11/14/2007

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IC time is: Early Afternoon < About 2:23 PM >
IC day is: Orgaladhad <Trees-day>
IC date is: 37 Laer <Summer>
Moon phase: First 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: Wed Nov 14 14:48:02 2007
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Silver Roadway - Southern Arc - Mithril Gates

The Silver Roadway runs past the entrance to a great enclosed garden set amongst the trees. The gates are wrought of pure mithril, but traced with veins of gold forming intricate flowery designs which enchant the eye. A small path runs through the open gates and curls invitingly around and out of sight, beckoning to any who would explore the garden hidden beyond. The road itself continues on past the gates, and past the landing of the long Mallorn Stairway.
 

Galharth
Nioniel
Thorhur
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The warmth of early afternoon, hangs as a friend over the Golden Wood. The festive colors of summer seem aglow in the light of the now decending sun. From the South, a warm breeze blows, bringing forth the scents from the gardens further down the hill. It is a pleasant afternoon, and it is clear from the lively step of those walking along the roadway, it is being enjoyed.

Pasusing at the Mithril gates, the Tailor Galharth watches the faces of those who pass by the garden entrance. He seems to enjoy watching others as much as watching the glory of nature. Holding his staff in two hands, he uses the tool more as a comfort than a needed aid.

Another elf, Nioniel passes near to where Galharth stands, watching those who enter the gardens and smiles. She, being rather shy of any sort of gathering would not generally come near, but sighting a friend always gives her courage. "Good afternoon, Galharth," she says warmly, but quietly all the same. Trotting along beside her is her little dog, Calion, who stops and raises a paw at the ellon as if to say hello as well.

The sun illuminates the features of the Sentinel as he strides towards the gates, making his hair shine like gold. His eyes swim like pure blue water. His mouth is curved into the slightest of smiles, his hands hang at his sides idly. His gait is wide, relaxed...but when he sees who stands in front of the gates his body suddenly stiffens. His manner has changed from the relaxed laid back mood to one of alertness and crispness as he greets Galharth. "Good day Galharth. I trust all is good, and that you are looking forward to the trip to Imladris?" The tension cannot leave his tone right away, but it is in a less crisp voice that he turns to Thoniel and says a bit softer, "Well met Thoniel. How are you?"

"Well met, Nioniel," Galharth says, pausing a moment to look down towards the dog, "And to you as well, Calion," he adds with a smile. Glancing up towards the Seamstress he sighs. "I suppose you've been as busy as I, with the extra work needed for the upcoming wedding, haven't you?"

As he speaks, another voice is heard, and the Tailor turns towards the sound. "Well met, Thorhur. Yes," he says with a nod of his head, "I am indeed looking forward to this trip, and have made mention to the Lady on the matter." Glancing towards the north he seems to consider something before continuing his words. "Have you heard yet when we are to leave?"

A surprised look passes over Nioniel's face upon being greeted by Thorhur as Thoniel. She raises an eyebrow briefly before repressing a grin and replying, "Thoniel? I'm afraid you are mistaken ... My name is Nioniel, though they are so similar I can see how one might mix them up." Turning back to Galharth, Nioniel smiles, "Yes, I'm afraid even I, an elf, am wearing out! I believe I've pricked my fingers at least a dozen times." Calion meanwhile beams alternately up at Galharth and then stares questioningly at Thorhur.

"Ah, forgive me elleth. I am terribly sorry," Thorhur replies. Kneeling down he begins to pat the dog on the head and scratches it behind his ears. "What a beautiful dog." as he continues to pet Calion he turns his head towards the Craftsmaster and says, "I do not know when we are to leave. I have not seen Lostiriel in a while, but now that the Lady knows I am sure we will have no trouble heading out very soon." he continues to speak in a business like manner.

Chuckling softly, Galharth grins at Thorhur, "Alas, with so much being said of Thoniel's wedding, the mistake is easy enough, I'm sure." the Tailor says. Turning towards Nioniel, he nods. "I fear even I've made a few marks upon my own fingers in my haste and long hours. Thankfully, I've only a few more to go before I am done. It does not appear that I'll leave you any additional work whilst I'm gone."

"The reports to be delivered to Imladhrim are just now done, so be ready to leave in no less than 6 days time." The crafter says thoughtfully. "I know she's been working on he matter, but had a few delays in informing those who are to accompany us."

Calion beams as only a dog can with all the attention he's receiving and whaps his tail gleefully on the ground. Nioniel watches both Thorhur and Calion, smiling. "No need to appologise. It was an honest mistake after all," she replies, lightly waving it off. She pauses and looks between the two other elves thoughtfully for a moment as they speak, as if trying to catch the meaning of Thorhur's somewhat stiff manner toward the Galharth. Then, glancing a little worriedly over at the tailor now, she asks almost timidly, "How long will you be gone ... when you go, then?"

"The trip should not be long," Galharth says after a moments consideration. "It should be no more than three weeks to a months time. It is a simple trip with no complications." Shifting his position he seems to consider the elleth carefully for several long moments. "I need to leave the administrative matters in someones hands while I am gone. Would you mind filling this void?"

Nioniel seems somewhat stunned at the idea of being left in charge while Galharth is gone, and does not reply at first. Being less than confident in herself most of the time, she hessitates. However, she smiles and seems to get the better of herself eventually. She holds her head up and says, "If you believe I am capable of it, then I'll gladly do my best in your absence."

"I believe that everyone is capable of anything they set their mind to accomplish." Galharth says with a grins. "And I'm glad to see that you're willing to set forth upon the task in my absence." Taking a step towards the elleth's dog, he beds to pet the animal's snout. "Besides, I think you might have a little help, isn't that right Calion?"

Calion beams up at Galharth as if to say, "You can count on me!" Nioniel smiles a little nervously and nods to what Galharth says of setting one's mind to getting a task done. "I know... and I agree with you. I ... erm, /we/" she grins, including Calion, "will do our best to manage things while you're gone. And perhaps you won't come home to a disaster!" Her last words are in jest of course, but one can detect a hint of worry in her voice all the same.

She rouses herself with a grins and adds, "My family will certainly be pleased to hear of this, though I'm sure my brother will only tease me over it." She motions to Calion to follow her and calls over her shoulder as she departs to give her news, "I will see you again soon, Galharth."