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IC time is: Night < About 11:59 PM >
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
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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:
Mia
Galharth
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A clear sky filled with sparkling stars hangs overhead. The air, slightly scented with an earthy fragrance, is chilled by a
southerly breeze. There is silence at the rivers edge, a silence only occasionally broken by the cry of a night bird.

Midnight is still just inside the borders of Lothlorien, and a swirling mist rises up from the river creeping forth into the
elven realm. In the mists a dark figure sits with his face turned towards the river. The starlight reflects off his form,
creating an almost ghostlike quality for this unmoving figure.

"Why is it that I seem to find you alone and staring at reflections of yourself, lately?" Mia querries as she approaches the
tailor. "Are you so fascinated with yourself, or is it simply coincidence?" She walks closer, crossing her arms before her.
"You were to meet me at the gates, Galharth. I'm not saying I was there when I said that I was going to be, but the real
point is that neither were you."

A silvery head snaps around at the sound of Mia's voice, presenting a furrowed brow towards the speaker. "I was only a
moment or two late and when I couldn't find you, I presumed that you set off on your own," the clothier snaps with no small
amount of annoyance. His jaw clenches and releases several times as he considers the Companion's other words. "And what makes
you think I was gazing at my reflection? Are you that taken by my appearance that it's got you thinking that I'd waste time
looking?"

Lifting a hand, he waves off the response, "Never mind, we're at odd missing out meeting, and harsh words won't help."
Gazing back at the river, he sighs. "We're nearly ready to start diving, and still I find myself curious about what lays
beneath the water."

Mia shrugs, her head tilting slightly to the side, "You know your words don't bother me, I simply ignore them. You should
learn to do the same with me, if my humor doesn't suit you." She settles herself down at the water's edge. "But I'll respond
anyway, simply to make you uncomfortable about attacking me so relentlessly with your attitude: I am taken by you, Galharth.
But then I am also taken with dirt, insects, how dainty my feet look, the taste of fresh apples in the autumn, and bunnies."
Again she shrugs, accompanying it with a wide grin, "So I suppose you aren't as special to me as you might have thought."

"I had to hear about your find from other sources. So I suppose I'm not as special to you as I might have thought." She
laughs, "But you talk about curiosity with venom and loathing! Why can you not be happy at the prospect of something new and
exciting laying in wait? It need not be so stressful, if you would learn to... relax, maybe."

Turning to listen to Mia, a shadow of regret flickers in Galharth's crystal blue eyes. "I'm sorry," he mutters as he lowers
his eyes, "I'm tired, and was taken aback by your comment about always catching me looking at my reflection. I of all people
have little to be vain about." Reaching out, he plucks a blade of grass and gently begins to twirl it between his thumb and
forefinger. As he absently watches the grass dance in his fingers, he adds, "Besides, attempting a verbal spar with you is
not unlike plucking a whisker from a lion's nose. Not only foolish, but down right scary."

Furrowing his brow, he turns once more to look out over the river. "Nay, I had meant to tell you, but do you recall the day
that Lady Galadriel ordered the catapult out of the city? I head a piece of wood from my find then, and the matter never
came into discussion." Glancing towards his friend, he draws up a knee and lowers his chin to rest upon it. "I am excited,
but in the same breath there is something feels.....odd. Galadriel was not able to find any information on a wreck, nor
could she find anything written." He pauses and seems to consider his words, "I am wondering if perhaps someone in Imladhrim
or maybe one of those odd folk.... what was his name?" again he pause and the furrows on his brow deepen, "Mithrandir? Or
perhaps another of his kind might be able to tell us something."

"Perhaps the answer will be simple when you know for sure what you have," Mia replies. "But does this mean that you will not
have time, now, to go on a trip with me? If your attention is more on this wooden, river... thing, then perhaps it would be
best to delay your lessons." She sighs, a little too melodramatically. "I suppose I could wait, though I was looking forward
to the diversion. I was even thinking of finding Rhibi and seeing if his father would allow him into my care for a few days.
Maybe it is a good thing that I hadn't had the chance to ask him, or else I would have to let him down, as well."

She shakes her head, sighing once more. "Go and find your odd people, enjoy your token of wood. I will try to entertain
myself otherwise... if it is possible."

"Delay my lessons?" Galharth says as his head pops up. Turning full and complete attention to the Lady's companion, he
vigorously shakes his head, quickly adding "Certainly not!" Leaning forward in his seated position, the clothier peers
carefully at his friend. "Whatever lays at the bottom of the river has done so for many a year, and I'm not the only one
who's capable to swimming." Glancing towards the small base of operations under construction, the crafter nods towards it
and then sweeps his hand to the land that lay on the other side of the river. "I've done my part by setting up the supplies,
and already there are others interested in discovering the secrets that lie in the watery depths." He offers an eager gaze,
"And besides, what westron I learn, and what experience you empart could only aid me should I seek out help outside out
land."

With a sincere smile, he adds, "Let me entertain you, Mia."

Fade to black