1/24/2008
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IC time is: Early Morning < About 8:24 AM >
IC day is: Orgilion <Stars-day>
IC date is: 67 Rhiw <Winter>
Moon phase: Full <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: Thu Jan 24 12:48:11 2008
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Rose Garden

You stand in a small rose garden dazzled in white, red, and yellow. Placed in an circular pattern about the garden, a walkway made up of small, uplifted ceramic tiles form rings of walking space surrounding a large golden mallorn planted in the center. Shade from its limbs splay outward over this walkspace to provide for a pleasant atmosphere. Here and there, benches, one with a lamp rising up out of the ground next to it, are placed for guests to enjoy the shade and the scenery.

To the south, a tall hedge hides the entrance to the shaded lawn. East, among a gnarly set of old oak trees, a small path leads to the Apothecary, while to the North another path leads to the Northern Gardens. To the West, a gate leads out to the Golden Roadway. Lastly, to the side, sparkling beneath a silver arch, a set of stairs can be seen leading to a talan up above. Reaching out to the bright sun, the flowers are open in full bloom.

Contents:
Galharth
Galadriel


The early morning light casts delicate rays of light through the winter canopy that hangs high over the Rose Garden. As the light filters through the golden leaves of the tall Mellyrn the light deepens to a warm golden color. From the north, a soft breeze blows, bringing a hint of distant chills that lay outside the protected lands of of the Galadhrim. Though chilled, the breeze is softly perfumed with the life and breath of nature as it sweeps over the tender flowers that seem to ever bloom in the Gardens. Beauty seen by the eye, and detected by the sense of smell, is enhanced further by the gentle sounds of elven voice raised in song.

Entering the Garden, the Craftmaster Galharth moves slowly, pausing his steps to admire a well loved area. Bending to inhale the scent of a large red blossom, he sighs softly. "Home at last, and I find it even sweeter than memory," he says aloud.

Galadriel descends the stairs from the Healing Talan, her fingers trailing the railing and her long dress trailing the steps behind her. As she steps into the morning sun, her coutenance is illuminated and when she spots Galharth, it brightens even more. "Galharth! I am glad the murmurings I heard were true." She moves toward him, seemingly taking a quick assesment as she does so. "Your trip was safe?"

Hands clasped behind his back as he walks with slow and steady pace, his head bowed slightly in pleasant silence, Celeborn meanders. But thoughtfully so. No vacant look in his eyes, no slack-jawed expression upon his face, only purpose etched into the visage of the silver-haired ellon.

But all of that changes as a voice descends from above, a sound like springtime that at once halts him and brings a smile onto his face. But there he stands happily, not moving a step closer, as she reaches the ground and moves towards Galharth. Still upon the path, and content to be so, he watches the Lady with nothing less than adoration.

Drawn by the luring scent of the roses, Istaril tiptoes quietly into the garden until she notices the merry meeting taking place. "I beg your pardon," she says softly, slightly embarassed for intruding so.

Rising to his full height upon hearing his name called out, the Tailor turns towards the sound. Upon catching sight of the Lady, a smile quickly appears. "Indeed!" as he steps away from the roses towards the most noble among them all, "Safe, uneventful, and at times boring." he says as he takes the final steps to join the Lady. Pausing he touches his hand upon his chest and lowers his head respectfully. "The Lady Arwen sends you and the Lord Celeborn greetings, and a message that she misses you both." he adds as he lifts his head and lowers his hand to his side.

"All of Imadhrim seemed focused upon the events in the High Pass, so there were few others that I spoke with whilst there. I had...." the Crafter begins, pausing as another approaches. Turning towards the elleth, he falls silent with uncertainty. "Well met," he says with a smile, "Who is it that you seek?"

Galadriel turns her head to glance over her shoulder to lay eyes upon Celeborn. She seemed to fully expect him to be standing there. She smiles a little and then the voice of Istaril draws her gaze, "It is obvious you are not alone, mellon. And your timing is excellent, for we are about to hear a short tale." She smiles at Galharth, but cautiously, "I have heard about the events in the mountains. Truly, I wondered about your journey home."

Celeborn sighs softly as somber words emerge from the Lady's lips. Once more the weight of worry hardens him, it's mantle thrown across his shoulders; his lovely moment of reverie broken by reality. But as he moves towards the others, his eyes fall upon the Lady again, and once more a glimmer of light can be seen in his eyes.

And so it is with a lighter heart that he finally addresses those present, his tone tempered by another's presence. "Though it is always a pleasure to receive news from those we love, what a shame it is to be tainted."

Nodding towards Istaril, the Clothier returns his gaze towards Galadriel as she speaks. "I fear that I have little in the way of a tale, for what news there might be about the High Pass lays with those who traveled with Maglind. In comparison, the Redhorn pass was strangely quiet even if turned out to be a snowy path." Galharth says with a slight frown. "All that I could tell you is that your grandsons and the finest defenders of Imladhrim were deployed to take down the fortress. Beyond that, I know nothing." Lowering his gaze slightly, he adds. "I spent most of my time in the Library seeking information on the sunken skip that lays within the river to the south." Pausing to draw his hands behind his back, he weaves his fingers together as if in thought. "And with the effort among the tombs, I left with nothing more than what I arrived with."

Looking up as Celeborn joins, the Tailor bows his head in respectful greeting. As he looks up once more, the corner of his mouth rises. "On a more positive note, my travels north have inspired a few projects that the crafters might find interesting." he says with a hint of good humor. "It will not be I who taints the next days with turmoil."

"I'm sorry that your quest into the books of the Valley was fruitless, but I know few things make you happier than a busy group of crafters so on that, I commend you." She smiles then shifts a glance at her husband at the mention of the guard and the corners of her mouth straighten again. But she is unwilling this time to speak of woe. Instead she looks upon Istaril and says, "You have some catching up to do, Galharth, like learning about new healers added to the ranks."

"A new healer?" Galharth asks with a glance towards Istaril. "Such good news greets my return." Offering the new member to the Cuigrithweg a smile, he takes a step towards the path. "While pleased to be home, I fear that my return also heralds news of much that needs to be done." Offering all present a quick glance and a bow of his head, the Tailor takes another step. "Please forgive my departure for the moment, but I'm sure our paths will cross again soon." With that the Craftmaster turns and wanders out of the Garden in search of tasks that need to be done.