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IC time is: Nighttime < About 11:02 PM >
IC day is: Orgilion <Stars-day>
IC date is: 46 Ethuil <Spring>
Moon phase: Last Quarter <VISIBLE>
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: Tue Oct 30 09:40:58 2007
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Shaded Lawn

A narrow length of green lawn surrounded by tall trees; the trees that spring from the midst of the lawn itself dapple the grass with the cool shade of their boughs. Thick groves of brightly-shining mellyrn line the west and south sides of the greensward, reaching for the moon with their upswept limbs, while an old birdnest rests in one of the hedges near the northward path. Overhead, spread out in all their many-splendored glory, the stars are shining.

Contents:
Galharth
Pelliwen
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The shaded lawn is especially dark when night falls, for the light emitted from the stars can scarcely pierce the mellryn's canopy above. Though visually the area is dark, the air is bright with musical wonder. Sitting alone, in seemingly the darkest corner of the lawn. There, the young silvan Pelliwn sits at the base of a tree playing at her flute. Her hands dart over it's five holes expertly, creating a energetic tune. Paying no notice any who may approch, she is completely immersed in her playing...

The sound of Galharth's staff touches upon the ground with a soft tap, heralding the arrival of the Tailor well before sight reveals his arrival. From the regular taps, his pace seems steady and with some purpose. As the Clothier enters the Shaded Lawn, he pauses his step and slowly scans the area. Catching sight of the young Learner, he moves towards her. "Good eve, Pelliwen." he says softly so not to interrupt her playing. "May I listen for a time?"

Green eyes that appear almost brown amidst the darkness, dart to Galharth as greets. "Hello Galharth.." she says softly, lowering her flute and resting against the tree behind. "That is entirely up to you..". Reaching forward, the silvan, dressed in dark greens and browns, beckons the ellon to sit. "It is a wonderful eve.." the elleth adds softly, offering a polite smile.

Moving closer, Galharth lowers himself to the soft green grass. Laying his staff to the side, he curls his legs under him as he settles in to listen to the music. "The eve is indeed lovely, and with your flute, it sounds lovely as well." The Tailor says with a smile. "Already it seems to me that you've gained something."

Tilting her had thoughtfully, the silvan's brow furrows. "Grained something.. Really?" she replys quickly, not fully understanding the ellon's meaning. Her crude flute now sitting on her lap, it's obvious the elleth is more intrested in conversation at the moment than playing. One on one conversations being the only type she enjoys, and rarely that.

"It almost seems that the tone in your flute is more fluid, or sweeter." Galharth says with a tilt of his head. "Or perhaps a hint of confidence." Chuckling softly he lifts then shakes his head. "I am no Bard, but on this day, your music sounds more enjoyable to me than it has in past days."

Pausing his thoughts for a moment, he draws in a breath and releases slowly. "Have you heard? Thoniel and Arahisie are moving forth with their wedding. Perhaps you could offer to play them something in the ceremony?"

With a slight smile, the elleth's eyes fall to the flute on her lap. "That is nice of you to say." she replies simply, softly. Flicking some loose hair behind her ear a slight smile comes to the elleth's face at the mention of marrage. This is quickly washed away with the thought of her playing at it.. "Oh I'd really rather not.." she states weakly, her gaze turning upward to the stars peaking through the canopy. The light reflects of her eyes brilliantly, the recently washed away smile warms once again. "I wonder if they are looking down upon us, as I upon them.."

"That I can not say," Galharth says as he follows Pelliwen's gaze upwards. "Spun from song, as are we, they like so much we hear, feel, and taste, are all part of a glorious song" He falls silent for several moments as he looks into the night sky. From no where, even while gazing upon the beauty of the stars above, he speaks. "Why would you not play for their wedding?" The Tailor asks.

"That is uncertin to even me..... I doubt I'd find it enjoyable." she replys softly, attempting to make it seem like it's not her usual shyness that holds her back. Tilting her head slightly as if to somehow gain a new perspective on the stars the elleth continues. "Did you speak to the lady on your ship?..."

"Shaking his head, the Tailor lowers his gaze form the silvery light from above. "Nay, I've not yet seen her." He says quietly as a hand reaches out to gently brush the tips of the grass. "I have noticed over the years, that the Lady become somewhat elusive whe a question is raised." He says as he draws back his hand. Glaning towards Pelliwen, his crystal blue eyes seem to grow deep in thought. "It is almost as if she seeks to have us consider all options carefully, before they are brought forth to her to discuss."

"My father would say that is wise of her.." she responds softly, her gaze turning to Galharth, a shadow hiding half her face. "I realise that I brought the subject up, but it does seem this thought captures a great deal of your imagination.". Looking back up to the stars, her face is once again lit. Drawing her cloak around tightly she continues. "There used to be an elleth that was always collecting fungus that used to obsess about thoughts as well, I'd pass her in the forest sometimes..". Briefly pausing, Pelliwen's eyes dart to Galharth for but an instant. "I'd forget about it if I was you..."

"There is much that captures my imagination," Galharth admits softly as he once more looks up to gaze upon the stars. "And you are not the first to recommend distancing myself from such thoughts." Smiling to the stars, his face bathed with the silvery light from above, he seems at peace. "I suspect you will not be the last either."

Again he looks towards Pelliwen, and his brow rises slightly. "You tell me to forgo my own interests, and yet you wish to visit Imladhrim? Which is safer, my focus upon history or your wish to visit lands unknown?"

"I admit that my fascination with Imladhrim is somewhat irrational.." she says with an shy smile still directed upwards. "My father was very dissapointed when I mentioned my intrest in leaving Lothlorien, and I understand his concerns". Shifting against the tree behind, the silvan focuses on Galharth. "But, I have to admit there is a small part of me that wonders about the world outside our wood. He said that facination would fade in time.... Do you think it is wrong for me to wish to see outside?... I know your Sindarian, and perhaps not the best to ask on such things."

Galharth laughs, softly. "I am still Galadhrim, be that Silvan, Sindar, or Noldo. My heart and mind are here, born and bred under the golden canopies as were you." Clasping his hands together, he creates a shelf to rest his chin upon as he looks upon the Learner. "I seek beauty and perfection in beauty. I find that here in Lorien more often than I can count. But something was found, and it lies now in a state of imperfection. It can offer me no hint to it's former glory, nor can I seem to accept that it lies now in ruin whilst within our boundries." Pausing, the Tailor closes his eyes as if to consider something. "I can not explain it, but I do suspect that my obsession with this ship is a compulsion to find perfection. Perhaps I can let it come to rest if I were to learn something by it, or at the very least, learn what brought forth its ruin."

Brow furrowing slightly the silvan reacts very little to Galharth's comments, though she continues to smile pleasently. It is obvoius however she does not completely understand exactly what Galharth is saying. It's not of course due to stupidity, but simple silvan upbringing. Quickly she changes the subject to something lighter. "Aluirwen is pretty talented with her languages.. Don't you think?"

"Indeed she is," Galharth agrees after a moments pause. His eyes reflect interest in all that was ignored, but he lets the moment pass. "I've considered taking classes myself, if only to aid diplomacy should I be sent forth on a mission for the Royal Court." Shrugging a shoulder, he lowers one hand, leaving his chin to rest in one hand. "Do you plan on taking lessons?"

Turwaithiel had been passing through the lawn and on to other tasks when the sound of voices caught her ear. Half listening she paused for second before deciding that her plans could wait and she may as well make time to see what was going on. At a break in the conversation she appraoched. "I do hope I am not interupting. You see I was passing though and wished to see who else might be here."

Long distance to Mia: Galharth grins. Matz went off on that already to Cal I think. It's one single file. On both it routes to a single info file. It's common to do that and actually is done because some folks see description as valid, while others see describe. They mean the same thing

"I had not thought on that really..." she replies, without any indication of interest. The silvan's head tilts thoughtfully once again, with a flick of hair behind the ear. "What language do you fancy?". Suddenly sneaking out from the elleth's tightly wrapped cloak a hand baring a bright green fruit. Leaning forward to take a small bite her eyes rest on Galharth as she awaits his response. Pelliwen is far mor relaxed than usual, at least until Turwiaithiel appears. This causes the elleth to withdraw her hand into her cloak immediately. Though she does offer a polite smile upon her approch... "I probably should go..." she says nerviously.. "My father is expecting me...".

"To be honest, I find most human languages much like the snarling and snapping of Uruk, but I have found some interest in the languages of both the Rohirrim and the Beorning." Galharth replies with a thoughtful twish of his mouth. Glancing over his shoulder, the Tailor smiles to Turwaithiel. "You do not interrupt," he pauses to glance to Pelliwen before he continues, "or at least you do not interrupt me." Sweeping a hand towards the open grass he smiles. "Join us..." he offers.

At Pelliwen's words of departure, the Craftmaster frowns. "Pelliwen...." he says in warning. "I have noticed a trend which I do not like. Others join and you depart......." his eyes narrow upon the elleth and his frown deepens. "Should this continue, you will find your life rather empty. Certainly I have another matter to speak with your father about."

Turwaithiel aproaches and makes herself comfortable. "I do not wish to keep you if your father wishes you else where but if the matter is not pressing, please stay. I promise I am not at all frightening." She paused thinking of something to put every one at ease. "Tell me Pelliwen it has been a time since we last spoke, how are you?"

The young elleth's eyes widen almost angerly at the tailor pointing out her faults so openly. Though Pelliwen does not reply, it is obvoious this embarasssed her. Slumping back against the tree with an expression bordering on disbelief the silvan's brow furrows as she thinks on his words. However before she is able to brood too deeply on it, Turwaithiel pulls her attention from Galharth. "It.. It's been alittle while..." she responds at almost a whisper, her expression cool while her cloak tightens. "I'm fine.. You?"

Crystal blue eyes, flickering with an uncommon flame, now watch the young Learner. When his words strike the cord desired, the Tailor visible relaxes. Glancing between Pelliwen and Turwaithiel, the corners of his mouth rises slightly. "Pelliwen was playing her flute when I entered the lawn. I suggested she play for Thoniel and Arahisie's wedding, but she's sadly declined. Evenso, I do hope she and her father attend." Galharth says softly, entering the conversation. "Will you be going, Turwaithiel?" He asks.

Turwaithiel smiles at Pelliwen, glad she was able to get her to stay for a bit. "I am wellit is hard not to be on days like we have been having of late. After this witner I find myself enjoying them even more." Switching conversation subjects she replies. "The wedding? It seems to the topic on every ones mind. Yes, I do believe I shall go. After speaking with Thoniel I don't believe I could stand to miss it. All that is required is finding something to wear. Tell me will you be attending yourself?"

Pelliwen nods politely to the pair, but quiets and allows herself to fall from the focus of the conversation. Turning her gaze back up toward the stars, the silvan studies the stars. Likely still thinking on Galharth's words, her expression is somewhat sour.

"I dare say most of the Wood will attend, including myself and most of my family." Galharth says with a smile. Glancing from one to the other, his smile reaches his eyes. "And as far as what you might wear, either I or Nioniel can certainly take care of your needs." Lifting his hand, he hopes to pause any words they might have for a moment more, "I do warn you Turwaithiel, you might have to suffer a small about of clothier's talk, or perhaps some other crafters talk. I still suspect there might be a job within my guild that might interest you, Turwaithiel. What I can not say, but I'm not one to give up." Turning to look upon Pelliwen, he lifts a brow. "Will you be needing a gown Pelliwen?" he asks directly.

Turwaithiel smiks in an attempt to keep grom laughing. "I will try to endure. I as far as what to wear I haven't a clue. I know that there is an interest in keeping the event as casual as events such as these can be. Any talk of formal clothing and certain members of the afore mention wedding party fairly flee. Not that I can blame her mind you."

Pulled from the stars, Pelliwen glances to Galharth, then down to her attire. "I'm sure I can pass with what I have..." she replys at a near whisper, her eyes looking herself over. Opening her cloak, she looks down at her brown pants and green shirt. Well made, but very plain. However to the silvan, these are quite fine. Somewhat puzzled, the elleth looks back to the pair. She says nothing more.

"One must always use events such as this to make an excuse for a new dress," Galharth says as if citing from some unseen set of rules. "At least this is what my sister has said on many occasions." Glancing to Pelliwen, his smile fades slightly and he sighs softly. "I'm sure whatever you choose to wear, you'd be well received, but should you change your mind, so come to the Weavers Talan."

Glancing back to Turwaithiel, the Clothier's smile renews. "Thoniel wishes casual? This is good since I've created a simple gown of white for her. It has several small stones set upon the fabric as if the stars themself set upon the outfit. It is quite lovely." Pausing, he narrows his eyes slightly, "Turwaithiel, would you be interested in helping out in the bakery for the wedding preparations?"

Turwaithiel looks stunned for a second. "I have never been much a of a baker but I will do what I can. I shall do my best to keep from having things burst into flames. The gown sounds lovely, and she did tell me that she dislikes formal wear a great deal. With it being the summer season I would there would be a great deal done with flowers and other such growing things."

Pelliwen cracks a slight smile and nods to Galharth as her eyes begin fall downward toward the ground. Her uneasy nature quickly taking over. The green piece of fruit benieth her cloak once again appears as she takes a nervious bite. Then another. It is actually quite surprising that she has not darted off by now. Normally should would have been gone long ago. Nonetheless she does not appear comfertable.

"The ladies can certainly be expected to tuck flowers in and around their person," Galharth replies with a chuckle. "I might even make something for myself. I've a great fondness for leaves and vines, so it might suit the theme of my own clothing."

"I'm sure the bakers will be glad for your help, regardless of your skill, Turwaithiel." Glancing to Pelliwen now, the Tailor catches sight of the fruit. "And if you'd wish to help, Pelliwen, perhaps you could gather fruits which will be needed for the feast."

Turwaithiel nods. "I thought as much. I fear I do not have the skill in such arts as I should. I supposse it is because when I was a child I spent more time causing trouble with my brothers than learning those sort of skill. Much to the bother of my mother. I am torn between what color to wear though perhaps, white, or green or a light gray." At that last stament she looks rather sheepish. "I haveen't the most experience that weddings, honestly the notion rarely enters my mind."

"Perhaps.." the silvan says with a smile. Quickly raising to her feet, the elleth smooths her clothing and looks to the seated pair. Fiddling the piece of green fruit in her hands she offers a quick bow and darts away. Wasting no time for protests from Galharth... That particular ellon really is going to need a talking too.

Drawn to the normally peaceful shaded lawn by voices, Nioniel steps along the pathway cautiously, making very little noise as she approaches the elves who are talking together there. She chuckles, stepping quickly aside to allow for the passing of Pelliwen as she darts down the pathway. Turning again, she then smiles a warm greeting to the others present. "Greetings, friends. Am I mistaken, or are you discussing the preperations for the upcoming wedding?"

Turwaithiel looks to the new commer. "Yes we are talking of the wedding. It seems there is talk of little else. I take you are going. I do believe the closer it gets the more activity we shall see."

Nioniel smiles a little laughingly at Turwaithiel's comments about the activities, "Well, weddings aren't something to be taken very lightly. Quite a bit should go into them...though of course all the trimmings and finery are secondary to the meaning of the thing." Here she pauses thoughtfully before continuing more softly, "To me it seems to be many kinds of joy wrapped into one."

Eyeing Turwaithiel with a critical gaze, the Tailor's brow furrows. "I think a soft spring green would be nice, but all that you've mentioned would suit your coloring nicely." As he speaks, he turns towards Pelliwen and opens his mouth to speak, but finds himself watching her departing form. Closing his mouth, he frowns slightly but says nothing more.

Drawn to the voice of another, he turns to see Nioniel. At her question, Galharth nods in agreement and falls silent for several moments as if to consider the young Learners escape.

Turwaithiel looks a Nionel before answering. "Indeed there is. When an event such as this happens those involved tend to get so overwhelmed by their own work that they forget that. Its is good that we have some one to remind us. I was just saying I think this one wedding that will have more than a few surprises for all present."

Nioniel looks rather puzzled at the mention of surprises being in store for the wedding, and eyes Turwaithiel curiously. Then turning the same questioning gaze to Galhart, she grins, "Will there be surprises, then? I suppose it is pointless for me to ask though, because any time I ask someone if there is going to be a surprise, I am told it will no longer be one if I find out what it is."

Looking up from his thoughts he blinks several times. Clearly he is caught at a moment of distraction. "Surprises? I certainly hope not for the sake of the bride and groom." Glancing from one elleth to the other. Struggling to his feet, Galharth rises to his feet with the aid of his staff. "It's enough of a surprise to have to pull the event together without years of planning." Taking a step away, he bows his head to the ladies. "With that said, clearly I need to return to work if the orders for new dresses are to be finished in time."

Turwaithiel stands. "I would not worry about it. For you see it is the brides ideal in the first place. I to have things that need to be done. With any luck I shall see the both of you soon."