11/25/2007
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IC time is: Night
IC date is: 68 Laer <Summer>
Moon phase: Waxing Crescent <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: Sun Nov 25
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White Road - Eastern Arc
Shimmering grey mist flows in a moat between the road and the high green wall to the west. To the east, the limbs of the towering mellyrn are thick with the summer's green leaves and silver nuts. The paved road curves to the northwest and to the southwest, and a faint trail meanders eastward between the trees into the shadows of the summer's sun kissed forest.

Contents:
Galharth
Pelliwen
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The white road is quiet this night, only the rustling of leaves high atop the surrounding mellryns brakes the silence. At the base of one of these mellryn sits Pelliwen. With outstreched feet tuching at the road, the plainly dressed silvan thoughtfully watches athe comings and goings on the road. Not playing her flute for once, her usually busy hands rest folded on her lap..

Walking along the White Road at a slow pace, the Tailor Galharth seems to be troubled. With his head hung downwards, his gaze lies upon the roadway. The expression upon his face is one of deep concentration. Then, unexpectedly, he finds the Learner's feet near the roadway. Following his line of sight, his gaze falls upon the elleth Pelliwen. "Well met, Pelliwen," he says softly.

Having visually followed Galharth's approch, Pelliwen is already looking to the ellon when he looks upon her. With an expression that could only be described as complete calm, the elleth rests her head back against the bark behind. "Hello Galharth.. " she says at almost a whisper as small smile crossing her lips. "Beautiful evening?". Head tilting thoughtfully, the seated elleth's brow furrows only sensing the troubled nature of the ellon after speaking.

"I suppose it is a beautiful evening," Galharth says pausing to look up and around before he replies. "Yet it is unexpected as I fear I can not focus my thoughts long enough to ignore the evening." Looking towards the elleth, he shrugs his shoulders. "Something fells not right since we've had to return to the Goldenwood. Do you feel the same?"

Appearing emotionless to any non-elf. Pelliwen's brow furrows thoughtfully at Galharth's words. After a pause, the silvan's green eyes slowly scan down her own body. Then the surrounding area. "Do you sense something is different?" she asks, her eyebrow raising on the ellon. "All seems rather pleasant too me?".

"Different?" Galharth asks, with a furrowed brow. "Perhaps not different, but perhaps the expectation to be another place is present and that is what feels different." He shrugs his shoulders and takes a step towards the elleth. "I have heard that the Minister Ninninaeth considers an alternative route. Will you join her?"

"Think on that I will.." Pelliwen replys shyly, her eyes looking downward at folded hands. "If this recent venture has brought anything to light, it is that perhaps father is right. Only ill, will be found beyond our borders. Mabye we should not leave Lothlorien. After all, if we were in Imladrim this moment. We would have missed this fine evening..."

"I must say that you should be praised in the way that you think, Pelliwen. And, I'll strive to mimic your spirit. "There is talk of a new journey to Imladhrim, so perhaps we're still be able to go.

Pausing a moment, the tailor steps awy from the lady. Bowing slightly, he smiles. "I fear I've got some things to do. Perhaps we can meet once more well before the ship is provisioned.

Offering a polite nod in response to the bow, Pelliwen once again looks up to Galharth. Saying nothing, she watches him intently. Perherps out of concern. Still, the young silvan remains motionless. Not quite yet willing to move from her comfertable positiion. After all, sometimes they cannot be found again.

"Laughing aloud, the Tailor shakes his head. "It is clear to see where my head lies," he says in the midst of laughter. "Enjoy the eve, Mellon. And while you do, I will surely be planning a means to find mroe information about the sunken ship." Turning from the lady, Galharth returns to his wanderings along the white path. In moments he disappears from sight.