10/18/2007
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IC time is: Late Afternoon < About 5:16 PM >
IC day is: Orgilion <Stars-day>
IC date is: 10 Ethuil <Spring>
Moon phase: Full <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 18 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3042>
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RL time: Thu Oct 18 15:45:37 2007
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Stables
Nestled deep within the woods here is a small clearing, used as a boarding area
for horses. A rustic-looking barn with a thatched roof and simple gates is
situated across the field from you.
Contents:
Galharth
Pelliwen
The late afternoon light shines brightly in the paddocks around the stables.
Squirrels chatter happily in the trees overhead, bouncing from branch to branch
playfully overhead. A soft wind blows from the east, bringing with it the
distant scents from the Southern Mirkwood, and the flower gardens of the city.
Leaning against a fence, the Tailor Galharth watches the long legged colt moving
round the pen with his mother. Bouncing as a doe, followed by excited kicks and
quick playful turns, the young horse is clearly enjoying the day.
Without warning of her approch, the young silvan Pelliwen appears beside
Galharth. "Good afternoon Galharth.." she says with an upward glance, her eyes
void of her usual shyness. Likely due to the fact the ellon is alone. "Will
Maglind allow you to travel to Imladris?". It is quite plain to see that there
is only one thing on the elleth's mind lately, the thought of imladris brings a
bright smile to her face.
Startling slightly, the Clothier turns towards the young elleth and smiles. "Maglind?
He has little say about my comings and goings, though if and when I do go, he'll
likely head the escort." Turning to watch the young colt once more, his smile
remains as Galharth clearly enjoys the antics of the young animal. "The one that
provides approval for all trips is the Lord and Lady. I will likely be speaking
with one of them within the week."
Walking into the stables with a soft smile and an even step is the Sentinel
Thorhur. The ellon's face is relaxed, his demeanor calm and collected. His cloak
ruffles about him and he scans the stables for resting his sapphire eyes upon
Galharth and Pelliwen. Moving forward with a few wide steps he comes within a
few feet of the Clothier and elleth before stopping once more, and in a soft
voice that seems to carry over all other noises he says, "It is good to see you
again Galharth and Pelliwen. How fare you both this day?"
"Within the week!" she repeats entusiastically, her hands clapping together in
front of her chest. "How exciting!.. Have you given any more thought to perhaps
me joining you. I've dreamed to see Imladris, and to see it soon would be
wonderful I'd be no burden......". Before she is able to complete her sentance,
Thorhur arrives and interupts. In an instant her quite nature takes over, her
face and eyes turn downward. "I'm fine Thorhur..." she respectfully replys,
taking a step backward.
At the sound of a voice behind them, Galharth looks over his shoulder. Catching
sight of Thorhur, he lifts a hand and offers a wave. "I'm well this day, Thorhur,"
the clothier replies. "If you've come to view the new colt, you're in luck, he's
about and about now." For an instant the ellon looks back towards the small
animal as he plays about in the paddock.
At Pelliwen's words, he glances towards her and lifts a brow. "Have you joined
the Bards? Or any other profession? I told you that I'd speak with your father
if you had good cause to be included, and I fully intend to keep that promise."
Thorhur's smile widens as he approaches the edge of the paddock and stares at
the colt for a moment. "The sight of new life is a blessing in the Spring, when
all things seem to stir with new life." Then, turning back to the other two he
remains silent for a moment, surveying Galharth, then Pelliwen. After his pause
he talks again, a more comfortable voice coming from his mouth. "Pelliwen, you
need not be shy around one such as me, a mere sentinel. Come, take care! I hold
no power, at least not any that would leave cause for intimidation."
Normally Pelliwen would fade away at this moment, but, a trip to Imladris is on
the line. Taking a deep breath, her low gaze raises up to Thorhur then Galharth
once again. "I have not seen Calriel or any of the other bards." she pleads,
rudely ignoring Thorhur. "Where they could be, I do not know. But if they are
not to be found surely it is of no fault of my own.... And I fear my father will
not allow it, but 102 I am, it should be up to me now, I should think..".
"Spring or no, it's still a pleasure to see the little one dancing about."
Galharth says wistfully while resting his chin on the top rail of the fence.
Turning to glance at Pelliwen as Thorhur speaks, he quietly watches her. "Did I
not see you on the Long Lawn the other day? While you might not have known,
Aluirwen can gain you entrance into the Bards, and she was indeed there. See her
if you can, and do so quickly, else I will have no choice but to leave you from
the list of who travels.
Glancing back to the colt, he sighs. "A hundred and two, or a thousand, it
matters not. We all seek to please our parents."
Thorhur sighs, his eyes glimmering as he turns to Pelliwen. "You have interest
in the Bards? We are always eagerly searching for new people. Being able to
express yourself through music and poetry is excellent." A brief pause follows,
one where Thorhur scratches his chin. Then, turning to Galharth he asks with
great curiousity, "There is a trip to Imladris planned?"
Pelliwen takes a step back, her hands clasped nerviously before her. "Aluirwen..."
she says at a whisper as her head tilts thoughtfully to Thorhur. Though she
looks to Thorhur when he speaks, it is obvious her mind is elsewhere.
Overwhelmed with dreams of Imladris. "Well.. Whatever I have to do to go to
Imladris, I'll do it.. I play my flute all the time anyways. If joining the
bards is what I must do then I will.." she replys quickly, barely taking time to
think. Pelliwen's relitive youth shinning through in the form of excitment.. "I
have to find Aluirwen.. The long lawn you say Galharth?"
"I had suggested that she speak with Calsir or Calriel, but it seems both have
been busy." Galharth says. Nodding his head once, he adds, "I'm considering a
trip to Imladhrim, yes. I'd like to search their libraries for information about
ships that might have sailed the Anduin."
"And yes, Pelliwen, you might well find Aluirwen on the Long Lawn, but tell me
first, is this something you wish to do, or something you feel you are being
forced to do?" The Tailor asks softly.
"Ah, you wish to find out more about the shipwreck. Well the Imladhrim are quite
knowledgable. They must no something of the ship." Thorhur's cloak swishes as he
turns again from the Clothier to the elleth, his eyes piercing but also gentle
as he simply stares at Pelliwen. His brow is furrowed and his forehead is
creased with bewilderment.
"I.... I just want to go... I'll do what I have to.." she replys shyly, her eyes
turning downward as Thorhur looks upon her with his piercing eyes. The elleth
does glance at Galharth when she speaks. "You have always put great importance
in careers Galharth.. I'll play my flute for you if you ask, if I'm a bard or
not. It's merely a title, when only ability is needed... But if it makes you
happy.."
"Thorhur here is counted in the Bards, and I suspect he might tell you that it
is more than just a career." Galharth says as he continues to watch the colt.
"It is a group of folks with kindered spirits all seeking to gain more skill and
knowledge, bettering themself as well as their skills." Looking over his
shoulder to the elleth, he offers a frown. "Perhaps my promise was offered too
quickly for it would be a disservice to the Glirdain to have you join only in an
effort to join a trip traveling north. I would have you join to learn of what
you seem to love, but not for false purposes." Pausing and leaning his chin upon
his hands at rest upon the top rail, he adds, "The choice is yours once more
Pelliwen, and I'll still speak with your father even without a strong
justification that a job would afford."
"Indeed," Thorhur comes up to stand next to Galharth, his face solemn. "Do not
join the Bards lightly, merely to get a job. The Bards are eager to bring the
art of music into the World, an art sacred to the Firstborn. We join to gain
knowledge of history, other cultures, and other languages. Many of the Glirdain
are great masters of languages and of history. Do not force yourself to join.
Otherwise, the Glirdain will not be fun for you." As he said this the Student
begins to pace, his eyes on the ground. When his monologue has come to an end he
turns to Galharth and says, "I am merely saying what I have found true, but you
may decide what you want to do. You must choose your own path elleth, the path
that you will not regret having taken."
The silvan's brow furrows as she thinks on the words spoken by Thorhur and
Galharth. With a sigh, her lips press together and her eyes once again fall
downward. "It's not that I don't think I could'nt enjoy being a bard. It's just
that... I'm not unhappy with my life how my life is now..."
The silvan's brow furrows as she thinks on the words spoken by Thorhur and
Galharth. With a sigh, her lips press together and her eyes once again fall
downward. "It's not that I don't think I could'nt enjoy being a bard. It's just
that... I'm not unhappy with how my life is now..."
"If you are not unhappy with how your life is now, then why do you seek to visit
Elrond's valley when our own home is said to be the most beautiful of all elven
realms?" Galharth says softly, offering the question without judgement. "From
the first moment I met you, I've sensed something missing in you. I thought
perhaps it was a purpose, and clearly you hold talent with your flute. It seemed
a natural pairing."
"Well, I can do no more than tell you what you want to know abou the Bards, "
Thorhur says with a warm glowing smile. "However, I have tarried too long. If I
do not relieve the wardens of their posts the Marchwardens become unhappy. Take
care Galharth, and Pelliwen?" Thorhur's eyes bore into the elleth like rays as
he whispers, "Choose carefully and go by what you feel is best for you and you
alone." With a small wave Thorhur sweeps out of the stables like a bird, his
cloak furrowing behind him. Even when he is out of sight the sound of his
whistling can be heard through the mellyrn.
Pelliwen watches Thorhur depart before responding to Galharth, her shyness slips
away just as the ellon leaves. "I am satisfied with my life in Lorien.." she
says softly, her eyes once again bright on the tailor. Her hands fall
comfertably to her sides as she becomes more at ease. "I just hear about
Imladrim, and how amazing it is. Is it wrong for me to wish to see it for
myself?. There are many places I'd actually like to see someday.". With a smile,
she continues "Imagine laying eyes on one of those human lands.. That would be a
sight don't you think?"
"I've seen the lands of the Humans, and the land of the Ents." Galharth says
after a moment. Glancing at the elleth, his mood and thoughts are hidden as he
watches Pelliwen. "I do not understand you, Pelliwen. You speak and act as if
you have purpose, and yet you make no declaration to the point of resistance.
You wish to see something beyond our borders, and yet you shy to the approach of
long known neighbors." Pushing off of the fence, the Clothier reaches for his
staff. "Alas, it is much to consider. Thankfully, this consideration falls to
you moreso than myself. I wish you luck with that." Taking a few steps as if to
take the path away from the stables, he pauses and offers the elleth a nod.
"It's been nice to speak with you again, but for now, I have duties which
require my time." With that the Craftmaster moves away and disappears into the
shadows of the forest.