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IC time is: Late Afternoon < About 5:54 PM >
IC day is: Orgilion <Stars-day>
IC date is: 45 Iavas <Autumn>
Moon phase: Waning 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: Thu Aug 09 06:58:11 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
Aragorn
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The late afternoon sun shines warmly over the lands of Lothlorien, bringing out the rich warm golden color in the canopies of the Autumn foilage. A soft breeze blows from the northeast, carrying the scent of flowers still abloom in the city gardens.

Moving up the stairs, the Tailor Galharth moves swiftly onto the lawn. In his hand he carries a stack of folded trousers. Looking about the lawn, he seems to be searching for someone. "Alas, a wasted trip." He mutters to himself.

Perhaps not.

With a gentle smile curling his lips, a fellow of the Dunedain steps into view; slowly pacing westwards from the Training Field. Aragorn son of Arathorn arrives, and as he catches sight of the tailor his smile broadens.

Something, perhaps sound, scent, or sight, draws the Crafter's attention and he turns towards the Training Field in time to catch sight of the visiting Ranger. Lifting his free hand, he calls out, "Well met, Aragorn!"

Taking a few steps towards the man, he greets a smile with a smile. "How goes your visit? Well I hope?"

"What else could any visit to Lothlorien be?" replies the man, and he bows his head a little. "It is as fair as I remember it, mellon, and many cares are lifted from my heart when I walk 'neath the mallyrn. Many, but not all. Indeed, I did desire to speak with you on a matter graver than most. I hear you have had the misfortune of meeting with this brute: Grot?"

A soft chuckle escapes the Tailor's lips, and he nods. "Indeed, it could be no other."

At the mention of the Troll's name, Galharth frowns deeply. "Indeed, as did your kindred Annaiel, Rhibi, Maglind, and the Marchwarden Haldir." Sifting the burden in his arms, he frees his right hand so he might move it about while talking. "In fact, Maglind and I will be traveling north of the border in a days time to recover the last of the parts to the Canopy that was used to launch the net tested upon the beast."

"Ahh, Maglind also?" nods Aragorn, and a thoughtful gleam enters his gaze. "Your Lady advised I speak with him regarding this matter, but it seems I need do little planning for that. May I join you on your foray, mellon? I wish to be of aid, if I may. This beast is a threat to all our kin, and your folk should not bear the burden of his removal alone."

"There is no arguement of its threat. Such a beast that walks under the shining light of sun, bodes ill for all." Galharth comments in agreement. "You company on this patrol would be most welcome indeed. It would give you all the time needed to gain what facts are relevant, and offer us some extra protection should we encouter...." he pauses a moment and leans forward slightly to speak in a lower tone. "We've had great misfortune in the area to where we travel. First the Troll, and when we went back to retrieve the catapult we were set upon by Uruk and Warg. While I can manage a sword better these days, I took great injury during both encounters. I /would/ be most grateful for your company."

A wry grin trickles onto the man's lips and he nods. "Then my sword shall relish the company also. You say you depart in a day's time? I must take care of a small few things ere I am ready. Where can I find you hen the time to leave comes?"

"We are to meet at the crossroads, north of the city along the path. I shall inform Maglind that you'll be joining us there." Galharth replies quickly as his frown turns upwards. "And yes, I've a few matters of my own," the Tailor says lifting the stack of trousers slightly for emphasis. "Till then, be well." Turning, he retreats towards the stairs, hurrying off to deliver the clothing.