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IC time is: Nighttime < About 10:07 PM >
IC day is: Orbelain <Valar-day>
IC date is: 8 Iavas <Autumn>
Moon phase: Waxing Gibbous <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: Fri Jul 27 16:22:25 2007
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Shaded Lawn
A narrow length of green lawn surrounded by tall trees; the trees that spring from the midst of the lawn itself dapple the grass with the cool shade of their boughs. Thick groves of brightly-shining mellyrn line the west and south sides of the greensward, reaching for the moon with their upswept limbs, while an old birdnest rests in one of the hedges near the northward path. Overhead, spread out in all their many-splendored glory, the stars are shining.

Contents:
Galharth
Curanolas
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Sitting beneath a mallorn tree, staring up in its branches, Curanolas sits. She laughs as a few leaves drift down from something rustling above her. "Come back down, Pigenmellon," she calls into the tree. "You won't find acorns up there." A confused chittering comes from the tree. "No, you won't," she reassures. "I promise. However," she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small pouch filled with nuts, "I have something for you, my little prince." There is a rustling of leaves as the squirrel-prince scampers down and onto his mistress' lap. She hands him a nut. He bobs his cricleted brow to her and munches quite happily at the nut. She chuckles.

Wandering into the Shaded Lawn, the Tailor Galharth skirts around the edge of the garden, flittering in and out of the shadows. As he nears Curanolas, he nods his head in greeting. "Well met," he says softly. His eyes flicker over the squirrel curiously. "It is rare that any of the first born in Lorien to set anything as a pet. Is this something learned in Imladhrim?" he asks.

Curanolas chuckles softly. "No," she says. "It is more likely that Pigenmellon adopted me than I him." She smiles up at Galharth. "He found me in a tree. I fed him a nut. And it was the start of a wonderful realtionship." She giggles fondly at the squirrel then turns to the Tailor. "Care to join me, mellon?"

"Did he find you here in Lorien, or did he follow you from the north?" Galharth asks as he settles into the shadows nearby. "And thank you. I'm not much company, but I've found this garden to be particularly useful of late." Pausing, he leans against a trunk, relaxing. "I suppose I can stay a while till better company finds you."

"He found me in Imladris," she says. "And you are fine company, Galharth." She smiles at the Tailor. "You don't have to stand so far away, either. Pigenmellon does not bite peope, just eats nuts." She pats the little squirrel on the head. He chitters happily and bobs his head at Galharth as though agreeing with his mistress' words.

"Perhaps the squirrels to the north are different, for the ones here in Lorien still hold their wild state." Pausing, the ellon's face turns towards the center of the city as if looking towards the home of Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn. "Recently we had an incident where a squirrel entered the Lady's chambers and managed a bit of damage whilst seeking food."

In the shadows, his head can be seen turning once more, gazing towards Lorien's guest. "I feel more comfortable within the shadows for the time being.... no offense is intended. In a way it allows me to be alone while still being in the company of others."

Curanolas nods gently. "I understand," she says softly, handing Pigenmellon another nut. Instead of devouring it, he carefully places it in his mouth and scampers toward the Tailor. Skittering up the Tailor's leg and arm, he perches on his shoulder and offers the nut, chittering softly. "He wants you to not be so sad," the elleth translates. "He thinks the nut will help you."

Discomfort is clear as the Tailor tenses as the squirrel scampers over first his leg then his arm. "The last I've considered fur at my neck, it was from a pelt," Galharth mutters with a warning peer towards the creature. "Perhaps it's best that you call him back. I'm not used to, nor comfortable with, creatures on my person."

Sensing the ellon's discomfort, Pigenmellon takes his nut and scampers back to his mistress, chittering at her confuzzledly. "It's okay, my little prince," she says. "Galharth is not feeling well." Pigenmellon turns and cocks his head at the Tailor, squeaking apologetically at him. "He says that he is sorry for causing you discomfort."

Watching the squirrel from the shadows, he nods. "I've had more than one unpleasant moment with beasts of late." Settling again against the tree, he sighs and looks about the garden. "Have you gotten the blessing you wished for?" He asks, changing the topic with his question.

Curanolas nods, petting the squirrel's tail as he eats another nut. She smiles at the Tailor. "If you are up to it, I'm pretty sure Celebringil still needs his clothes altered."

"I'd be glad to do what altering that is needed, though I will need to know when it is needed. Will the wedding take place here in Lorien?" Galharth asks as he shifts his weight against the tree. "Or will the event take place when you return to Imladhrim?"

"We'll be getting married here then travelling back to Imladris," she says. "Although, a date has not been set, nor have we found someone to officiate." She sighs softly, no sign of injury from earlier in her movements as she chases her squirrel-prince as he scampers about her torso, teasing her. She giggles.

"Perhaps you could ask the Lady, or even the Lord. Both are usually quite pleased to participate in a joyous occasion," the Tailor suggests as he shifts against the tree, while reaching down to pick up a small leaf. "Or at the least, I'm sure the house head of your parents house would be glad to do the deed," he says as he twirls the leaf between his fingers.

Looking up, Curanolas' smile broadens. "That is a splendid idea," she says. "Thank you. It would be an honor to have the Lady or Lord offciate." Pigenmellon pauses in his scampering to look up at Galharth and bob a bow, chittering happily at him. "Pigenmellon says that he thinks the idea is wonderful, too." The squirrel-prince resumes his scampering escapade. The linnor giggles and grabs for the squirrel's tail. "Stop that, silly beast," she scolds teasingly, handing him a nut. Pigenmellon squeaks and goes at the nut post haste.

Nodding his head he offers a smile that shines through the shadows in which he sits. "I'm glad I could help." He says, rising up to his feet. "I've got to return to the Weavers Talan, to finish a project for the Guards. If altering is needed, then please feel free to stop by."

Stepping out of the shadows, he bows his head again. "Thank you for the company, mellon, it was pleasant. I'm sure we'll have the pleasure of repeating this again soon." With that Galharth turns and wanders out of the Garden.