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IC time is: Late Morning < About 10:16 AM >
IC day is: Oranor <Sun-day>
IC date is: 16 Iavas <Autumn>
Moon phase: Waning Gibbous <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: Mon Jul 30 12:25:28 2007
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Lawn
Here the stairway through the mellyrn meets the top of a mighty hill, opening out into the middle of a great lawn filled with blue and yellow flowers. At the center of the lawn stands a great shimmering fountain which falls into a basin of silver. From the basin flows a white stream of water out into a small brook, which then trickles away down the hill. Further north there stands a mallorn tree of such magnificent height that it seems to reach even to the clouds. A path paved with white pebbles curves around the hilltop, leading west and east from the stairs.

Contents:
Galharth
Thorhur
Maglind

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Thorhur looks up at the blazing sun, almost at the noon hour. The lawn is surprisingly empty. Thorhur sits with a vacant expression as he absentmindedly stirs the water in the fountain. He knows he should be training, but this is just too peaceful. He wants to enjoy every minute of it.

Wandering onto the Lawn at a lazy pace, the Tailor Galharth pauses and looks around. Catching sight of Thorhur, he lifts a hand in greeting. "Well met, Sentinel," he calls out as he takes a few steps towards the Mallorn tree to the north. As he nears the fountain, he stops. "Have you seen Lady Galadriel?"

Scrambling down the stairs and ladders, Maglind leaps from the last few rungs and hits the ground gently. The warden gives them a startled, surprised glance, and begins to make his way downstairs. Perhaps he is not himself today.

Looking up suddenly at Galharth, he pauses. His mind drifts back to their last meeting in the Mar Vanwa Tyalieva. Then, just as quick as that thought appears, it is lost. Clearing his throat, he answers Galharth. "Well met are you Galharth. I have not seen the Lady." As he answers he gives Galharth one last look before his eyes wander back onto the water.

Nodding, the Tailor acknowledges Thorhur's response. "Thank you," he mutters as he takes another step towards the Mallorn. At the sight of the wandering Warden, he again lifts a hand, but takes note of Maglind's expression. "Maglind?" he calls out. Frowning, he glances from the Warden to the Sentinel, and then back again.

"Good day, Clothier," replies Maglind cheerily, waving a hand as he softly treads the steps, "don't mind me. I have been doing too much reading, and the elder librarians know naught of what I ask, and..."

He takes a short, gaspy breath. "I am going to the Mar Vanwa Tyalieva now. Good noon."

Thorhur is suddenly surprised by the sudden appearance of this new visitor. What even surprises him more is Galharth's mysterious glance at him. Standing up and ending his relaxation, he begins to walk casually towards the steps. As he passes by Galharth he asks, "So, what errand are you this noon Galharth, if I may ask?"

Nodding towards the Warden, he offers a wave of farewell. Watching Maglind go to leave, Galharth turns his attention to Thorhur. "I seek the Lady Galadriel," he replies simply. Glancing about, he shrugs, "But is seems I miss her in each place I search." Pausing, he frowns, "And you? What keeps a Sentinel of the Guard here relaxing upon the Lawn?"

"Ah, now there is a tale to tell," Thorhur replies, a smile spreading across his face. "Well, I was to begin my training today, and in the search for my trainer, I came upon the lawn and decided to sit for a bit. Well, one thing led to another, and you caught me reclining by the fountain for a rest. You see, I have been feeling down for the past couple of days, and coming here made me feel better..." here Thorhur's voice trailed off as his eyes wandered around the lawn, eventually landing on the great mallorn in the distance.

"What brings you down?" Galharth asks, turning from his own path, back towards the fountain. "Is this in regards to your training? Or has something else drawn your attention?"

Thorhur looks back at Galharth, his smile waning. "I do not know. I have just been feeling...unhappy, lately." A slight breeze stirred the lawn, and even though it was not chilly Thorhur suddenly felt cold.

"Unhappy? How so? Is it a feeling of longing, or of something undone?" Galharth asks softly. "Or perhaps disappointment with your training. I myself felt that way when I first began." With a sigh, the Tailor shakes his head. "Alas, only you can tell what the source of your unhappiness is. And without some idea, I've no idea what to say."

"It feels like a sense of longing, though for what I do not know," Thorhur squints his eyes in thought, trying to think about what he wants.

"It sounds as if it is a longing for the sea," Galharth comments with sympathy. "I've seen it affect many of our kind, in the past years." Shrugging his shoulders he peers at Thorhur, "If this is what it turns out to be, then what will you do? Have you considered sailing, or will you set that aside and remain util the threat of evil is gone from this world?"

Thorhur looks at Galharth long and hard. "I do not think it is for that," he says quietly. "I think it is for..." Suddenly, Thorhur looks up with a smile. "I think it is for lunch. Would you care to join me for some in the Mar?"

Confusion flickers over the Tailor's face. "You're unhappy because of lunch? Did you not say that your unhappiness has been over the past few days?" Shaking his head, as if the motion would offer insight, he takes a step back. "Alas, I appreciate the offer, but I've got to find the Lady if I'm to take care of a pressing matter. Go," he says, pausing to sweep a hand towards the stairs that lead down, "go and enjoy your lunch and perhaps your unhappiness will pass."

"I have been unhappy precisely because I have missed lunch and have been hungry for the past few days!" Thorhur explains, feeling like laughing at Galharth's expression. "This is my first free noon in days, so I intend to have lunch!" It was very funny watching Galharth's confusion. "You thought..." his voice trails off as he begins to giggle. He gathers control and says, "Thank you for talking, and I hope you find the Lady and get this pressing matter under control. Farewell Galharth!" With that, Thorhur begins walking down the steps. He half turns and waves in farewell, then continues down the stairs, now laughing uncontrollably as he heads for the Mar and some lunch.

Watching Thorhur with no small measure of confusion, Galharth shakes his head as he watches the Sentinel disappear down the stairs. A moment more passes, and the Tailor shrugs his shoulders. Turning, he continues his search for Lady Galadriel.