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IC time is: Dawn < About 5:26 AM >
IC day is: Orithil <Moon-day>
IC date is: 13 Echuir <Stirring>
Moon phase: Waxing Gibbous <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel shines at its most brilliant above the horizon
in the eastern sky.
IC year is: Loa 16 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3040>
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RL time: Tue May 29 18:48:52 2007
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Alqualonde
You are standing by a small lake whose water is blue and clear as crystal. The surface sparkles like sapphire where the sun shines on it near the center. White swans sail gracefully over the surface of the ailin, as it is called in elvish. It is for them that Galadriel christened this place Alqualonde, Swan-Haven, a memento of her days in Valinor when the world was young and untainted. The lake is surrounded by leafless trees with a snowy white bark. There is a feeling of utter peace and tranquility here, almost as if time were standing completely still.

The fragrant scent of exotic flowers fills you with cheer as you rest here. Lilies line the lake's edge, though many have become ensnared by a group of thick reeds.

Contents:
Galharth
Galaslagor
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An orange glow builds upon the eastern horizon, signaling the break of a new day in Lothlorien. The winds blow bolder as dawn breaks, sweeping in from the mountains to the southwest. Deep in the heart of Lothlorien, the scents of the forest are strong, bringing forth a memory of life at its fullest. The sounds of birds and other forest creatures echo softly among the trees and over the Alqualonde. Over the water, brilliant white swans glide effortlessly atop the mist covered waters.

On this morning, Galharth wanders the forest while deep in thought, strolling silently along the path he moves to the waters edge and pauses. Stooping slightly, the ellon glides his fingers over the water. "If only the river were as warm," he mutters aloud.

Galaslagor was silently singing a song to himself, when he noticed the ellon coming near him, thought deeply in thought. He stood up and made himself noticed. "Greetings there!"

Startled from his thoughts, the clothier rises to his feet and glances to the source of the words. "Well met, mellon." Galharth says softly. Glancing around the Alqualonde, he searches for others. Finding no one else, he returns his gaze to the other. "I am Galharth, a Tailor, and it is a pleasure to meet you."

Galaslagor smiles softly and bows his head in acknowledgement. "I am Galaslagor, a Sentinel, and it is MY pleasure to YOU"

Galaslagor looks at the sunrise and comments, "What brings you hear, good Galharth." With that he settles to lean against a tree.

"A Guard?" Galharth asks with interest. Glancing to the south, towards some unseen point, he quickly looks back towards Galaslagor. "I wonder if you've heard if anyone's been assigned guard duty at the Long Lawn. I've been hoping to speak with Commander Legarwin regarding the matter, but for the moment I rely upon another to get the word to him." Taking a step towards the other ellon, he tilts his head, "And if you've not heard about guard assignments, I wonder if you've seen the Commander."

Galaslagor shakes his head, his long white-blond hair moving from side to side. "No, I have not spoken yet about my guard assignments yet. He was on the top of his mind with work, so I was induced in the Guard, and left to my leisure."

The clothier nods his head, though clearly he is deep in thought. "Perhaps I can speak with one of the Warden's, but..." he says pausing his words and focusing fully upon the Sentinel. "Since you are at your leisure, perhaps you might wish to volunteer for duty at the river's edge." Drawing his arms up to cross over his chest, the crafters face pinches in thought. "We can not hope to begin diving upon the item sunken in the river without proper attention to the security of our land. Would you be interested?"

Galaslagor raises an eyebrow tentativeley, but mumbles to himself. "My duty is to serve and protect."Looks up at the clothier of the name of Galharth. "I accept"

Galharth's face brightens noticably at the Sentinel's words. "Wonderful! When can you begin?" He quickly blurts out as he unfolds his arms to clap his hands together. "We'd like to begin as soon as possible, so to be honest, the sooner you get to the Long Lawn, the better." Starting back towards the path, the clothier pauses and looks back. "I'm heading back, would you like to join me?"

Galaslagor smiles and nods solemly. "I shall go with you, and start on my newfound duty at the moment"

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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.
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Stepping through the passage of the high green wall, Galharth continues to chatter about the duties that would need to be fulfilled by a guard. "Since the river is our border, and the land across the river is traveled by both dark creatures and humans, we need a vigilant eye to keep watch for signs of activity," the clothier says, sweeping his hand towards the flowing waters of the river. "As you can see, we're somewhat vulnerable here."

Galaslagor steps through the passage behind Galharth and examines the river for a few moments. He nods, with a face of serious analising. "I claim not to be an expert strategist or the best Guard to do this assignment, but I see your point here." Looks up at Galharth and smiles softly. "I shall see it done, good Galharth..."

"Is there anything that you might need from me?" Galharth asks, clearly pleased with the progress of the project. "And if nothing, then let me tell you how much I appreciate the fact that you're helping."

Galaslagor looks at Galharth, interrupting his analisis on the situation. "I shall need nothing from you other than check on my patrol on Midday"

Galaslagor nows and smiles at his gratitude. "I am honoured to help"

Galaslagor looks around as he explores the Lawn.