8/10/2007
Logfile from Elendor.

With a small creak to the main door, Dalian steps in from the east, shutting it with a flick of his wrist, the door shutting easily, and settling back into place. With a slight adjustment to his shoulder-cloak, he peers around, eyes wandering over the various forges, the sweltering heat of the furnaces causing him to sweat a little only moments after making his way in. Clearing his throat, he takes a step over to one of the weaponsmiths, watching him work in silence.

"They're quite amazing to watch aren't they?" Galharth asks as he joins the visitor in the Smithy as he follows a few steps behind. Folding his arms over his chest, the Craft Master pauses to watch the smiths at work. "I am Galharth, is there something we crafters can help you with?" He finally asks.

Shifting for a moment, Dalian turns to the elf, bowing his head simply. He pulls his hands up to his tunic, tugging down on it briefly before folding his hands behind his back. "I am Dalian..And I'm not quite sure. My father was a bladesmith..I think I might be wanting to continue the tradition."

"It's a noble tradition, and one that the edhel of Lothlorien could use in these darkening times." Galharth says as he unfolds his arms to reach out to lift one of the smiths tools. "The work is not only one of the body," he says pausing to eye the ellon carefully, "But I'm sure your father mentioned this."

Turning to nod at one of the smiths, he continues, "If you will note, he sings as he works, softly and in time with the efforts of his hands. Thus we crafters continue the tradition which created Arda itself."

"Could you do this Dalian?" The Craft Master asks.

Pausing for a moment, Dalian glances over one of the works the weaponsmith is spending his time on, one of his hands reaching up almost instinctively to touch at it, though he pulls away, turning his eyes away from the piece to look back at the Craft Master with a single, severe nod of his head.

"Of this I have no doubt."

Galharth eyes Dalian carefully, as if searching for the glow of the ellon's fea. A frown appears and the Clothier circles the ellon, looking him up and down. "Very well, the work will be hard, but I sense the dedication in you." Galharth says as he comes to a halt before him. Reaching into his pocket, he withdraws a wooden ring and holds it up between them. "Take this, and your name shall be entered upon the rolls of the Crafters. Seek out Legarwin, a Journeyelf in the art of Smithing, and he shall begin you along the road of learning."

Offering the ring, Galharth smiles. "Congratulations, Apprentice."

Allowing his eyes to follow after Galharth's, he only manages to drop a simple nod in response, quite visibly grateful...Though he maintains an air of composure, and calm.

"I will not fail." he states, reaching out to grasp the ring and slide it onto his finger, admiring it for a short moment.

The Clothiers smile remains, and he reaches out to pat the Apprentice on the shoulder. "I have great confidence that you will do well." Galharth says with a nod. Dropping his hand, he tilts his head slightly. "You'll need appropriate attire for work around the smiths. I'm going to be gone for a few days, but I would like to see you when I return in the Weavers Talan to so that we might get you taken care of before you ruin your non working clothing."

A smile crosses the lips of Dalian, as he settles his own hand on the opposite shoulder of Galharth, before dropping it to his side. "I will be sure to." he states, his hands slipping behind his back gingerly, folding simply.

Turning towards the smiths, Galharth calls out, "You've a new apprentice starting this day! Can anyone put him to work until Legarwin can properly instruct him?"

Chuckling softly, he looks over his shoulder towards Dalian, "I expect the first few days you'll end up cleaning tool and running errands. Take no offense to this, as they'll want to be sure you're familiar with the equipment and have proper protection before you near the flames." Winking once, he adds, "They might try to fool you into wonder what you've gotten yourself into."

"Aye! We need some wood hauled from the Green Path into the forges!" one of the smiths call out.

Wincing gently, Dalian glances back to a few of the smiths, before smiling sheepishly back at Galharth. "I don't mind. I'm rather used to it by now, this just reminds me of what it was like to work with my father." he states, eyes lingering over the armor the Master Crafter wears, before smiling again, and dropping a short nod. "I'll uphold my duties as long as I must, then."

Taking a step towards the entrance of the forge, the Craft Master pauses and turns. "Don't forget to come see me when I return. I'm sure that news of the patrols return will reach the city well before I do, so I'll be looking for you."

With that said, Galharth turns and departs, leaving the Apprentice Swordsmith in the good hands of his fellow smiths.