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IC time is: Dawn
IC date is: 70 Rhiw <Winter>
Moon phase: Waxing Crescent <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: Mon Sep 25 11:30 PM 2007
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Elven Path
The path continues to trace the main path through the mighty mallorn trees. You feel safe on this path, knowing that none but an elf can wander through this secluded path through the trees. Looking out on the main path meant for the self-cursed, you can see all that transpires.

Contents:
Tolur
Maglind
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Winter does not invade Lorien, not even in the lonely north. The sky before dawn is like a held breath, like an artist anxious to paint his colors with the sun. But the clouds hang thick and gloomy in the east, and breath clouds in the air like morning mist.

Silently, swiftly, a shape treads the path known only to elves. Grey-cloaked, it steps through the golden leaves, head bowed in thought.

Moving northwards, another shadowy figure mores with purpose, as if in search of someone, or perhaps something. Nearing another form, Tolur pauses, "Well met, mellon." he says in whispered tones, "I seek the Warden Maglind. Have you seen him?"

"No, I have not," replies the first, keeping his flaxen-haired head low and hidden away. "Perhaps you could lend me a mirror, Tolur."

Maglind raises his head, offering a short, desultory salute. "I am he. What did you seek?"

A brow lifts as Warden meets Warden, and finally Tolur chuckles. "In the shadows of the trees, we all look alike, don't we Magind?" he says as he crosses his arms over his chest. "And it is you I seek."

Unfolding his arms and stepping closer, the Guard tilts his head as he peers at the other. "Commander Legarwin has authorized a patrol to the north to seek out the Uruk camp that keeps our visitors near our border." Pausing he takes the final step to stand beside Maglind, he smiles. "I've suggested, and he's ordered you to lead this patrol."

Maglind blinks a moment; taken aback, he looks away. "Me?" he queries softly. "Surely there must have been better for such a long patrol. You, Lagorith, Father ..."

The warden stifles a short, nervous chuckle. "Very well. What does he ask for in this patrol?"

Shaking his head and chuckling softly, Tolur lets Maglind talk his way through acceptance of the assignment. "We all get something like this from time to time, my friend." he finally says.

"What the commander wants? He said to find the camp, and listen and learn." The Guard says, "No contact is to be made, if possible."

Maglind nods once. "How long are we to stay?" he asks, eyes impatient with questions. "And how many are we to be? What if we are found? Should we bring a healer?"

"So many questions," he says, lowering himself onto the ground. "Thank you, Tolur. I will begin plans immediately."

"It is to be a small party, three I believe was the number mentioned." Tolur says quickly. A smile forms on his lips and he shakes his head. "To put it simply, you're not to be found. Find them, observe, and leave."

The Guard's smile remains as he adds "If you need volunteers, I'd be glad to go with you."

Maglind grins ruefully. Above, the sky is waking, and the warden's eyes are as bright as fading stars. "Could you, Tolur? I don't know what we're going to find. And if we're found -- oh, Nienna ..."

"Three Elves, you and I. Who might you suggest for the third?"

"How can we be found?" Tolur asks with mock surprise. "Do we not practice the art of stealth with the frequency of a bird who takes flight?"

Lifting a finger to tap upon his chin the guard furrows his brow in thought. "There's quite a list to choose from. Perhaps a Sentinel that might enjoy the opportunity?"

"But they are wary like hunters snaring birds," answers Maglind, mock-serious and yet still gloomy. "It shall have to be a skilled Sentinel, then. I cannot allow any risks ..."

A thoughtful expression takes hold upon Tolur's face and he peers at Maglind, "We could take a human," he says in a soft, almost distant voice that suggests he's only just considered the option. "There's a couple who now visit if you'd wish to ask either to join."

A thoughtful expression takes hold upon Tolur's face and he peers at Maglind, "We could take a human," he says in a soft, almost distant voice that suggests he's only just considered the option. "There's a couple who now visit if you'd wish to ask either to join."

Maglind's eyes travel to the ground. "Perhaps," he replies, fingering the worn tracings of his swordhilt. "It might work, after all. But I doubt they are willing to take the argument of Orc versus Elf, that has lasted long before their kind."

"Ultimately, it falls to your decision to bring a Warden, Sentinel, or Human." Tolur says in a neutral tone. "It matters not to me since I'd be glad to go with anyone of your choosing."

With the corner of his mouth lifting slightly, he leans his head towards the other Warden. "It might bring forth entertainment to bring one of the humans. They often times have good stories to tell when the moments grow dull."

Trying to hide a smile, Maglind perches his face in his hands. "But we have no need of laughter on a patrol. It might be better to bring a gloomy-faced sentinel..."

He rises, running a hand absently through his hair. "I suppse we should start planning. It would be nice if we arrived before our enemies left. Will you be in the north for long, Tolur?"

"Given that I've agreed to accompany you, I'll be staying on the Northern Border at ready until we depart." Tolur says with a chuckle. "And kids yourself not, Maglind. We are in desperate need of laughter on our patrols." With that the Warden lifts a hand to wave farewell as he moves northwards into the shadows.