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IC time is: Nighttime
IC day is: Oranor <Sun-day>
IC date is: 37 Firith <Fading>
Moon phase: First Quarter <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 Aug 27
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Treetop Cell

This flet is unlike anything you ever expected to see in Lorien. The iron bars in the small window of the only
door suggest to you that if you are here against your wishes, you probably have done something very wrong. The only means
for your comfort in here are a small row of cots against one wall.

Decorating one of the walls, is a fascinating charcoal painting; defacing one of the others are some crude carvings.

Contents:
Tolur (Temped by Galharth)
Tauriel
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The young elleth Tauriel sits at the edge of a cot. Leaning forward, elbows on her knees, she
stares with saddened eyes at the floor. Her only movement, is slow soft breaths. Hair fallen loose from her broken ear, she
makes no attempt to fix. The blossoms and leaves that decorate her head are browning. Beside her, A thin brown cape,matching
gloves and fine green silk gown lay across the bed. She sits wearing a well warn light pink undergown..

Pausing outside the cell door, Tolur peers into the cell at the young elleth dwelling within. His eternal features are
marred by a frown and a furrowed brow as he peers at her sad form. "Have you considered your situation yet?" He asks flatly.

Barely moves, her head tilts slightly at the addressing voice. "You 'locked' me in a 'cage'..." she
responds in a soft hurt tone.

"Ah, I see that you still miss the point." Tolur says flatly as he leans a shoulder against the cell doorjam. "You're here
for your own actions. None but you are responsible. Perhaps if you look at the larger picture, you might come to an
understanding." Standing upright he shrugs his shoulders. "The matter was not of your concern Tauriel, do you at least
understand that?"

Tauriel continues to lean her elbows onto her knees. Slowly her head raises, and turns to look toward the cell
door... "You 'LOCKED' me in a 'CAGE'" she outbursts, tears already beginning to fall. The young elleth looks on Tolur with a
mixture of sadness and anger.

Shaking his head, the ellon's eyes flicker with pity. "And you may well remain here until you've come to acceptance with the
fact that you violated standing orders, and disregarded instruction of a Guard who held authority to maintain the security
and safety of our realm." Tolur says, pausing a moment to click his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "One can not
hope to correct their failings until they admit to a failing. Until such time as you admit it and make reasonable plans to
prevent the reoccurance, you might well remain her, or face a higher authority for more drastic corrective measures."
Pausing again, he tilts his head. "Is anything breaking through your anger? Or is it your preference to stew?"

Tauriel slowly raises to her feet and turns toward the entrance. Obviously upset, she clasps the bars and looks up
too Tolur. "A 'cage' Tolur.." Tauriel says softly, the young silvan obviously unable to handle captivity well." Many years,
known each other we have, let me out. Please..".. Pressing her head against the bars she closes her eyes.. "My Lothlorien,
dissopearing it is. Cannot join it, I can't.. My heart, crys to go with..."

Shrugging his shoulders slightly, he looks away towards the hedge on the opposite side of the Garden. "I'd like to think
that we crafters put such effort into all that we do as most of what we make lasts hundreds of years or longer. Poor
workmanship can haunt a crafter, as I'm sure it would a Bard." Galharth says as he turns his gaze back to the Scholar

A sad smile flickers on the ellon's lips. "I've not neglected any appointments. In fact, I've searched out Ostiel to help
over and above what was needed. I'll work itself out, perhaps with a little time."

"As you relax whilst surrounded by your project, I suppose I am doing the same." The clothier says as he sifts his position
on the bench. "Lostiriel and I have been speaking with various house members to gather information for an updated book on
the Great Houses of Lothlorien. It's a project for the Royal Court, one that will be helpful for all I think."

Crossing his arms over his chest, Tolur's gaze hardens. "I've no sympathy for you Tauriel." the Guard says flatly. "We all
contribute in some manner. Edhel with much more experience than you or I contribute above and beyond what could be hoped
for, and yet all manage to follow the rules." The ellon's eyes narrow slightly, and his voice lowers to the level near that
of a growl, "Who do you think you are, a young adult, unwilling to cast your path into a profession to learn how to
contribute, suddenly thinks she can go forth and just do whatever sets her fancy afire?"

Shaking his head, Tolur adds, "Nay, I'd be doing both you and this wood a disservice if I were to let you free before you
grasp the implications of what you've done."

The young elleth continues to press her head against the bars, her expression saddening further
with Tolur's words. Desperate she seems, bothered by the depression that often hit ellyns. Though it seems Tauriel is
especially bothered for one so young. "You dont understand.." she exhasperates, her eyes darting up to Tolur, full with
sincerity. "All I wanted, was to escape my thoughts Tolur... Plague me they do..."

Remaining stern for several long moments, the Guard finally signs as his expression softens. "It sounds as if you weary of
this world early Tauriel," Tolur says in a softer tone, "Perhaps rather than endangering the wood and all who dwell within,
perhaps you might wish to consider a journey that might take yo to the west, and into peace."

Tears heavily at the guards comment. Obviously this thought has crossed her mind before.
"Lothlorien, My forest, cannot leave." she says weakly, she looks down as if afraid of how the guard will take her next
statement. "Die here, prefur I would. Before the forest I remember as a young elleth is completely gone.."

"As long as the Lady Galadriel lives, then /your/ wood will remain as it was since well before your birth." Tolur says
flatly. "If you stay, then by all that we hold of any value, you must follow the laws and orders set forth." Offering a deep
throated growl of impatience, Tolur turns and steps away so to pace a few steps before returning. "You aren't stupid, and
yet your actions speak otherwise. You intended to set forth outside this wood with no training, no experience, and no escort
who might help you learn the ways that might safeguard yourself and the wood."

Sweeping a hand towards her as if to draw emphasis, he continues, "Look at yourself! Weeping like a child, and yet making
demands as an adult. Make your choice and set forth along a path to better yourself and gain greater understanding. Until
then, I have no sympathy for you and your antics."

From outside the cell door sounds drift in...

The wind blows, carrying with it an ungentle hint of winter. The slender bridge that connects the guard talan to this sways
with silent steps and the cold breath. Here is Maglind, crossing to the treetop cell, mien set like stone, and he is holding
a tray steadily in his hands.

The young elleth shakes her head and steps away from the gate.. "Understand me you do not.." she
says softly, looking on Tolur sadly. "The forest changes, even if unseen. Perhaps when walked the forest as much as I have
you'll understand.". Falling back onto the cot she turns her gaze back to the floor... "But you did not have to LOCK ME IN A
CAGE!!!!..."

"Alas, I've finally figured out what career you should seek Tauriel, perhaps I've come to see that you favor life of a
performing Bard," Tolur says flatly as he turns. Nodding towards Maglind he smiles as he inspects the tray. "Be warned,
Warden, drama is high, and sense is still flying out the window."

With that the Guard exits along the same path that Maglind had just entered.

Maglind pauses, pursing his lips. "I wonder if I shall be met with a beaker to the head," he comments, his light voice a
mask for a heavy face.

Silently he unlocks the door, pushing the tray inside, and shuts the cell tightly. Then he sits on the edge of the talan, on
a neighboring branch, staring down at the river in deep thought.