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IC time is: Early Night < About 9:24 PM >
IC day is: Orgilion <Stars-day>
IC date is: 42 Rhiw <Winter>
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: Sun Sep 16 09:08:08 2007
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Riverside, Naith of Lorien
You stand riverside, in Dwimordene, amidst the grey boles of the mellyrn and the concealing underbrush on the eastern banks of the river Celebrant. It is here in these golden woods where the rolling foothills of the Misties come to an end and the Elven realm of Lothlorien, often called Dwimordene or Dreamland by men, begins. It's Winter, and the mellyrn's golden leaves fill their boughs as they sleep the winter away. Presently, soft moonlight bathes the night forest in a silver light while the brighter stars glitter through the leafy canopy.

Contents:
Tolur
Lagorith
Lostiriel
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Early night within the woods of lothlorien, on guard at the naith is Lagorith of the order. He keeps an especialy sharp eye across the river though unlikely anything will go this long unoticed things have been crazy with the orcs on the northern border. He now is on full report though taking a look behind him into the trees for a moment. He walks back and forth up to the rive taking a carefull look acrossed.

In the early evening, the brilliant white stars above highlight the golden leaves of the canopies that stretch out over the Naith of Lothlorien. Night animals call out, but for the most part the forest is silent. In the great tree near the river, a branch moves and a few leaves spiral into the clearing below. Something moves overhead.... or does it? Silently a shadow moves. A figure leaps forth. After a moment of flight, the shadowy figure tuchs himself into a ball, rolling twice in the air, before stretching feet first just before reaching the ground. Softly, booted feet touch ground, and the figures knees dipping slightly to cushion the landing. Standing upright, and turning his face into the starlight above, the Warden Tolur now comes into view. "Well met, Mellon." the Guard says softly. "All is quiet both along the river this night." Pausing, he glances to the river at its mention. Turning back to the other, his brow rises. "Do you bring news?"

The guard turns sharply at the other entering. He sees another elven form and turns back towards the river experiance had told him to take no chances. He turns back around after making final note across the river. "Well met, aye nothing to report as of yet, but am taking no chances with all that has been going on." with this said he takes a few more steps on the patrol. "Everything clear on the northern borders?" Lagorith asks this but is still marching on patrol.

"That is the word when last I left." Tolur says as he moves silently. Glancing along the river, and then to the north east, the Guard sighs. "It seems we've sent them on the run for now." Flipping his grey cloak over his left shoulder he turns his gaze towards the other. "There is rumor that this was only a leading edge of a greater attack, and yet I am hopeful it is just that.... a rumor."

"Taking a step to the river edge the ellon drops quietly to one knee. Reaching forth he places his hand in the icy cold water. "Perhaps winter will keep them away, but we should plan and prepare for the spring."

Lagorith looks back to the other "We can only hope, I would like to regroup before they come back in any force." with this he looks back across the river for only another brief moment before stepping back a bit and taking a knee. "Any word on the wounded?" he asks as he has not had the chance to check on them up until this point. "I have not been able to make it to see any yet." this elven warrior stands back to full height.


"I suspect that our commanders will soon send forth their orders," Tolur says, then, rising up from the water he turns to face Lagorith with a chuckle, "But at this time, I think we can all guess what the orders might be." His chuckle soften and disappears, and he shrugs. "It's just be a while since we last needed to prepare."

At the mention of the wounded, a deep sadness washes over the Warden's expression. "Most have been released back to duty. Maglind will follow soon, I think." He looks away, clearly concerned as he continues. "The Tailor.... it will be some time till the Healers will know the direction he takes."

A slight rustling stirs the trees, the leaves whispering together in the night, perhaps stirred by wind...or something else. Soft footsteps seem to herald the arrival of something, but they abruptly stop, hesitating for a moment. Then, suddenly, Lostiriel pushes through the branches, her pale face silvered by starlight as she peers out through wide, shimmering eyes. She stands still for a moment, examining those gathered next to the river, then moves closer, nodding to them in greeting.

The sounds of another approaching are met with welcome this time instead of caution, the warden patroling closely to the river backs up a bit but only waits, he listens to the other speak "Yes, but it is good we have been a bit to lucky of late years of training doesnt stay honed with idleness. Not that I wish harm to any but more realization of the time we all live in." Lagorith looks back as the elleth walks through the bushes "Well met. It is good to hear that things go largely well for our healers." he says this but gives nother brief glance to the river. "What brings you to the naith at this hour?"

"Indeed...." the Guard starts to say in response, only to fall silent. At the sound of the rusting brush, Tolur turns towards the sound, as he moves his arm reaches over his shoulder and both bow and arrow are drawn forth with fluid ease. With arrow knocked against the string of the bow, the Warden takes careful aim to the center of the movement. "Identify yourself!" he hisses forth.

Catching sight of the Courier, the ellon quickly drops his bow's aim. "Forgive me! Time of late on the border has set me to arm first and ask questions second." A quick smile flashes, and drops in obvious embarrassment as he awaits the elleth's answer to Lagorith's question.

Abruptly freezing as she breaks free from the trees, Lostiriel stares at Tolur with startled eyes, gazing at him like a frightened doe caught suddenly off guard. She stands still in the few seconds in takes Tolur to recognize her, then releases an explosive sigh as he lowers his bow. "Have the days grown so grim that we see enemies in the faces of friends?" she asks lowly, shaking her head. But there is a new caution in her movements as she comes forward, repling to Lagorith, "Yes, well met. And I suppose that I simply felt drawn here, my spirit in some need..." and here she trails off, watching the river as it rushes along.

Lagorith looks to the elleth a moment "I'm afraid it is so m'lady especially with the latest happenings, and the dark of night though it doesnt dull our eyes senses are enchanced." with this the warden walks over towards her. "I understand the pull of the woods indeed, but I only ask that you are careful at such times this place has in the past has been prone to danger of passersby so to speak."

Tucking both bow and arrow back onto his back, the Warden frowns. "It is not so much that we see foe in friend, but until it is friend revealed.....they must be assumed to be enemy." Taking a step closer to the Courier, he tilts his head. "I am sorry, Lostiriel." he says with a warm sincerity.

Glancing around the Naith, the frown upon Tolur's lips remains. "Many a trip to other realms has started in this place." he comments. Glancing to the elleth his frown fades to an expression of neutrality. "Perhaps deep down, your heart plans a trip to seek help to the seige of evil upon our lands?"

"Of course, and I shall be careful," Lostiriel assures Lagorith, smiling away his concerns. Turning then to Tolur, she nods in understanding. "I have had cause to well understand what you speak of. It seems impossible to tell what shadows hide..." She stops abruptly at his next question and her expression turns veiled for a moment. In something that has been recently developed, Lostiriel hides her thoughts and emotions, keeping her normally expressive face and eyes blank as she contemplates his question. A few steps are taken along the river, a soft puff of wind stirring the long tresses of her hair, sending her cloak dancing about her feet as she moves. "In my heart, I am uncertain as to what should be done," she replies honestly, and when she turns back the full force of naked emotion is read upon her face. "My heart is clouded, even to me, stifled by the threat of evil. I have seen what it has done to one that I care about, dearly, and I am angry... And I wish that I could do something...if only to escape this feeling of helplessness..."

Lagorith looks to each in turn but walks again down closer to the river in his patrol. He turns though back to towards the both again "Both are valid the dark times it can easily be friend or foe though I wish it were not the case, the woods are protected well by the order." The warden flips the cloak off his shoulder a moment. "You can be made not compleatly defenseless why not seek those of the order who are set to train those of the woods to fight back. You may become skilled and in this situation know exactly what is needing to be done." with this he looks to see the reaction from the ellth.

Reaching out a comforting hand, the Guard lightly touches Lostiriel's shoulder. "I understand, Lostiriel. You feel as we all do, and it is understandable." Lowering and tilting his head, Tolur looks up into the Courier's face. "Your best course it to do what you can do. And while we might suggest preparation as Lagorith does, I can only say to not try to be something you are not. The Royal Court has a number of tools at their command that can aid us all." Smiling, he offers a sincerity to his words. "Speak with the Minister, and see if there is something she can suggest."

Looking up at Lagorith, Lostiriel appears to be considering his words, head tilted to the side as he speaks. She nods, quietly considering, then listens as Tolur offers his own advice. She smiles softly and says, "You both offer wise advice. I suppose we must all find something to aid us in these times. And I will find something that shall aid me, and I will speak with the Minister." Her gentle eyes look from Lagorith to Tolur in warm affection and she breaths deeply of the cold, night air.

The warden looks to both again as they give there ideas for this situation. "All you can do is trust yourself to do what's right for your own peace of mind if that is to take up arms, than i'd say that if it is to swear away fighting and become a healer, than that is your option." Lagorith says this, and than removes the hood from his head so his features are visable again to the night.

"She is of the Court, Lagorith." Tolur said with a sigh, "As with my brother-in-law who now lies in the hands of the Healers. We know them to pick up arms if they must, but we also know many who favor the use of a silver tongue." Offering a smile to Lostiriel, he drops his hand and steps towards the brush. "This dear lady is known for much along the borders, for without arms, she spirited many to safety out of the hands of a terrible Troll. Nay, she is no Healer, but a very brave and special lady."

Bowing his head, first to Lagorith, and then to the Courier, his face falls within the shadows. "I return now to the Field Hospital to see to my brother-in-laws condition. Good eve...." With that he steps into the shadows.

Glowing under the words of Tolur, Lostiriel replies, "I feel that much of what is said is overly exagerated, but I thank you for your words of praise, Tolur." She then turns and walks toward the trees, "I thank you both for your words of counsel, it was good to talk to you." She nods to them both and waves goodbye, then disapears into the trees.