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IC time is: Early Morning < About 7:55 AM >
IC day is: Orbelain <Valar-day>
IC date is: 1 Orenidh <Middle-Days>
Moon phase: Full <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 16 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3040>
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RL time: Thu Apr 12 19:38:37 2007
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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.

Participants:
Galharth
Legarwin
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In the early morning hours, the middle days, the time between autumn and winter, are filled with a cool mist that creeps along the land. Anor's light reflects upon the gold of the canopy above and the green and gold of the ground. A soft song fills the air as the Bards of Lothlorien bring forth words and melodies that remind the inhabitants of the days of old.

On the lawn, a soft tinkle can be heard as the water of the fountain rises high into the air and then into a crystal clear pool. It is here that the clothier enters. His face and hands still shows a maze of scratches from his earlier encounter with the adolescent Rhibi. Rising up the stairs, he peers intently at the nearby trees, as if contemplating something. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Galharth turns to peer out at the nearby mountains, in a continued contemplation of whatever is on his mind.

Not from the direction of the mountains but that of a the great mallorn tree, another ellon strides peacefully upon the lawn. Legarwin's peacefuly gaze wanders before him before setting on the Clothier. To the kin, he says, "How is your capture device unfolding? Have you begun work on it?"

Turning his gaze to the sound of a voice, Galharth smiles. "Well met Legarwin, and yes, I've begun my work." the clothier says as he turns fully to face the commander. "I had the opportunity to speak with the Ranger Annaiel, and she's provided me with both ideas on the construction and the deployment of the net."

Reaching into the pocket of his robes, he withdraws the small net. Picking out a rouge rose leaf and a small thorn, the Tailor holds it up. "According to the Ranger, the topic of nets was raised at Elrond's council, and nothing came of it due to uncertainty of it's abilty to withstand the strength of a troll." Pausing, he fingers the net before peering at the commander. "I was wondering if we could test the elven rope we use for our bridges to see if it would withstand a few tests. So you think the Order could help with the testing?"

"Such assistance as you wish, we will provide. Yet, the rope is not crafted by the Order but by those of your own guild. The material that you request is strong however the greater test will be in anchoring the cords down. Or, is it your plan to entangle the being for that may also work?" the Commander speaks aloud as he appears to ponder the ideas. His arms cross over his chest while his brow furrows in thought and concentration.

"The construction of the cord is well within my means, but the sites for the tests are not to be found within Lothlorien." Galharth says as he glances towards the distant mountains. "From what Annaiel has said, a Troll can fell an ancient tree, and strength such as this might be comparable to a hefty log being sent plunging over a cliff of deadly distance. If our rope can withstand this test then surely it would serve well as a net." Turning his gaze, the clothier looks to the commander. "Is there such a place to test our rope?"

Legarwin nods slowly as the Tailor speaks to him though remains silent after the final words of Galharth are spoken. His sapphire eyes travel across the landscape around them until finally coming set upon the distant Silverlode. "Though it is not the force of dropping a heavy object from a cliff, what about the pull of the river? Strong does it travel particularly after a great rain."

Considering the Commander's words for several long moments, the clothier finally shakes his head. "Though the river is strong, it is a constant strength that would indeed test the rope, but it is power of a sudden unexpected blow in which we need to test for."

With two hands, Galharth grips the net and pulls the net taunt, "As you see the constant tension is something easily withstood by rope and net," he says, then as if performing a demonstration he suddenly releases and jerks the tension on the net. "But a sudden blow, or sudden attempt to gain freedom is what we need to test for. Either a withstanding a sudden jerk from a fall or a blow from something of equal strength is the test in which I seek. Can we mimic this by the side of the montain or from a mighty tree? Of all within the Order, I suspect it would be you who could guide me on finding the location of the test."

"In having traveled far, I would counsel against going near the Mountains of Mist," replies Legarwin as his own eyes turn to the Eastern horizon. "To release an item from a mallorn may be an option yet how will we raise the heavy item up among the branches without breaking them?"

"I've no desire to do harm to our trees, even to test a device that might lend us aid." Galharth says with a frown. "And your counsel about the mountains is wise, but I wonder, is there somewhere near that might be reached and returned from during the hours of daylight when the safety of sunlight guides our way?" As his last word is uttered, the clothier raises a hand. "Or perhaps is there somewhere else that we might find a friend who has territory that might fit out testing needs?"

Legarwin no longer gazes into the distance but up into the clear morning sky. "Though no place on ground may be able to assist us, a being of the sky may be willing. Have you spoken yet with one of the great Eagles? They have a very deep knowledge in having fought trolls since they were first created. But, no other mountainrange comes to mind that would work well for our purposes."

"Annaiel mentioned Eagles for the deployment of the nets atop the Trolls," Galharth comments as he reaches up and crosses his arms over his chest." Pausing a moment, the clothier looks to the sky and his eyes drift slowly down as if visualizing something. "That might be it...." he mutters, allowing his voice to fade as he turns his gaze to the distant river. "Perhaps we could anchor a net over the river and an Eagle could drop a bolder from the sky so that instead of testing a sudden fall, we could test a sudden drop. The test of strength would be reasonablly the same. While more work might be involved in testing the drop, it may in fact be safer to those conducting the test."

"And I believe the Lord and Lady would much rather that none of our kin be injured," comments Legarwin with a small grin. "Thus, I would suggest you speak with one of them for they have primary knowledge that outdates my own. Yet, that I might grow in wisdom, I should continue my path to the Library. May the stars shine upon your path, Clothier." The Commander then begins to walk once again towards the stairs that lead round the hill.