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IC time is: Dawn < About 6:02 AM >
IC day is: Orgaladhad <Trees-day>
IC date is: 27 Echuir <Stirring>
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: Fri Oct 05 12:00:55 2007
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The Gates of Caras Galadhon

You stand now in the narrow corridor between the overlapping arms of the high green wall. Tall and strong and hung with many lamps, the great gates stand before you protecting this sole passage into the great forested city beyond. The eastern sky is ablaze with deep orange and golden yellow waves as a new day begins over the Wood. Atop the wall, sentries patrol their stations armed with bows of yew and shouldering quivers of grey feathered arrows. To the southwest, a white bridge arches across the misty fosse that encircles the walls.

Contents:
Galharth
Lagorith
Pelliwen
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The dawn hours in the land of Lothlorien things are quite nice and temperate through the night, many people begin there morning rituals. The elves of the land come and go. The gates of the city are always busy one such person here watches the passing he is gathering all his gear about him and making sure that he wont reach the end of the lands without something needed. He is satisfied with this and he begins walking towards the gates though he steps to the side to let meant passed

Humming softly as he moves towards the Gates, the Tailor Galharth seems to be deep in thought about something. Leaning heavily upon his staff the long legth of wood makes heavy thuds against the white road with each step taken on his left side. Pausing at the gates, he turns towards the east and lifts his face to the sun. As he does this, the crafter catches sight of another. "Well met, Mellon. Beautiful day isn't it?"

As usual for this young elleth, no attention is given to the pair of ellons conversing at the great gates of Caras Galahon. Instead, reclusive Pelliwen pours her focus on the rustic five holed flute that fills the air with it's soft hollow tone. This simple instrument appears, and sounds to have been made by a novice. In fact, Pelliwen made it herself years ago as a child, and it's unique sound identifies her approch to any familiar with her. She walks with a purpose as she plays an upbeat melody, her drab brown sylvan cloak floating backward as passes.

As usual for this young elleth, no attention is given to the pair of ellons conversing at the great gates of Caras Galahon. Instead, reclusive Pelliwen pours her focus on the rustic five holed flute that fills the air with it's soft hollow tone. This simple instrument appears, and sounds to have been made by a novice. In fact, Pelliwen made it herself years ago as a child, and it's unique sound identifies her approch to any familiar with her. She walks with a purpose as she plays an upbeat melody, her drab brown sylvan cloak floating backward as she passes.

Lagorith looks back from the gate as he believes someone speaks to him. The warden spots the tailor easily, he nods his head to him in respect. "Well met, a fine day indeed it should only get finer." the sound of music than reaches his ear turning towards the sound of it. "A fine day to you Lady Pelliwen, he calls out why not join us before we must go on our ways throughout our days. What has you both at the gates so early." the sindar finishes speaking and looks to both

Glancing to the sound of music as Lagorith speaks, Galharth leans his head against his staff and signs. Does he like the sounds, or does he not? Nothing can be told from the crafters reaction, but he does clearly listen. At the Warden's question, the Tailor turns his gaze. "I'm always up early, and it seemed a fine day for a short walk to gain strength back into my leg. Certainly nothing interesting," he says with a smile.

Although it was only a few nights ago that Lagorith and Pelliwen conversed rather friendily, the elleth is back to her familiar self. Lowering the not so straight flute from her lips, her eyes dart to the ellons. "I'm busy..." she says coldly, her deminor in steep contrast to the bubblely tune that she played on her approch. Coming to a brief pause, she gives a respectful nod to the pair. "Wardens". Just then, the up-beat tune picks up again and the young silvan steps away. Always prefuring solitute, most meetings with Pelliwen are brief.

Lagorith nods "Aye, this is true it seems that you have healed rather well." he says appraisingly to the one wounded ellon giving him a once over glance. The warrior looks back to the elleth as she speaks in a way to him. "My apologies." he says with a bit of a look and still listening to music which comes from the elleth.

"Sorry?" Galharth mutters in surprise as he turns towards Pelliwen, clearly, from his expression, he is confused by the elleth's words, "I had not realized that I was disturbing you by my listening."

Shrugging his shoulders, he turns back to the Warden, "Indeed, it is healed, but I've not gained by all function or strength just yet." A smile returns to his face as he continues to speak. "I'm told to keep working at it, and all will be well."

The silvan elleth steps away, her fingers ficking about her flute knowingly. There is no more attention or words givin to the ellons. Her head bobs to the left then to the right as she plays the bright tune. Quite happy to be alone with her music and thoughts, seemingly unaware of her rude behavior, she steps away, her music quieting as her distance grows..

Lagorith looks back to the elleth as she turns and moves away still playing her flute. "Mind her not my friend for she is still young in our years." he says with a laugh. He looks back to the gate to make sure that everything is still processing smoothly. "I know myself had such a time when a child, but that seems so long ago now." the smile still remains though.

"Elven children outgrow that stage of rudness well before they're fully grown. Had you had such difficulties in childhood then certainly you outgrew them prior to adulthood." Says Galharth firmly, Pausing to glance after the young lady, "Even young Rhibi who's still within his childhood behaves better."

Shrugging his shoulders he brushes aside the ill behavior, and moves forth. "And what might bring you out and about this day?"

The ellon nods his head as the tailor speaks. "You are right. I don't remember myself being quite that way at any point after my usual childhood."Lagorith says looking back the way the elleth had taken off. "Each of us is different, hopefully she will come to learn soon enough." he says this turning back to the tailor. "I am away back out to the boarders to be on guard about the Naith and northern boarders." the Sindar speaks not sadly but he does enjoy the elven city when he can spare the time to be here.

"Then I wish you luck on your duties, mellon." Galharth says with a glance to the west. "I was there not long ago, and all seems calm. Unlike recent days, your tour should be peaceful." Taking a step towards the Gates, the crafter chuckles softly. "I, however; have a long day of fittings planed, and peace will be far and difficult to find until well past the time that the sun sets."

Lagorith a nod of his head, and he looks back waving to the guard with a salute to each of them in turn. The Sindar continues to watch as people pass through the gate, this ellon is waiting for the rest of his guard to get here before he continues out through the gates. He than will move into the forest.