8/29/2008
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IC time is: Late Morning < About 11:41 AM >
IC day is: Ormenel <Heavens-day>
IC date is: 13 Firith <Fading>
Moon phase: Full <VISIBLE>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 20 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3044>
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RL time: Fri Aug 29 08:53:54 2008
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On the Bridge
This bridge crosses over the mist-filled moat whose depth, even though you now stand directly above it, cannot be assuaged.
To the south lies the long white road, and northwards you can see the termini of the east and west runs of the continuous
green wall which encircles the city. Here, they overlap as if arms embracing the citidel. Between the embrace, a gap is
formed and within it you can spy the great Gates of Caras Galadhon which secure this sole passage inwards.


Alphdirwen (Temped by Galharth)
Gallia
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Gallia is walking slowly across the bridge toward the White Road, taking the time to gaze out over the misty moat. She idley
munches an apple while she walks, but it is almost gone now. It is not until she is very close to the other Quendi woman
that she turns and acknowledges her with a sincere smile and a nod of the head. "Good morning," she greets softly.

Turning to the sound of a voice, Alphdirwen smiles and looks around as if to check for who is being addressed. Finding none
other than herself, she offers the elleth a smile. "Well met and good morn to you." the Bard says with a musical voice,
clearly predisposed to the art of song. "I am Alphdirwen, and while I believe I have seen you in and around the wood, I can
not seem to place a name." She says softly as she turns fully to face Gallia.

Catching sight of the apple, the elleth's eyes seem to twinkle a bit brighter. "Ah, the harvest of sweet apples. It has been
a good one this year...."

Gallia reaches into her pouch and pulls out another, untouched apple. "They are delicious," she agrees. "And refreshing --
would you like one?" She holds it out to the bard. "My name is Gillia. Well met, Alpdirwen."

Peering over the elleth's form, as if seeking a basket or some hint of where a spare apple might be kept, the Bard nods her
head. "I'd so enjoy one, for the taste of autumn is sweet and inspiring." Alphdirwen says with a smile. "That and apples are
my favorite of foods."

Gallia places the fresh green apple from her pouch into Alpdirwin's hand. "I just stocked up, but I think I may have
overestimated how many I will be able to eat before they are no longer fresh and crisp." She looks out toward the road. "I
should be on my way, but would you care to walk with me? I spend too much time walking alone, I should be glad of some
company today."

Accepting the apple, and drawing it near to her nose, the elleth inhales the aroma of the apple with a look a bliss upon her
face. "Your planning is clearly my gain. I thank you for the apple." the Bard says as looks back to Gallia. Cradling the
apple in her hand, she looks towards the road and nods. "I would enjoy both the walk and the company." She says. Taking a
bite of the apple with a loud crunch, she moves to stand beside the other elleth. After several crunching chews, she manages
to say, "Do lead on."

Gallia walks southward back to the roadway.

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White Road - Southern Arc
As a white ribbon bordered on either side by a grey mist filled moat or by the encroaching forest of Lothlorien, the white
road arcs to the northeast and northwest then disappears into the shadows of the autumn's sun kissed forest. Worn over
hundreds of years by the passing of many feet, the road is smooth and without flaw. Crossing the moat to the north lies a
bridge and, rising above a high green wall that encircles its base, a huge hill. The hill is populated with towers of
sky-high mellyrn graced with green-and-silver leaves turning to gold. To the south, a hard packed dirt pathway plunges into
the forest.

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Gallia glances both ways on the road, as if to try and decide which direction to take today. After a moment, she turns left
and starts up the road to the northwest. "So, is anything new happening in the city lately?" Gallia casually asks. "I was
only there long enough to gather some provisions, and it has been a month or two since I last set foot across the bridge."

"Alas, very little. We sill await the return of our kindred from the Bardic Congress." Alphdirwen says softly. "I chose to
remain behind, but look forward to hearing news from the north."

Gallia nods slowly. "Ah, yes. The Bardic Congress -- I had forgotten about that. When is the party due to arrive home?
Perhaps I should stay near the city for a while so I can hear their reports."

"I had thought they'd be back by now." The Bard says softly as she glances northward. "But the delay has only been days, and
weather is likely the cause."

Gallia is silent for a while, and finally says, "Yes, the weather... I am sure that is it." She looks up into the nearly
cloudless sky.

Gallia sighs. "You know, I think I will go back and stay in the city until the party returns. I will only worry until they
get back, and there is no sense sitting out in the woods wondering whether they have yet returned or not." She turns around
and starts walking back toward the bridge.