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IC time is: Late Morning < About 11:53 AM >
IC day is: Orgilion <Stars-day>
IC date is: 71 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: Fri May 25 04:57:54 2007
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Long Lawn
You stand amidst a long lawn of shining grass. It ripples in the gentle river breezes like tresses of golden hair, sprinkled
too with hundreds of golden elanor flowers which radiate with the light of the sun. The eastern edge of the lawn fades into
a white-stone beach, lapped upon by the deep and dark waters of the broad Anduin river which flows from the north,
continuing southwards forever onto the sea. Joining the Anduin directly to the south is the Celebrant river, which hurries
towards you from between the groves of Mallorns to the northwest. Northwards, the lawn is bordered by a high green wall of
dense forest growth. With your sharp elven eyes, you spy a small recess in the wall, perhaps a passageway which leads
through it.

Contents:
Anguar
Galharth
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The Late morning sun reflects off the gentle waves of the rivers surface, creating an appearance of summery warmth that does
not exist upon the cold snow covered lands that lay to the south of Lothlorien's protected borders. The temperature on the
Long Lawn is cool, yet charged with a strange mystical quality. A slight breeze blows from the south, bringing scents from
distant lands.

On this morning, the Clothier Galharth works with a large group of supplies that has been gathered over the past hours.
Towels, ropes, and parts to a table lay scattered as the crafter patiently organizes the materials. As he works, he hums a
cheerful tune.

Anguar walked lazily toward the clothier, who he had met on quite a few occasions, and listened to the breeze sing in his
ears, and tickle his skin. "Hello, Galharth, what brings you to the bank this day?" He strides up to beside the Clothier and
thrusts out his hand in greeting, smile wide and light on his lips.

Glancing up as Anguar speaks, a friendly smile appears upon the clothier's face. "Well met, Anguar!" he replies as he too
reaches out his hand in greeting. Glancing over the waters, Galharth's smile remains. "It'a perfect day for fishing, but
alas, that's not what brings me here this day."

Turning his gaze back to the other ellon, he lifts a brow. "Have you heard? We've discovered something at the bottom of the
river, and the Lady Galadriel has given permission to seek out information on what it is." A quick glance towards the water,
the crafters excitement seems clear in his voice. "And if able, to bring it to the surface."

Intrigue swept over Anguar's face,"How amazing, I wonder what it is," Anguar stepped back slightly, and held his hands
together infront of him. the sun danced lazily on his face, caresing his features. "Have you any idea on what
this...treasure may be? Or how to retrieve it?"

Reaching for what looks like a table leg, he nods to another leg and then to the table top. "Give me a hand, please. I need
to get this table set up." Leaning forward with the table leg, he begins to screw it into the bottom of the table top.

As he works his smile grows slightly. "The Lady mention a ship that once carried a treasure dating back to the first age."
He pauses and looks at Anguar, "Can you imagine? How exciting it would be to find something that dates back to a time of
such beauty and craftsmenship." Turning back to screwing in the table leg, he shakes his head. "The how is going to be a bit
complicated I fear."

Anguar reaches for the table leg, and laughs heartily "Yes the 'how' usually is the most complicated part of anything."
Anguar works to screw on the table leg and slaps it gently on the side to signal he has finished. "If you need a hand with
the how, I'd be glad to help," he mentions, gazing at the river, and the mesmerising light reflected from it.

"I've been down there once." Galharth says as he too finishes screwing in the leg. Reaching for a third leg, he offers it to
Anguar before taking the fourth and last. "Well the first step is certainly setting up a base of operations."

Grinning, he glances at the pile of supplies. "We found the object on the river bed while fishing, and the net seems to work
in brining up objects." Taking a breath and glancing to the water and then the cold landscape beyond the border, he shivers
slightly. "Diving might be the only option, but I'd be more than glad for ideas and help."

As he starts to screw in the fourth leg, ideas flood him, and distract him from the task, "diving," he whispers softly,
before snapping back to reality. "That's an idea, I would quite like that, but are you sure it's safe?" He asked curiously.
"Hmm. not such a bad idea" Anguar sat down and finished screwing in the leg, then with his hands behind his head, lay down
on the soft bank, imagination afire.

As the last leg is attached, Galharth sets the table upright. "There," he mutters with satisfaction. Turning to glance at
Anguar, he chuckles softly. "I've dived once, and lived to tell the tale," the clothier says with a shrug of his shoulders.
"I'd say the worst thing we have to worry about are the trout. I'm sure if we're careful, it'll be perfectly safe."

Dropping down to sit upon the soft grass, he glances out towards the water. "I'm rather looking forward to seeing what's
down there. Pots and tools, I'm sure, but who knows what else. Hopefully something to identify it's builder and origin."

Anguar faces Galharth, and smiles widely. "I think I'd rather find out if there's anything down there I can use rather than
who made it." Gazing back at the river, deep in thought he imagined what the ship contained. He regained his smile and
chuckled "Trout, well they won't be too much of a problem, can I go with you next time?" he then glaced curiously at the
table, "and what's this for?"

Staring blankly at the water, almost as if caught in his own imagination, his response is slow. "Buttons would be nice," he
mutters softly, "They're just not made like they once were." Shaking his head, he turns his gaze back to his friend.

"Of course you can dive, with me or anyone else." Galharth laughs softly, "I'm sure we'll begin that in a few days once we
get the camp set up and perhaps a few guards set to assure that we're not being monitored from the other side of the shore."

Tilting his head, he furrows his brow. "Perhaps if you see Legarwin or Haldir, you can speak with them about security since
that's something in line with your interest."

smiling warmly he turns back to the water "Hmm...I wonder how many secrets it has, the water, how many secrets it must keep
silent. Bertrayals, marriage, death. It doesn't end, it will keep going until the end of time. I speaks through the wind, a
thousand words, though nothing is heard. Imagine not being able to speak your whole life," sadly, Anguar inclines his head
slightly toward the rays of sun, and let them wash his face.

Listening, the clothier can only nod, but then as Anguar faces the sun, Galharth releases a soft chuckle. "Mystery certainly
brings out the inner Bard in you," he teases as he rises to his feet, "But, I have to admit, I can't deny your thoughts
since they are somewhat like my own. I'm beside myself with excitement, looking forward to seeing things that haven't been
seen, nor touched in ages." Pausing as he bends to pick up a neatly wrapped package of towels, he adds, "And I mean,
literally, ages..."

Laughing softly Anguar clutches at the grass and lifts himself to his feet "Ha! A bard, possibly. You never do know. Yes I
love mystery" he turns to Galharth as he picks up the twels, and sees a sparkle of wonder in his eyes, much resembling his
own. "My friend I am terribly sorry but I must be on my way, I going to write some ballads!" Chuckling, he puts his hand
forward as a farewell gesture.

Setting the towels upon the table, Galharth lifts a hand to wave back towards his friend, adding a healthy laugh to Anguar's
retreating form.