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IC time is: Late Night < About 3:21 AM >
IC day is: Oranor <Sun-day>
IC date is: 47 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 19:07:10 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
Lostiriel
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A dark sky dotted with sparkling white stars hangs over the Golden Wood. Mingled within the stars, the whisps of a few clouds drift carelessly overhead. A soft breeze blows in from the west, bringing with it fresh mountain air. The hour is late, and the song drifting in the air has softened to the point that the night animals bring forth more sound. It is a lovely evening, as are many eves within the protected realm.

In the shadows of the lawn, Galharth sits. Leaned against a large tree, he peers up into the sky. His expression is peaceful, though deep in concentration.

Wandering onto the lawn, a figure moves silently in the shadows, passing quietly by the trees that surround the area. A face lifts upward, and as the light dispells the shadows masking her features, it becomes evident that it is Lostiriel wandering about on this lovely night. A sigh escapes her as she continues her walk and, due to the shadows and her own inner musings, she completely misses seeing Galharth as he rests by a tree. Her walk grows slower and slower until she stops altogether, obviously content to stand and admire the silvered night as she relishes breathing in the fresh, clear air.

"The sky is lovely, isn't it?" Galharth says from the shadows. His voice is low, yet it carries in the night. From the shadows come a sound of fabric rustling as the Tailor's dark form grasps his staff. Moving with some measure of grace, the crafter slowly rises to his feet. "The stars outdo themself this night, or perhaps it is the spring air that cleanses the sky. "How are you Lostiriel? It has been many days since we've last talked." he says while stepping from the shadows.

"Indeed, it is lovely. Perhaps the stars are as invigorated by the spring air as I am. Whatever the reason, their light is especially beautiful." Turning, and having shown little surprise at Galharth's sudden appearance, Lostiriel offers him a warm smile. "Yes, it has been a few days...many days, actually, as you say. Either we are being kept too busy or becoming too lazy to move around, and I'm not sure which is the case." Soft laughter comes from the elleth as she tilts her head to the side. "Anyway, what have you been doing as of late?"

"I suspect that we've been kept busy with a number of things," The Tailor says with a soft chuckle as he moves out of the shadows towards the Courier. "One thing or another, and we've been kept from our projects. I fear it'll be a number of years before a text can be finished on the Houses of Lothlorien."

Drawing his hands behind his back, he grins as he peers at the elleth. "Have you heard the news? Thoniel and Arahisie are moving up their wedding plans and a number of folk are putting their best foot forwards to help." Lifting his chin slightly he chuckles softly. "I myself have been working diligently making gowns and robes for the event."

Turwaithiel shakes her head as she hears the topic going on a head of her. "Yes there is a wedding and if it doesn't happen soon I fear we will all run out of things to say about it. Eeven if it is a happy event."

Smiling, Lostiriel shakes her head. "I had not heard, but that is a worthy reason to keep many busy. Although I fear you are right, it will be many years before we ever manage to complete our project. Ah, well, that is how it goes." Pushing back long stands of hair that are tossed in the breeze, Lostiriel grows thoughtful for a moment, her gaze becoming distant. Then, she asks quietly, "Have you thought any more on the trip that was mentioned in our previous conversations? Last time we discussed it, you were still fascinated by the ship wreck, but were unable to find any more information on it here."

The Courier's attention, however, is diverted by the approach of another. She smiles to Turwaithiel as she approaches and nods in greeting. "Well met! And I am sure that Galharth will agree with your analysis, as it seems to be keeping him quite busy."

Turning towards the sound of a new voice, Galharth laughs. "Indeed, but then I tend to grasp something with the dedication of a dog and a bone." he says as he turns to look towards Turwaithiel. "And good eve to you, mellon."

"Alas, there is something more upon my mind" Holding up a hand he shakes his head, "I know, it is surprising that I've diverted my thoughts from the trip that might identify information about the ship, but this is important. Once the matter is covered, we can speak of Imladhrim." Taking another step closer to Lostiriel, the Tailor smiles. "I have news for you my friend."

Turwaithiel leans forward in an effort to hear what this is news is with out intruding. "Yes do have a way to staying on topic. I can say that at least with you speak truely. Sadly my own attentions are to that long lasting. I have the tendecy to be engaged by many things at once, it has laways been so."

Curiousity gleams brightly in Lostiriel's eyes as she examines Galharth. "It must be interesting news if it has managed to divert you from seeking information. You were indeed like a dog and a bone when it came to that ship, and there were none that could shake you lose, though I clearly tried." A slight smile works up the corners of the elleth's lips, but shaking her head, she continues, "Anyway, share with me this news."

Sweeping a hand towards Turwaithiel, he smiles with a twinkle in his eyes. "As she's said, I stay on topic, and this day, and this eve, the topic is a matter for the Royal Court." Galharth says, laying a hand over his heart whilst turning his full attention to Lostiriel. "The news is this, first, the Minister Niinaeth has sent word that a Courier of the first ranking is to go forth to Imladhrim on a mission to share news between the realms." Pausing a moment, the Tailor, or in this case the Prefect appears somewhat excited.

Standing upright, in a posture that shines most regally in the isolated lawn, Galharth clears his throat. "Word is passed this day, Lostiriel of Lothlorien, that you are to set forth on a mission to Imladhrim to gain news and to share news with the peoples of our sister realm. And....." He pauses with a broad smile, "And you shall do so as a Courier of the first rank." With that said, he bows his head to acknowledge the honor paid forth to the elleth. "I would say the Minister chose well."

Turwaithiel can't help but be caught up in the news. "How wonderfull. I am sure this something you have wanted for a long time." A breif pause as she collects her thoughts. "It has been to long since we have had some one go and come from the wood. It is high time for such a thing. I admit I have at times wondered what has happened in the world beyonf."

For a moment, Lostiriel simply stands and stares at Galharth, blinking rapidly as she processes what he is saying. Then, slowly, a flush rises in her cheeks and a full smile rises upon her lips as she lets out an excited cry. "Oh, that's wonderful! Really! How exciting! Because that's incredibly exciting!" Realizing that she is repeating herself, she stops and merely does a little hop to express her excitement. "When? When am I to go on the trip?"

Her gaze going to Turwaithiel, Lostiriel nods eagerly. "It is wonderful. I'm so happy, and I have wanted it. And yes, it will be rather interesting to see what news can be gathered on such a trip."

Reaching out, Galharth places a friendly hand upon the elleth's shoulder. "In your current ranking, the mission is yours to plan. But I will be at your side to guide you, so there is no worry or concern. Niinaeth has confidence in you so you are more than ready." Pausing his words long to glance towards Turwaithiel he smiles and nods. "There is much wonder in the world, and a few such as those within the Order or Royal Court venture forth." Turning back towards the Courier, the Clothier drops his hand slowly and sighs. "This is to be a short trip for news alone. First, I would say speak with the Order, then decide who might go with you," Tilting his head slightly, he continues, "Once you've decided who, speak with the Lady Galadirel, and then go forth. I have faith you can manage this well. And... I am here to advise."

Turwaithiel nods. "It is well that they do. For I would like very much to hear about such things.....But I think I would be frightened to make such journey myself. When I hear talk of most of the other places in the world it is never good. I hear tell most of it is filled with sorrow and evil deeds... still wonder how much of that is true or if it simply said to stun listeners."

Nodding, Lostiriel looks up into Galharth's eyes, her expression solemn. "I will do everything to the best of my ability. It is both thrilling and...frightening at the same time, to have such responsibility. But mostly I am honored." Becoming thoughtful, Lostiriel pauses for a moment, but the gleam of excitement remains, and she says, "I am glad you will be here to advise me. I am sure your advise will be needed, and the knowledge that it is there for me to draw on gives me greater confidence." Slowly backing away, Lostiriel turns regretfully. "And now with that wonderful news, I sadly must be going." With a smile to Turwaithiel and a warm glance and farewell wave to Galharth, the newly first ranking courier moves on her way.

Lifting a hand to offer the Courier a wave of farewell, Galharth watches as Lostiriel departs. When her form fades into shadows, the Tailor turns towards Turwaithiel with a neutral gaze. "Lothorien has the feel of home, with its beauty and the sense of security. Yet...." the Crafter says with a pause, "yet there is much to learn to the north, and that information can not be denied." Looking northwards he sighs. "Several will go forth, Guards, those of the Royal Court, a few Crafters, and a few Bards will travel. Who? It is hard to say at this time."

Turwaithiel tries to smile but does not queit make it work.

Turwaithiel "You are right of course. There is no other way to find out that kind of information. Those who wish to go will and there very little any of us who reamin can do about it. But it does not mean we will not worry about those who do go."

"We worry, for it is the nature of the beast in which we are drawn to." Galharth says. "Still, I look forward to this trip as it serves my interest to reach the realms library." Chuckling softly he bows his head and steps back. "One way or another, I shall be included on the list of folks to go. Should you wish to take the chance, volunteer early." Turning now, the Tailor wanders off towards the Rose Garden.