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IC time is: Early Afternoon < About 2:55 PM >
IC day is: Orgilion <Stars-day>
IC date is: 41 Rhiw <Winter>
Moon phase: Waning Crescent <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: Tue May 15 05:58:30 2007
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Smithy of Lorien

A large room with a dirt-packed floor and well-ventilated roof housing the many smelting furnaces and forges used to make
every manner of metal good for the elves of Lothlorien. One large furnace is positioned along the northern wall of the room,
and another along the southern wall, each with heavy iron kettles for smelting the various ores used. Forge areas are
dispersed in the intervening space, accompanied by cooling troughs of water, metal molds, and an array of tools for handling
and working the metals. Along the back walls are shelves of raw materials and hanging or laying in racks are the finished
products of the smiths' toils - glittering swords and spears, armor of various make, and other smaller items. To one side of
the room, piles of grey feathers and pieces of wood show where the famed Galadhrim longbows and grey-flighted arrows are
assembled.

At each corner of the bustling smithy is an arched doorway. Above each are gilded plates in Sindarin script signifying,
clockwise from the northwest, Pottery Shop, Bakery, Jewelry Shop, and Wood Shop. A rope ladder rests in a nook in the middle
of the back wall, leading to the crafter telain above.

Participants:
Galharth
Legarwin
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The city was busy, as it normally was in the early afternoon, and the pathways leading to the various crafters shops was
bustling with activity. Songs sung some distance away, deeper within the city, were drowned out by various discussions
taking place. A soft breeze sweeps through the city, carrying a sweet fragrance of flowers, but that too is drowned out by
the scents of the forges in full activity, and the sweeter scent of honey cakes being withdrawn from nearby ovens.

Into this, the Clothier walks, pausing to speak to various elleth and ellon as he heads towards the forges. A bright smile
forms upon Galharth's lips, and clearly from his expression, the love of crafting radiates from him in every move and word.

With a promise for a future fitting, the ellon finally enters the Smithy. "Hello?" he calls out.

From within, the ringing of metal halts and a voice answers saying, "One moment." The din of the smithy resumes for a few
more seconds before the noise once again stops. From the back, Legarwin appears covered in soot and sweat though a small
smile molds his lips as he sees Galharth. "Aye, Clothier so you have come. I have the armor right here," the Commander says
as he walks over the the wall and removes a set of chainmail. "I believe this is what you had wished for?" he asks as he
extends the armor.

"Take your time!" Galharth calls back in reply. Drawing closer, though not close enough to gather soot or the scent of smoke
upon his clothing, he peers curiously at the forge. As the Commander appears, his gaze turns and follows the other ellon. "I
was hoping that it hadn't been forgotten," the clothier says as he draws near to the wall.

Accepting the armor, his smile fades slightly as the unfamiliar weight causes his arm to drop slightly. "It will certainly
take some getting used to." He comments while inspecting the armor. Tilting his head slightly, and drawing his mouth tight
in clear appreciation, he adds, "The links seem to flow together, I'm impressed."

"In having been in combat, I understand the need for good armor. These tight links will keep arrows from penetrating any of
the upper body. Yet, I would suggest you not place yourself in those situations," says the Commander as his own gaze passes
over the chainmail. "You said you plan on creating a garment to go over this, correct?"

Galharth's lips twitch at the mention of combat, and he has the good sense to look at the armor and not the Commander. "I
will indeed seek to take your recommendation, but certainly it will bring a certain piece of mind to know that while one is
seeking to avoid battle they might also be protected from say...." he pauses and looks up with a slight smile, "say and axe
to the back."

Folding the armor over his arm, he runs his hand over the buttery smooth metal links. "I am indeed going to create a garment
that will be worn over this." Chuckling softly, his eyes seem to light up at the prospect of creating something of fabric to
go with the armor. "While it looks quite noble set upon a Guards shoulders, it seems out of place for one such as I so an
outer covering will disguise the fact that it's being worn."

Legarwin nods to the words of the Clothier as his gaze departs from the armor to focus on the Clothier. "True enough.
However, if you are competing with an axe, your best way to avoid injury is in improve you skills with a longsword. You will
be able to parry an attack that could otherwise break your mail."

"That too has been something I've been thinking about of late," admit's the clothier. "I will indeed seek training with my
longswords as often as I can get it." He grins slightly and tilts his head to the right. "I have been trying to gain some
level of training, but I suppose I could be a lot more agressive in seeking it out." Shifting the armor from one arm to the
other, he holds his gaze on the Commander. "I've learned that an untrained edhel can be a great burden to those who do have
skill. It's not something I'd like to repeat."

Turning slightly towards the forges, he takes a step closer. "What were you working on when I came in? I hope it isn't
something that will be ruined due to the delay I've caused you."

"I was working on a longsword which should have just reached the proper heat again. Thus, if you will excuse me, I must
return to my work. I do not wish to clean up overly heated metal. Navarie," says the Commander as he turns and heads back
into the forge area. The sounds of metalwork once again ring in the peaceful.

Nodding, he says, "Thank you again," he says, clutching the armor to his chest as he watches the Commander return to his
work. Silently, the clothier turns and heads out the way he came, fading off into the crowd mingling around the crafters
shops.