12/7/2007
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IC time is: Early Morning < About 7:56 AM >
IC day is: Oranor <Sun-day>
IC date is: 35 Iavas <Autumn>
Moon phase: Waning 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: Fri Dec 07 20:39:02 2007
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The Imladris Library

Before you is the center of scholarly study within the Vale of Elrond, and the labyrinthine ways of shelves and desks hold a myriad of books. The library seems centered about the area before you, the shelves extending outward from it. Within its center is a large oaken table surrounded by many wooden chairs. A few books lay scattered randomly about the table, and spaced evenly across it are quills and bottles of coloured ink and spare pieces of blank parchment. A large bookstand holding a massive volume stands out off to the side before the Librarian's desk, and below it a few other large books rest in their respective shelves of the stand. Off in back of the library rest a few large cushioned chairs, centered around a large stand whereupon an index of the library may be found. Far to the left is what appears to be a seperate section of the Library, off the main rotunda.

Contents:
Galharth
Lostiriel
Sidhel

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The early morning sunshine is clear and bright, illuminating the library in beams of soft yellow. With warm light gleaming brightly on the myriad of books lined neatly in shelves or spread out upon tables, the room is beckoning to one in search of study or thought, waiting in hushed anticipation for one to seek its vast store of information.

One such elleth appears to be doing so, for she sits at the large oaken table, head tilted to the side, a look of intense concentration upon her face. To the right of her elbow, a book is spread open, to which she casts an occasional glance. Before her is a sheet of parchment and a quill is in her hand, and she gazes downward with rapt attention.

*swish* A page turns within the library.

*swish* A second page turns.

Looking up from the tome that sits before him, the Tailor Galharth stretches his back. As he takes this moment to stretch, he catches sight of the Courier. "So much to read, so little time." the Craftmaster says softly. His words echo softly in the library as he rolls his shoulders to work out a kink from long hours of reading. "It seems what news we might have brought is already here, so more the time to spend here."

Looking up, the Courier gazes into Galharth's eyes for a moment, taking the time to register his words. Slowly, the intense concentration clears and his words sink in, and she nods, a slight twinkle in her eyes. "Uh...yes. There is much to read, and much to learn." She twirls the quill in her hand for a moment, glancing back down to her parchment, and when she looks up again, there is an impish expression upon her face.

Folding his arms atop the book that sits before him, Galharth tilts his head slightly as he peers at Lostiriel. "What is it that draws your interest? Is it songs of old, lore of days gone by? Recipies?" he asks, offering a teasing smile at his last words.

Glancing down once more, Lostiriel teases in turn, "I think you discovered the answer on your own. What is it that draws my interest...well it is this..." Turning her parchment, she slides it toward him, revealing a rough sketch of a ship, sails billowing in the wind, disapearing into the horizon. Or, at least, that is what it should be. "Drawing has held my interest... I know it is silly, but..." She shrugs and laughs, "I simply felt like it. I was reading a bit and it sort of caught in my imagination, and I tried to put it in ink. I don't think it worked to well."

Chuckling softly, the Tailor fingers the outline of the drawing. "It seems that the ship has indeed caught your imagination, as it has my own." Galharth says as his chuckles fade softly into a smile. "Perhaps we two might find something of interest in these old books." Pausing to look upon the drawing a moment more, he looks up. "The folk here in Imladhrim have offered to help. I know not what more they can do than we've already tried, but I'll not dismiss their efforts."

Shaking his head softly as his gaze falls to the table top, he sighs lightly. "T'was a shame that they had already been aware of the news we brought, but perhaps we'll bring news home."

"Indeed, there is a wealth of information here, all of it waiting to be explored." Lostiriel's eyes search the many volumes collected on the shelves, then return to the drawing. "Indeed, their offer of help could prove to be more important that we know. And yes, I am sure that we shall bring news home, and thus prove that we are, in fact, important." She laughs softly and stands. "But now, I think that I will go out exploring a bit." With that, she swiftly exits the library.