================== Eldarin Calendar <in Sindarin> ===================
IC time is: Early Morning < About 8:34 AM >
IC day is: Orgilion <Stars-day>
IC date is: 34 Laer <Summer>
Moon phase: Waxing Crescent <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 18 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3042>
----------------------------------------------------------------------
RL time: Tue Nov 13 12:51:27 2007
=====================================================================
Lawn

Here the stairway through the mellyrn meets the top of a mighty hill, opening out into the middle of a great lawn filled with blue and yellow flowers. At the center of the lawn stands a great shimmering fountain which falls into a basin of silver. From the basin flows a white stream of water out into a small brook, which then trickles away down the hill. Further north there stands a mallorn tree of such magnificent height that it seems to reach even to the clouds. A path paved with white pebbles curves around the hilltop, leading west and east from the stairs.

Contents:
Galharth
Galadriel
=====================================================================

The light of early morning shines down upon the Lawn, deep in the heart of Lothlorien. As the light radiates through the thick summer foliage, a rainbow of color manages to find its way to the soft green grass that now hosts several small gatherings of edhel. With the light comes warmth, complimenting the blooming flowers. Song drifts from various points within the city, bringing forth an almost joyful mood to any who might listen.

Stepping out onto the lawn, the Tailor Galharth moves with purpose. In one hand, his ever present staff, and the other hand several neatly wrapped packages. As he moves, he hums softly in time with the bards song.

Turwaithiel has just rounded the great tree. Her pace is unhurried as she wishes to take in the day rather than just pass though it. Her thoughts are not there however as she lets her mind wonder. Her path brings her close to another body whose way she moves out of just in time to avoid running into. She looks to see who else might be there. "I am sorry I fear I was enjoying the day far to much to see that any one else was here." She eyes the packages. "You are busy today I see."

From the direction of the training fields comes the Lady Galadriel. Never a spectator only, she carries a shortbow in one hand, and wears a short sleeved gown appropriate to the task. Spying the tailor, she veers towards him, though holds her tongue so as not to interupt the elleth already there.

Surprise registers on the Tailor's face, but that is quickly overpowered by a smile. "Ah, well met Turwaithiel." He says quickly. Pausing his words, he tilts his head slightly and smiles brighter. "And worry not about enjoying the day, for certainly days like this would be wasted if not appreciated.

Glancing down at his packages, he chuckles and looks towards the great tree, "Ever busy, and never done. I've come to deliver a few uniforms to the....." Turning towards the Training field, he grows silent for a moment, never finishing what he started to say. Instead he catches sight of the Lady, and calls out, "Lady Galadriel! Well met."

Turwaithiel can help but laugh a little. "Still there was no need to nearly walking into you. I should think that those uniforms would be a welcomed change from what you have been making of late." With that she turned to look over her shoulder to see what exactly was going. "Yes welcome."

Galadriel lifts her bow to the pair in a salute of greeting, "I tell you if a bit of exercise and this warm weather doesn't make one crave a glass a lemonade, then they are not alive." She smiles that charming smile of hers. "But here Galharth is busy as ever." With a nod to the elleth she suggests, "Can we aid you with your bundles mellon?"

Chuckling softly, Galharth offers a glance towards Turwaithiel. "One might think that, but I'll have you know that the Guard are as opinionated about their uniforms as the elleth are about their gowns." At the mention of lemonade, the Tailors mouth presses tightly as if in thought. "Alas, not that you've mentioned it, I am a bit thirsty." Again he looks to his packages, and shakes his head. "Nay, the offer is appreciated, but these are light and bear no distress in their handling." Looking back up at the Lady, one might see the crafters mind at work, "I have been hoping to see you, Galadriel." Pausing, his brow furrows a moment as if considering how he might approach what he has to say. "I would like to discuss the matter of the Long Lawn, and perhaps a return to exploring the sunken ship," he finally says, blurting out his thoughts.

Turwaithiel can not help but picture the scene of a uniform gone wrong and the sides of her lips curl up a bit. "Yes I would think they could be. I can see it, with them fighting over the mirror." She paused for a second as the second half of that statement came to her. "I'll have you know that I am not at all picky about gowns thank you." And the mention of going back to the ship Turwaithiel didn't say a word rather than mentioning the fact she thought it was a foolish idea, as she had learned that would never work instead she stood there quiet chewing on the inside of her cheek, an old habit.

Galadriel looks down and plucks a single musical note from her bowstring. "Alas, I see that counting on memory loss was not a failsafe plan." She looks back up and offers a smile, though it is a melancholy one. "Yes, it weighs upon me as well. But tell me, Galharth, is it an academic pursuit, or a personal one?" Galadriel turns to Turwaithiel, "Have you seen the treasures brought up thus far?"

Glancing to Turwaithiel, and then back to Galadriel, "Alas, my memory is sharp and I hear most all that is said. Good, or disupting." Galharth says with a pointed gaze towards Turwaithiel. Pausing only a moment, he looks again towards Galadriel. "Academic, I assure you. If this ship holds any measure of heritage for our people, then it is by our right to know it."

Turwaithiel shakes her head. She wanted to find a polite way to state she wanted nothing at all to do with the ship or anything brought up from it. But that would not do. She did her best to show interest. "Sadly I have not. I have found my time to be rather take up of late. But I do wish to see what is there. I would think that it must be interesting."

Galadriel makes a slight thoughtful noise, but she seems to sense Turwaithiel's reluctance. She chooses instead, "What say you two? Could there ever be a part of history best left hidden from those that would inherit it. What different people would we be, do you think, if we never learned the unsavory details of our ancestors?" Her tone is noncombative, pure musing curiousity.

"So far, there has been little of real interest. There was a flute, a box that has grown locked due to debris, and a cup." Galharth says. Lowering his gaze slightly, he clears his throat and softly mutters "And then there was the knife," he mutters more to himself than to those standing with him.

Looking up as Galadriel speaks, a frown shows upon the Crafters face. "Does not knowledge give us power? The power to make decisions and choices with facts, however joyful or unsavory they might be? A quest for knowledge is certainly an acceptable effort, or is seems so for one who's lives a short number of years compared several who are counted wiser so than I."

Turwaithiel pauses to think on the question asked for a moment before replying. "I think there is not. Truely there are parts of history to not be proud of. But if we are to learn from it then it must not be hidden. Though I can see the reasoning behind that. Some knowledge can take us downa path we were never meant to go down." She paused for another momwnt. "I think if we did not know of the less than great deeds as well as the great ones we would be more apt to repeat them."

"Perhaps I carry our history too heavily. Truly, for me it is not only history, but memory. I must tread carefully here..." Galadriel's gaze has drifted away from the pair before her and rests somewhere in the past. "True, we learn from what we read and from stories passed down. But I challenge you that there are some who deserved to depart these lands without leaving a story behind." She refocuses upon her companions, her eyes glinting with that kindly challenge, a teacher to students.

"How your memory must be a great comfort, and a burden," Galharth says with a deep sincerity. "Myself I long for understanding of that which I see and hear about. It is no easy thing to admit that I find myself as capable as a newborn at times." Taking a deep breath, the Tailor sighs softly. "On one hand I crave to know that which was, and when others speak of my folly in wanting such things, I am left with a lingering fear of what I might learn." Glancing from Galadriel to Turwaithiel, he chuckles. "Perhaps I missed my calling, and should have been a historian."

Turwaithiel is lost in thought for a moment. "Yes there are some whose deeds are not worthy of retelling. But even in that there may be something to learn. if nothing else it may serve as a warning for those heading down the same path. Though by that time they as a general rule no longer care."

Galadriel laughs in response to Galharth's final comment and lays a soft hand upon his shoulder, "Oh, but friend newborn, there is still plenty of time!" She then nods to Turwaithiel's observation, "There is no right or wrong answer to my cunning little question, of course. I only sought to distract your thoughts for the remainder of the day." She sobers a bit, "It is always good to approach history with caution, whether it is in a book or a river. We cannot unlearn these things, only carry them with us hereafter." A quick exhale to clear the mood she dips her head respectfully to her impromptu students, "And with that cheerful thought, I am off to find my lemonade. A good day to you both."

Turwaithiel nods. "I would there is no one answer. We all have to make our peace with that." With a lift in the mood she can not help but ask the next question. "Aside from the uniforms just how much have you made these past weeks. I fear I could not stay in one place long enough to make half as much."

Laughing to the Lady's words, Galharth lifts his staff slighly. "Ah, I agree. There is plenty of time. I've learned to talk, and only recently to walk. Certainly there is much more to learn." Smiling as he watches Galadriel set off in search of her lemonade, he turns to the elleth with his smile in place. "What have I made? Alas, the list is long and perhaps too boring to repeat." Tilting his head he peers at the elleth intently. "Clearly you like activity. With that I still wonder what profession you might be drawn into. Have you thought more about it?"

Turwaithiel stops to think for a moment. "I shall try and have my mind made up with in the week. But alas I often have trouble making up my mind. But yes I agree that if I where to set some where for weeks on end it would not make me happy. I wonder thought were I would be most usefull." It was true enough she had no actual mind ofwhere her set of talents would be needed most but she would be willing to look and find out.

"Perhaps you would enjoy the task of the outdoors?" Galharth offers softly. "Certainly we are in need of any who would be interested in managing the farms, livestock, or the very forest itself. I know I would certainly cherish those who take on such tasks." Shrugging his shoulders, he takes a step towards the Training Field. "I suppose I'd better get to delivery these uniforms."

Turwaithiel nods. "I shall think on it. It will be one of my most pressing tasks, I promise. Good luck with those uniforms."

Nodding once, the Tailor turns and heads towards the Training Field, clearly intent on completing his delivery for the morning.