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IC time is: Mid Morning < About 9:57 AM >
IC day is: Oranor <Sun-day>
IC date is: 66 Rhiw <Winter>
Moon phase: Last Quarter <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: Wed May 23 12:19:05 2007
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The Mirror of Galadriel
Deep and green, the walls of this small enfolding dell rise steeply on either side. The silver stream turns south here,
flowing through the hollow and beside a wide silver basin set on a low branching pedestal. Scattered through the soft green
grass are white lorelli, the elven dream-flowers. Their fragrence lends a faint strange perfumed tang to the air; those who
are not careful find themselves feeling rather tired... On the ground nearby, sits an ewer of silver.

Contents:
Galharth
Mia
Rhibi
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Mid-morning light filters through the canopy high above, offering a filtered presentation of the days begining. Song and
scent mingle creating a mistical setting that seems suitable for the glade that contains the lady's Mirror.

With his legs curled under him, the Clothier Glaharth sits, silently peering at the mirror as if something would soon be
revealed.

Trees fold around this small hollow; birds flit from one to the other. Up the hill and out of sight from the Mirror, silvery
gates swing open and a small elven child slips through. He pads across the soft moss, then stops abruptly. A grin spreads
across his face and he becomes a ghost - drifting up behind Galharth. Hidden. Silent.

Mia sees much, not the least of which is the small form of Rhibi as he makes his way through Lorien, finally ending here.
She has followed him for awhile, watching him from afar. Oh, not for any particular reason... she simply has nothing better
to do at this time.

Turning to the soft fluid sounds of the gate moving in the unseen entrance to the sanctuary, Galharth looks up for a moment
and frowns. Closing his eyes, he sighs and returns his gaze to the mirror, "Privacy lost is the gain to socialization. Who
visits this morning?" he calls out with a small measure of impatience.

Rhibi freezes as Galharth looks up; his grin anticipatory. And he doesn't respond. No one. no one is visiting this morning.
Lest maybe it be... the child's stance alters almost imperceptibly. The ghost of Amroth?

Mia bites her lip as she watches the exchange and quickly makes a decision. She rustles some leaves and chuckles, stepping
out onto the path, "I cannot fool you, can I?" An effort is made to keep here eyes from the child's hiding spot; thankfully
the smile she cannot hide appears as a welcome greeting.

Galharth's lower lip twitches slightly with impatience, but he holds his gaze to the Mirror for several long moments.
Unfilled, it was an empty vessel, void of all hopes to reflect the present or the future. Shifting uncomfortably upon the
ground he waits.

As a voice sounds out, the crafter shifts towards the unexpected source of the voice. "Mia? what.... but the gates..... Um,
hello." he finally mutters.

Utter delight sparkles in Amroth-Ghost's eyes as Mia takes Galhart's attention. Another silent step and he bends down to
breathe on Galharth's neck. "ooooOOOOOooooo" Rhibi wails.

Mia looks towards the motionless gates... opposite from where she is standing, and tilts her head with a charming smile. "I
was out... walking. Taking a stroll." She is saved having to come up with anything better by the boy; and as he descends
upon the clothier, Mia's hand flies to her mouth, her eyes wide with laughter.

A hand goes up to brush away the source of irritation upon his neck as the clothier ducks his head and body down. "What?"
Galharth mutters in confusions as he turns his head to see the creature of has picked that moment to torment him.

Turning his head quickly, he catches sight of Mia's response. "Ah, wonderful, the two most likely pranksters in Lorien have
teamed. Still.... I welcome you both and hope you'll give me time to think."

Rhibi giggles, reverting abruptly to very present boy. He flops down on the ground beside Galharth, but is up in the next
moment and scrambling up a tree. A butterfly is there - fluttering higher and higher and always just out of reach of his
fingers. Soon, the child is high into the canopy in his hunt.

Mia shakes her head as the boy is off again. "We had nothing planned at all." She settles herself upon the ground and looks
up into the canopy of leaves with an impish grin, "Imagine what we could accomplish if we simply discussed the
possibilities."

"Why do you need time to think? You do enough of that every moment of every day, Galharth! I have wondered for awhile...
have you ever done anything on the spur of the moment? Without deconstructing it, without elaborate plans, just... do some
thing!" She looks to the clothier and raises an eyebrow.

Watching Rhibi's quick retreat, the clothier shakes his head. This motion only continues on to answer the Lady's Companion's
question. "If anything I have thought too little. My few experiences prove that I know little, understand less, and
utimately have much to learn."

Folding his arms, he rests them upon his knees as he stares at the empty mirror. "In the past months I find myself wondering
ever more frequently at the fate of by myself and my kindred and if I should stay the course I'm on or adapt." Turning his
head he lifts a brow towards his friend. "It's entirely too much thinking than is needed for a Tailor," he offers with a
smile.

Mia nods, "Enough to make anyone tear their hair out. Usually I would give a simple answer and point out the obvious..." She
shrugs and raises both eyebrows, "And I suppose I will do so now. What makes you happy? What WILL make you happy? Because,
in the end, all we have is happiness to keep us here, joy and love to make our while here worth the struggle. It is when the
weight of this world begins to hang on us that it is time to move on." She looks to her friend and smiles, "And I don't
think that has happened to you. Or, at least, I hope it has not. So your obvious choice is to adapt. Or, not adapt, but....
expand who you are. Become more than you have been."

Mia's response earns her a deadpan glare. "New buttons make me happy. Lace and silk thrill me beyond words if expertly
crafted. And, while the trend is not quite arrived, I find laced openings to send me into a titter of joy." Sighing heavily,
his fingers lace together as he peers back to the mirror, "Adaptation seems my answer because I'll not move on as long as
there stands a need for my garments. But how? And based on what information? Even Haldir says that the full truth is not
revealed unless someone specifically asks. How am I to know what questions to ask if there is no experience. It seems
almost..... wicked in design."

Mia ponders for a moment, her mouth turning down slightly at the corners. "Well, if it is experience that you desire, that
is easy enough to come by. I suppose I take it for granted; I don't fully appreciate the freedom that comes from familiarity
and... well, knowing that I can take care of myself. I'm not saying you aren't able to, I just know from..." She pauses and
grins, "experience that I am able to fend for myself. I suppose that a good way to show appreciation for that sort of thing
would be to pass it on to someone else." She shrugs nonchallantly. "I COULD take you out on some trips, teach you some
things, show you the lands we live in... perhaps some that you would never see otherwise. If that would be something you
were interested in, of course."

Turning an interested eye towards the Lady's companion, he pauses only a moment before responding. "Compromise and
adaptation is a lovely thing," he states simply. "I would be honored to be your student, Mia." A smile forms on his lips and
he tilts his head. "So, when do we start?"

"Well, in the spirit of spontinaity, and to keep you from dwelling overlong on what to bring, or wear, or where we might go,
lets say tomorrow." Mia stands and dusts herself off, "And you aren't my student, you are my travel companion. Bring only
what you wish to carry, and don't worry about food or anything. Do you have a weapon? No, never mind, we won't go anywhere
that it might be needed... at least not yet. Just meet me at sunrise at the gates to the city." She smiles briefly, then
turns to walk down the path.