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IC time is: Nighttime < About 11:48 PM >
IC day is: Ormenel <Heavens-day>
IC date is: 14 Laer <Summer>
Moon phase: Waxing Gibbous <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 Nov 06 17:56:23 2007
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Pelliwen is near. Though unseen, the unique tone of her flute flutters softly in the cool midnight air. This is the normal way one realises the young silvan's presance, for rarely she is seen and often she is heard. What is heard, is expert in technical ability and seems to be more of an ambiance than music. This strangely played 'ambiance' creates an eerie feeling within this particular section of the green roadway, not a typical or pleasent piece of music, but somehow, it hauntingly draws the ear. Difficult it is to ignore this spooky melody that emminates from a bush not far from the roadway.. Likely Pelliwen be there..

Moving along the Green Roadway, the sound of a flute slows the Tailor's pace. Finally pausing his step in front of the road that leads to the library, he glances around. "Pelliwen?" He calls out softly. Again he searches the brush and trees along the pathway. "Pelliwen?" he calls out again.

'Music' slurring to an immediate halt that is not replaced with silence, but the songs of the forest insects. "What is it Galharth..." a familar voice replys somewhat coldly, seemingly from the guessed location. Pelliwen does not appear from the brush.

The 'Music' slurrs to an immediate halt that is not replaced with silence, but the songs of the forest insects. "What is it Galharth..." a familar voice replys somewhat coldly, seemingly from the guessed location. Pelliwen does not appear from the brush.

"Ah, so it is you!" Galharth calls out as he narrows his gaze upon a spot that seems worthy of a hiding silvan. Stepping closer to the foliage he whispers, "Are you in there?" the tailor asks softly. Adjusting his feet slightly he lifts his staff and pokes at the foliage. "Come out, Pelliwen. There is no reason to sit within the trees and brush along a path."

Surprisingly close to the ellon, Pelliwen raises silently from the bushes. Dressed in her usual attire of dark greens and browns, the silvan blends completely with the surrounding foliage. "I'm here.." she replys simply, while reaching into her cloak, presumably placing her flute in a hidden fold. "What is is Galharth..". The silvan does not look impressed with the ellon, though she is respectful, offering a nod.

"I just wanted to say that your music is quiet lovely." Galharth says as he carefully inspects the elleth's expression. "Are you alright?" he finally asks with a curious note. "You seem a little..... off."

The silvan's green eyes focus on Galharth in a way that could only be described as icy. Though only for a moment, as the elleth offers a slight smile. "Thank you." Pelliwen replys softly, obviously appreciating deeply the praise to her music. The bright playful nature of the silvan elves seems almost unable to remain angry for any great length of time. "I'm well.. How be you..". Turning, the elleth crunches through the bushes toward the near roadway.

"I am well, and very glad to hear that you're the same." Galharth says softly as he watches the young elleth appear through the foliage. Settling his staff on the ground before him, the Tailor watches the elleth carefully before he speaks again. "The trip to Imladhrim will soon be leaving," he says in a slow and careful voice. "The mission has been assigned to Lostiriel, so if you wish to venture north, you'll need to speak with her."

The elleth's hands suddenly clap together and with a hop she turns to face the ellon. "Wonderful!.." Pelliwen shouts with genuine enthusiasum, any anger focused at Galharth sliding away in a moment. "This is absoutely wonderful!! To Imladhrim!!! Lostiriel you say!?!!? Oh Thank you Galharth for allowing me to accompany you on your journey. I'll be no bother, I promise!..". Another silvan cliche bubbles to the surface in the form of great excitment, they are usual more slave to there emotions then the sindarians. Leaping forward, elleth gives the ellen a friendly hug, then takes his arm.. "Take me to Lostiriel.. We can speak to her at once.."

"Ah! The decision if you go belongs to Lostiriel. The mission is hers and while I am going, I am her advisor only." Galharth says in the face of the elleth's excitement. Opening his mouth, he studders slightly as a hug is given. Blinking several times, the Tailor looks to the Learner who now holds his arm. "Pelliwen, you'll need to speak with her with or without me. I know not where she is now, as she has a number of tasks to take care of before we leave. You'll have to search for her even when I'm not able to accompany you." Unhooking her embrace on his arm, the Clothier turns to face the young elleth. "This is the best I can offer you, Pelliwen. I must be careful myself to avoid overly influencing Lostiriel as this matters in our promotion within the Royal Court."

"The royal court?," Pelliwen blinks simply, unaccustomed to thinking on things of actual importantance. After a thoughtful pause, there is a step back from ellon, it is quite apparnt she does not completely understand exactly what Galharth means. Typically silvan when it comes to political matters, she does not seem to care. Smoothing her cloak, Pelliwen looks out to the horizen., her thoughts already to herself. "I'll find her.." she whispers to herself, her green eyes darting about the distance at a hurried pace.

"I've no doubt you will, Pelliwen." Galharth says in a calm and even tone. "And you'll need to explain to her why you wish to be included in her Mission to visit Lord Elrond." Offering the elleth a smile, he takes a step towards the Bard. "It will take some effort on your part considering your shyness. If you need a reference to support you, you can name me."

The elleth's eyes dart downward as her brow furrows thoughtfully. Pelliwen hates her shyness being pointed out, at least this time it was not in front of others. "Thank you Galharth.. I shall keep all that in mind when I speak with Lostiriel.". The silvan's mood is darkened with the comments from the ellon but she seems determined to see Imaldhrim. Reaching up. there is a quick fix of the hair as she steps toward the north.

"I shall help you as much as I can," Galharth says as he watches her step towards the north. "But for anything that matters, you'll need to rely on yourself." With his final words issued, the Tailor turns and heads southwards, disappearing around the corner of the path.