -- too much -- in passing, but our question went unanswered. Perhaps Curunir does not know either."

Blinking back sleepiness, Lostiriel nods. "I see. I hope, too, then, that tomorrow proves more fruitful. And I should go now and rest before tomorrow. Be careful of candles," she winks,smiling as she stands and heads for the door.