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IC time is: Nighttime < About 11:26 PM >
IC day is: Orithil <Moon-day>
IC date is: 20 Firith <Fading>
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: Sun Aug 19 16:49:01 2007
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Golden Roadway - Southeastern Arc - Fountain Stream
Here the Great Marble Stairway plateaus upon the Golden Roadway Following the
roadway for a bit, the Stairway continues on
up towards a building of some sort that lies at the top of the hill upon the
mallorn trees there, but you can't glean its
purpose from this distance. The steps, too, shine as if paved with gold and it
is easy to marvel at the fabulous workmanship
and grace of the elven architecture.
Contents:
Galharth
Lostiriel
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*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
The sound is a curious one, and yet it's one that is heard more often of late.
On this late eve, darkness fills the sky, and
stars twinkle seemingly in time with the sound of song that fills the air.
Winter approaches outside the protected realm of
Lothlorien, and it's chilly bite can be felt upon a soft breeze that flutters
through the trees.
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*
The clothier moves about. The sound of tapping, while new in the city, is one
that is being quickly attributed to the Tailor
Galhart. "Lovely evening," he comments to several edhel he passes whils
traveling along the Fountain Stream. Pausing by the
waters edge, he sighs softly as he peers into the water.
Standing near the water with head lowered, Lostiriel breathes in deeply as the
cool air stirs her long, golden tresses. A
chill runs through her frame, but on this eve, with the stars sparkling silver
overhead, it is barely considered. As the
sound of tapping reaches her ears, Lostiriel lifts her head and sees Galharth
moving beside the water. "Galharth," she
greets warmly, "you are walking! I see that you finally received a cane. It is
good to see you up and moving." Her grey eyes
gaze down at the water for a moment as liquid stars waver in reflection upon its
surface, then lift again as a smile lifts
the corners of her lips.
Leaning heavily upon the cane, Galharth glances towards Lostiriel and smiles.
"Indeed, never has a piece of wood made such
an impact upon my life. The taste of freedom of movement is one great
sweetness." Glancing into the stream, the clothier
sighs with contentment. "Though no garden, the presence of water is one that
does my fea good." He comments absently.
Pausing a moment, the Tailor moves from the streams edge to the stairs. with a
frustrated effort, the crafter lowers himself
to sit upon the stairs. "How goes for you Lostiriel? Have you been busy these
days since returning from the North?"
Smiling, Lostiriel nods. "I can only imagine the impatience that must go along
with limited movement. I am sure that you are
greatly relieved to be aided so that you can taste that freedom." Turning her
gaze to the calm, peaceful face of the water,
Lostiriel sighs and nods. "Indeed, you are right. It is soothing and
strangely...comforting." Lostiriel then turns back to
gaze up at Galharth as he sits upon the stair, and pauses, tilting her head to
the side as she considers his question. "Life
goes well for me. I must confess that it feels...different than it did before,
like it does when, having grown used to one
season, it changes, and you find yourself having to adjust. But it goes well,
nevertheless. And while I have had some tasks
to keep me busy since my return, I have not been too heavily burdened." She
laughs here, looking up with sparkling eyes.
"But, perhaps I have had more to keep me 'moving' than you." She looks pointedly
at his cane and grins, her teasing light,
as she laughs softly again.
Lifting his cane and laying it over his lap, the clothier looks towards the
Courier. "Change is not soemthing that comes
easy to our people." Galharth says as he turns his eyes towards the stream. "Try
as we might to prevent movement of time,
and the resulting change, it can not be helped. Learning, also valued by our
people is also change." Chuckling softly and
lifting his cane to toy with it's balance upon his hand, he once more looks
towards Lostiriel. "What frustration we set upon
ourselves. Ever craving knowledge, we shy from change, yet it is the wanting of
one that leads to the other."
Tilting his head, he offers a half smile. "If you need something to do, and
you're finished with your internship with the
Order, perhaps you can seek out either Galadriel or Niinaeth, and put forth the
effort to learn another language."
Turning serious, Lostiriel's normally teasing eyes turn solemn and her smooth
face loses its smile as it grows thoughtful.
"Often, it is not only that we do not like change, I think it is something
more...it is feared. I know that I do, especially
now. I suppose that the whole experience changed me, and I am afraid of that
because, in some way, I feel that I lost
something. And yet I gained something else, as well. For there is a new
depth...a new growth that has forever altered me.
And so, further, to fear change is to fear learning, because sometimes learning
brings about a knowledge that is both
painful and joyous, and the intermingling of these emotions can bring on a
poignance that deepens the soul and strengthens
the heart." Here she falters, for the effort of putting her long held emotions
into words is clearly difficult. "We do
strive to learn, you are right. But the knowledge we find is not always what we
hoped for." Her eyes shimmer, and she
blinks, pausing for a moment. Then, continuing, she answers, "In fact, Calriel
is going to begin teaching me a language."
She moves forward and takes a seat next to Galharth, gazing out and upon the
water with a deepened gaze.
Crystal blue eyes peer sympathetically towards Lostiriel. When she finishes
speaking, he offers a sad smile. "I understand,"
he says simply in a voice that rings of understanding. "Such is the feeling when
innocence is lost to the moment of
enlightenment." Turning his cane so that it rests upon the bottom step, he
shrugs his shoulders. "For me it was the first
meeting of a Troll, and it seems that you share that as well. Certainly it's an
ill sign of the times, when a Troll impacts
our lives."
"You would learn from Calriel? What language have you chosen?" The clothier
asks.
Eyes still shining brightly from both sadness and new-found wisdom, Lostiriel
meets Galharth's sympathetic gaze and answers,
"It is sad, indeed, and an ill sign as well, as you say. But...such is life, no
matter when it is lived. It begins with
innocence and then, as one changes and the world changes, as it always does, one
begins to truly see and the heart opens,
recieving both joy and pain. But this is what it is to live, I think. To feel
and grow and understand." She lifts her slight
shoulders, and then lets them drop. Then, turning to his other question, she
answers, "I have not yet chosen. I only spoke
to Calriel recently, and then only briefly."
A nod responds to the Couier's words. "I myself chose to learn the common
tongue. I will of course expand beyond that, but
later." Galharthy says with a half smile. Lowering his head, he peers at his
cane, and then as if suddenly inspired by
something he looks up. "I've been thinking of doing a project on Lorien's great
houses. Would you care to work with me? It
would be an interesting history project, and a great value to the Royal Court."
He chuckles softly. "It's learning, but I
suppose it would all do us well to learn about the families that dwell within
the Wood."
A grin overtakes the solemn features once more as interest floods Lostiriel's
grey eyes. "I think I shall be learning
Quenya... But yes, I would like to work with you on it. And yes, it is learning,
but this kind seems innocent enough. Truly,
though, it does sound fascinating." She nods and continues, "And it would be
valuable and informative, but intriguing to
work on."
A soft slapping against the marble floors now becomes audible. Obviously
footsteps, they draw closer until an young elleth
appears. A thin brown cloak, held tight together hides most her body, except for
her face which peeks from within a hood.
Her dirty feet are also visable. Pausing, she stands at the top of the stairs
and looks down on the pair conversing. The
slapping soon continues as she slowly descends. Without a word she comes down
beside Galharth and flicks her cloak behind
her back, though it still it attaches about the neck. "Galharth.." she says
softly with a warm smile as she sits silently
beside the ellon. Hands folding on her lap. Her young eyes dart back and forth
on the pair as they take turns speaking.
"Understanding begins with knowledge," Galharth comments absently. Setting his
cane firmly upon the stairs, the clothier
seems to be preparing to pull himself into a standing position. "Perhaps as a
gift for taking the time to allow us time to
interview the housemembers, I can present the Indiri with an embroidered flag
depicting their house symbol and motto."
Glancing towards the elleth as she comes to rest beside him, the Tailor smiles.
"Well met, Tauriel. How are you this lovely
eve?"
"I think that would be a lovely gift, Galharth." Then, peering around Galharth,
Lostiriel smiles toward Tauriel. "Well met."
Then, standing, Lostiriel steps back, "Well it has been lovely talking to you
Galharth, but I must go now." She offers
another smile at Tauriel, waving goodbye. Then, swiftly, she walks away, melting
into the darkness.
The pretty young elleth sits comfertably on the marble stairs. Her hands run
down the front of her gown, carefully smoothing
the fine silken material. Her dirty toes flicker about. Offering a slow nod to
Lostrirel as she darts away. "This lovely eve
finds me well.." she says softly, her gaze tuning to Galharth beside her. "With
that Elleth, your conversation did I
desturb.."
"It has indeed been a pleasure, Lostiriel," Galharth says as he lifts a hand to
wave a departure towards the elleth. When
she has long faded into the shadows of the night, the clothier turns towards
Tariel.
"You didn't disturb us, mellon. In fact you were more than welcome to join. It
was a discussion of the Royal Court, but
could be well discussed by any within any of the Guilds." Pausing a moment, the
ellon peers closely at the lovely lady. "I
don't think you ever mentioned what job or guild held your interest or time.
Could you tell me now?"
"On that subject, my thoughts often drift.." she remarks softly, flicking some
loose hair behind an ear. Her dark brown eyes
focus on Galharth pleasently. "My walks through the forests bring me joy daily.
A hard time I have, imagining doing anything
more with my time."
"Alas, it sounds as if you hold the heart of a Forester," Galharth says with a
soft smile. "It is an honored position within
the crafter's guild, as those who hold such title have a great bond with the
trees of our home."
With a grimace, the Tailor hoists himself to his feet, leaning heavily upon his
cane. "If you'd like, I can set you within
the Guild, and start you along the path to be counted among the Foresters."
Tauriel raises to her feet and hooks her arm around the inside Galharth's elbow.
Her cloak falls over her shoulders, thought
it hangs open. "Think on that I will. I realise that more responsiblities will
be expected of me, now that I'm three
hundred." she says softly. "You wish to walk, Galharth?"
"Indeed, I need to get back to the Weaves Talan to finish a few projects."
Galharth comments as he takes a step from the
stairs that lead upwards. "And do consider the option, Tauriel. Should you wish
to join the ranks of Forester, come see me
again, and I will be glad to see to it personally."
Again, the Tailor takes a step away. Pausing he turns towards the elleth. "Enjoy
the eve deal lady." And with that, the
crafter turns and wanders away.
*Tap* *Tap* *Tap* The sound follows the ellon as he moves away and disappears
into the night.
Tauriel claps her cloak together and watches Galharth step away. Though
physically mature, her youthful eyes watch the ellon
vanish into the darkness.. "Pleasant evening, Galharth..." she says softly,
likely unheard. With a slight smile she turns
and returns to her usual solitary exhistance..