10/27/2007

Wood Shop
Many workbenches with drawers and cubbies full of hand tools fill this large room. Along the back wall are shelves with pieces of different types and sizes of wood - the raw materials for the work done here. To the left are bins full of thin rods of oak and thicker branches of yew. A broad table nearby displays the resulting arrows and bows in various stages of completion. To right, up a small stair that somewhat separates it from the rest of the room, is the work space of the instrument makers. Their delicate tools, as wells as partially completed instruments, can be seen on the benches and tables there.

Contents:
Aglarinwen (Temped by Galharth)
Pelliwen
Aluirwen
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Night is fully upon the Wood of Lothlorien, the stars shine brightly, and a cool night breeze wafts though the mallorn boughs. But perhaps traces of none of these things can be found within the wood shop. Or perhaps one of them can be found?

For peeking into the woodshop is a pair of grey eyes, shining like starlight with unspoken question and curiosity. Such is the hesitant gaze of the linguist Aluirwen, and her light steps slow, then halt; she might seem to consider whether or not she should enter further.

The scent of oak, elm, and pine drift within the confines of the Wood shop. In one corner, an elleth sits at a table. Her golden hair dances as she moves forward and back while sorting through the strips of wood and grasses. She hums softly as she sorts, and while it looks as if the materials are kindling, some measure of order is developing atop the table.

"Do enter," Aglarinwen's voice calls out without turning. "We are ever open, and ever willing to see any and all who might have needs." With her words spoken, she turns, and emerald green eyes peer warmly towards the entrance. "Well met, mellon. How might I be able to help you?"

The lithe steps begin again, nigh-silent footfalls set to forward motion again as Aluirwen steps into the woodshop. Her grey eyes widen slightly, yet a smile appears at her lips as she draws nearer to where Aglarinwen works.

And then the steps of the linguist halt again, and she clasps her hands together before her, peering curiously at the other elleth's work. "Well met," she calls, words lilting and singing as her wont. "In truth, I have come to make a request. The Craftsmaster bid me seek aid here."

"And aid you shall find, if we have it that is." the elleth chuckles softly. "I can take orders for the Carpenters as all are out at the moment." Moving away from the table with a swaying grace, Aglarinwen approaches the Bard. "Name your request, and I'll make sure it reaches the ears of our finest Carpenter."

"In truth..." Here the words of the linguist trail off slightly, and her grey eyes dance about the shop for the briefest of moments afore they return to look upon Algarinwen once more. "I am unsure that it is the aid of the carpenters of which I have need."

Again the eyes of Aluirwen stray toward the other elleth's table, lingering there a moment, thoughtful. "I had hoped to have a basket made, in truth. Might I have come to the right place for such a request?"

"Oh!" Algarinwen says with a start. "Forgive me, I was wrong to assume." Pausing the elleth glances around the wood shop as her cheeks color slightly. "It is the carpenters who normally receive guests, but you are certainly in the right place." Glancing back to Aluirwen, she smiles. "The master weaver is not here, but I can certainly help you." Tilting her head slightly she looks directly into the other's eyes. "Please, tell me your needs."

"Fret not," comes the swift reply of the linguist, her smile steady, the questioning in her eyes replaced then with some measure of merriment. "I am glad that I have not arrived only to find myself in the wrong place!" So calls Aluirwen, her words tinged with laughter.

"A basket would I have made, if it be possible. One about this large," says she, gesturing with her arms to show that the basket that she would like is about as large as she could easily carry. "Perhaps with a study handle, that I might carry it upon my arm." She gestures again, mimcking how she might carry a basket on the crook of her arm.

Pursing her lips lightly and narrowing one eye as if picturing the basket in her minds eye, she nods. "And what would it carry? Would the basket as a whole need to be sturdy or is the need only for the handle?"

"Ah, the whole of it, of course..." replies Aluirwen, a touch of thought upon her words then. Though her eyes stray momentarily from Algarinwen, when they return to the crafter, they shine bright with something merry, something glad.

"Ai, 'tis..." The words pause, and when she continues, the voice of the linguist is nearer to a whisper, as if her words guard some wonderful secret. "I would have it carry berries, and many, indeed."

A brow lifts upon the elleth's face, and she peers doubtfully at the Bard. "Strength for berries?" she asks with a voice that almost hints of laughter. "Indeed, I can do that. And when would you need this basked by? Quickly I would think since berries will soon fall out of season."

"Aye," calls Aluirwen, laughter upon her words again. "If I fill such a large basket with berries, would it not weight much?" Thus is the question of the linguist, though perhaps it is not a question to which she truly seeks an answer.

"Perhaps soon, aye... Methinks there is yet time left for the berries that are not yet fully ripened, but those that ripen earlier... Well, I should like to gather as many as I can," she says merrily, eyes yet shining.

"Very well then. If I can get to work this eve, then I'll have your basket in a few days." Algarinwen says with a nod. "Strong and large." She repeats with a glance towards her supplies. "Alas, I'll need to go gather up more reed if I'm going to get the job done." Taking a step towards the exit, she smiles at the bard. "I hope you'll forgive my quick departure." With that she leaves the wood shop and hurries off into the night.