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IC time is: Day
IC date is: 28 Iavas <Autumn>
Moon phase: First Quarter <VISIBLE>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 15 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3039>
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RL time: Thu Nov 29 15:58:10 2006
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Near the Great Tree
You stand next to a giant Mallorn tree, the tallest in the entire world. Its silver bark is beautiful and unblemished, and the golden leaves above are as large as shields. A ladder hangs down from above, leading high up into the branches of the giant tree. Three elves stand guard at the base of the tree. A room is to the rear of the tree, around to the north.

Participants:
Galharth
Mia
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The sun peeks over the tops of the trees of Lothlorien, it's bright gaze scouring the land as it begins it's trek across the sky, welcoming a sleepy land to another day. Birds chirp, squirrels skitter as they rush to gether nuts, and the ever-wakeful quendi begin their daylight duties.

Take Mia, for example. Arms loaded with an odd assortment of items (glue, a large box that keeps jumping slightly, and a bag of nuts, to name a few), she staggers slightly as she tries to keep her path straight... even though her eyes barely clear the top of her pile. There are those who stop and stare, whispering and chuckling, their heads wagging from side to side as she passes by, but she pays them little attention. With a deep breath, a gentle toss of her hair, and a squaring of her shoulders, she reaches the base of the great tree. And looks up.... and up... and up, giving a great sigh of resignation.

Wandering the wood in pursuit of relaxation, and perhaps inspiration, the Clothier Galharth finds himself strolling near the Great Tree. Glancing upwards, the sight is a glorious one, and he pauses his wanderings a moment in order to take a deep breath. A look of pleasure crosses over his expression as the scents of summer fill his lungs and tickle his senses. Dropping his gaze, that look of pleasure quickly fades as he catches sight of a friend who appears in need.

No hesitation exists, and the tall silver haired ellon rushes forward. "Here...." he calls out. "...let me help." As he nears Mia, he begins to take what he can, cutting her burden but what he hopes to be at least half.

"Ahhhh...." Mia says, with no small amount of hesitation and concern in her tone, "Oh... okay." Handing over what she can, she pauses but for a moment before clutching the noisy box to her chest. "I can get this one, I'm sure. And I'm not going far, so you don't really have to help me too much. Just, uhm... dropping some things off for, ah, Galadriel." She shifts uneasily from foot to foot, a rather odd smile springing up on her lips. "Nothing, really, just some odds and ends." The box takes that moment to thump, the elleth doing her best to keep it under control and pretend as if nothing were amiss.

Shifting and balancing Mia's items with ease, the Clothier shrugs his shoulders in response to the lady's words. "Far or near, it matters not. I certainly wouldn't let a friend go without help when I'm perfectly able to provide some assistance." Not catching her smile or any strangeness in her behavior, Galharth instead eyes the items in his hands with curiosity. "You are right about one thing, there are some odd ends here." A soft chuckle escapes his lips, but the sound ends a short moment after it had begun. "Anyway, lead on, and I'll be happy to follow and perform whatever task might be needed."

"Well, then!" Mia smiles brightly and turns to head up the stairs, the box preceeding her as they ascend.

Mia climbs up the white ladder.

Galharth climbs up the rope into the tree

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Open Talan
Here the ladder meets its first broad flet before continuing upwards through the overhanging boughs. The talan here is large and flat, supported around the trunk in a circle on six sturdy branches. Cushioned chairs sit arranged beside a sideboard filled with all manner of bread and fruit and cheese and drinks for guests. The platform is surrounded by leaves save to the southwest, where a rope bridge slips between the branches.

All about you, the wide green leaves are beginning to gain a rich golden sheen. Sunlight feels its way along the tree's spreading crown, softened by its journey in the boughs.
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"Exactly where are we dropping these items off at?" Galharth asks as he dutifully follows the Lady's Companion.

As they reach the main meeting hall, Mia pauses to take a look around the talan. "I had considered here, but so many people come through... it just wouldn't be as special." She mutters, almost to herself but for the audience of one. "But her chamber... yes, she's sure to find it there. And no mistaking the message, either, as she'd be sure to assume that it was some sort of mistake if it was found here." She turns, and once more heads upward.

Mia climbs up higher in to the trees.

Galharth climbs higher up the long ladder, passing several flets on your way to the vast hall of the Lord and Lady.

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Royal Chamber
The chamber is filled with a soft light; its walls are green and silver and its roof gilt with gold. At the center grows the smooth, straight trunk of its mallorn, tapering to its crown at this height and yet making still a pillar of solid girth. A wide flet built upon its strongest branches supports the vast oval chamber.

Canopied by living boughs, two chairs sit side by side in the shadow of the mallorn bole. At the edge of the hall across the chairs, a white ladder leads down towards the hilltop far below.
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"And not here..." Mia says as they pass through, "I mean, who comes here? Diplomats and the like. Oh! Now there's a thought!" She exclaims with delight. "The Royal Court, as well! Niinaeth would love it, and the others... well, it would be funny to see the look on Faelion's face." She chuckles as she passes the guards, not a moment's time wated on them, "My dear cousin would be quite amusing to behold... way too serious." She shakes her head and moves on towards the curtain, and beyond.

Galharth's step faulters slightly as Mia speaks. "Her chamber? Message?" he asks as his brow furrows slightly. "Forgive me, it all sounds a little confusing. I suppose one has to be at the start to fully understand some things." The Clothier mutters to himself. Suddenly realizing that Mia is still moving forward and gaining distance, he hurries to catch up.

Rounding the corner, Mia's works inspire yet a more intense reaction. His expression deepens into utter confusion. "Should I even venture to ask what exactly is going on? Or should I just enjoy the company?" Too late, he is once more forced to hurry his step to catch up. "Hold on... I'm coming!"

Mia heads east, pushing aside the curtain.

Galharth heads east, pushing aside the curtain.

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Hallway
This small hallway is formed by the arching boughs of the great silver mallorn trees, the deep golden leaves of the mallorn reflecting the light of a single candle at the end of the hallway and casting light upon its entire length. Doors lead off to private bedrooms along the sides off into the branches.
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"I thought it didn't matter, so long as you were helping a friend in need." Mia says with a grin as she passes through the curtain into the hallway. But you can ask; by all means, please do! It is nothing horrible, though it will be quite a suprise, I am sure. You see, there was a day not long ago that the Lady and I were discussing, well, a little bit of everything. This was, as it just so happens, coinciding with a visit from a particularly dry diplomat or historian, or some such, who went on for such a very long time about nothing and nearly bored us to tears. Afterwards, we spoke about amusement and fun and the unexpected."

She pauses and turns, holding the box up briefly, "This , my friend, is the unexpected. This is fun." And with that, she enters the Lady's quarters.

"No, no, no, I will certainly help without question." Galharth says quickly in response. "That wasn't what I meant." He glances at the items in hand, and then to Mia, and the curiosity remains firmly planted on his expression. "I'm just curious."

As Mia finishes her words, the Clothier tilts his head slightly. "Well, if it doesn't involve drinking paint as Maglind happened upon this week, then it seems almost a duty to bring a little amusement and fun into the lives of others. In fact, I'd be more than happy to bring something pleasant into anothers life....if you'll let me help that is."

Mia pauses as the paint-drinking incident is mentioned as, head tilted slightly before a gentle shake and soft sigh, she moves on. "Oh, I will make sure that you get credit for this, as well, and I know that Galadriel will love it."

Mia steps into Galadriel's Chambers.

Galharth steps into Galadriel's Chambers.

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Galadriel's Bedchamber
The room is dominated by a large feather bed in the middle, with a frame that is carved into the likeness of Telperion, the tree of Valinor. There are windows hidden in the leaves that are the walls, all over the room, making the room bright with light at all hours. There are lamps scattered through the room that give off a soft glow. The walls are also covered with soft woven tapestries made from Galadriel's hand. Near a large window are two branch-made chairs with cushions on them. A table nearby holds a tea set and some biscuits on a plate. The room is decorated modestly, and it holds no clue as to who the owner of the place is.
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Mia walks over to the table and begins clearing a space among the tea set for the box. "You can put that stuff anywhere.... the glue we won't need until we are about to leave, and the onions, well, those we'll deal with first." She puts the box behind her as she approaches Galharth (a mischevious gleam in her eyes), and it gives a swift, but half-hearted "Thump!"

The ellon's eyes open wide as he scan's the room. His mouth opens slightly and it's clear that he's impressed with the view. "Lovely, just lovely." Galharth comments as he approaches the bed. Looking around he pauses and gently lowers his burden to sit upon the corner of the Lady's bed. "The Lady Galadriel has excellent taste, quite impressive actually." Turning he folds his arms over his chest as he brings a single finger to rest upon his chin. "Only thing I'd change is that she needs whisper thin curtains to soften the transition from outdoors to in."

The "Thump" gives him pause and he looks to the approaching Mia for explanation. "Onions? Whatever could be amuzing about onions?" He asks as he turns to look at the paraphernalia now resting on the corner of the bed.

Mia shrugs nonchallantly as she reaches for one of the bundles and moves towards the head of the bed, "Well, I was thinking they might make nice sachets for her pillows... and clothing. Give her things an interesting aroma, as flowers are just so overdone." And with that, she takes the small bundle and thrusts it into one of the pillow cases, and then moves on towards the next. She giggles, "And then, I was thinking of tacking the edges of the entrance curtain with a bit of this glue that we use that will stick ANYTHING together, and holds wonderfully well, and we might use some of it to glue some things down. Like tea sets!" by now, she is grinning broadly, her excitement apparent. "But the best thing is what is in the box... all else pales in comparison!" The other pillow done, she moves on to the upholstered chairs and the small, decorative pillows that adorn them. "I know it all seems to be a bit much, but she really will love it and it will bring a smile to her face for centuries to come. Just... trust me."

Snorting, the Clothier drops his finger to lay atop his folded arms. "If you're going to bring out the scent, you need to break the skin or at the very least crush the bulbs. That's how a long lasting sachet is made." As Mia shoves the bundle of onions under the pillows, Galharth is left blinking. "I strongly suspect that this prank.... and I do say prank, not fun, not amuzement, definately prank.....is going to be heard all over the wood." The silvery haired ellon blinks again, and chews slightly on his lip. "I certainly hope the Lady sees this as funny, because if we're caught, we're going to be picking weeds for a few hundred years."


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