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IC time is: Twilight < About 8:41 PM >
IC day is: Ormenel <Heavens-day>
IC date is: 15 Echuir <Stirring>
Moon phase: Waxing Gibbous <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 30 07:53:55 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:
Galharth
Galaslagor
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The twilight hour is one of mystical qualities. It is a time where light gives
way to darkness, and the days warmth relinquishes its hold to the cool qualities
of moonlight. A mist rises up over the river, slowly moving towards both banks,
sweeping both land and water under it's thick blanket.
Stepping out of the base camp tent, the clothier pauses to look upon the growing
mist. Crystal blue eyes sweep the shoreline and he moves forward to stand upon
the rivers edge. "It is almost as if the river seeks to hide it's secrets." he
mutters aloud.
Galaslagor fades in from the shrinking shadows after listening to Galharth's
comment. "I agree with your wourds Galharth...but sometimes secrets are not
meant to be uncovered..." Walks silently next to the clothier as he unhoods his
cloak from his head. Long hair drops unto his shoulders as he scrutinizes over
the landscape. "I have been expecting you..."
Lifting a brow, the clothier turns towards the Sentinel as he speaks. "It is
hard to know which is to be kept hidden, and what is to be revealed. Until we
know what lies upon the bottom, there is an equal chance that either statement
is true." Pausing his words, Galharth looks back over the river. "It would
certainly be easier if someone knew what lay on the river bed."
In the face of silence from the waters, the crafter chuckles softly. "All this
talk and we might very well find nothing but an old fishing boat. Still, it is
interesting to think of the days of old." Taking a deep breath, he turns his
back on the water to face the Guard. "You were expecting me?" he asks simply.
Galaslagor smiles at the clothier's words. He notices the passion in his words.
He looks up at him and nods. "For these day, I have witnessed nothing out of the
sound of the river." Shakes his head and looks to the river, and inquires. "I
was more curious on the subject of what have you found already, and what are you
expecting to find in the river"
"What have we found?" Galharth says slowly, as if considering the Sentinel's
statement. "Nothing really, an old piece of wood is all that has been brought up
from the wreck, but as it reached the surface so too did the knowledge that we
had an unanswerable mystery upon our border." Shrugging his shoulders, he pauses
to watch the mists thicken and extend further onto the shore. "How could we, the
first born, and wisest of all beings, not know something....."
Again Galharth pauses his words. Bending his head, he looks down as the first
tendrils of the waters mists curl around his booted feet. "As far as what I
expect to find, I fear I have not thought that out to the fullest. I'm sure
whatever it is, it will be interesting."
Galaslagor smiles softly at Galharth as he says,"There is a mistery, yes indeed
and I know that we whatever we find, will be something that will take gasps from
the simple-minded and widen the eyes of the wisest" Nods as he looks over to the
south and hoods himself again. He looks straight to the south as he crosses his
arms. "I shall keep Watching, for it is my calling to Watch." Pauses and says
tentatively, "I hope the news of such duties reach my Commander's ears"
Galharth shrugs his shoulders. "I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."
At Galaslagor's last words, a smile forms upon the clothier's lips. "When next I
see him, I will be sure to inform him of your efforts." Glancing towards the
north, he adds, "And I shall mention this to Haldir as well, when he returns
from escorting the Lady Ranger to the pass that crosses the mountains."
Galaslagor bows his head thankfully, "I thank you for that. I want to prove to
Commander Legarwin that I am a valuable adquisition to the Guard..."Pauses and
smiles. "Or I hope I am." Chuckles softly to himself as he looks around, keeping
his Watch on the Lawn.
"I've always found it hard to tell /what/ the Commander is thinking. He always
seems rather busy." Galharth mentions as he turns towards the base camp tent.
"But I'm sure you'll do fine." Glancing towards the tent he adds, "I've a few
things to do before morning. "If you need me for anything, I'll be in the tent."
With that the clothier strolls towards the tent, turning for a moment to raise
his hand, before slipping inside the shelter.
Galaslagor nods and calls out. "Anule letran Galharth!" (Go by your way)