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IC time is: Early Night < About 9:59 PM >
IC day is: Orbelain <Valar-day>
IC date is: 22 Echuir <Stirring>
Moon phase: Waning Gibbous <VISIBLE>
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 Jun 01 16:00:02 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
Niinaeth
Maglind
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A think sliver of orange and red lays along the mountains along the western horizon. The colors of give way to a dull grey and further to the east to an inky black. The stars of early evening have begun to appear. With the coming darkness, a breeze blows from the southeast, bringing with it a heady scent of a distant forest. The breeze skirts over the waters, causing a gentle waves that lap softly along the banks.

Standing near the base camp tent, the clothier stands talking with a fellow crafter, who by appearances is a carpenter. The conversation is short, and after a few words the carpenter disappears inside the tent, leaving Galharth to peer out over the water.

'PLUNK!' "Only one?" 'PLUNK PLUNK' "Still not right." Along the shore line an elleth wanders quietly, at times bending to run her fingers over different stones. After locating the perfect one, she stands, leans to the side slightly whipping her arm out from her side to release the stone.."One, two, three, four.. Now thats more like it." Keeping her head bent and her eyes upon the stones, Niinaeth slowly makes her way to Galharth's side, her fingers again digging into the soil to retrieve a stone under his heel, "Excuse me foot...I need this stone."

"What?" the clothier says, hopping to one side, "Huh? Oh, sorry,"

After moving out of the elleth's way, Galharth peers at her with a furrowed brow. "Niinaeth? You are Niinaeth, aren't you?" he asks with a hint of uncertainty. Looking past the elleth, he catches sight of another flat, well shaped rock, and he points towards it. "That one might do well."

Niinaeth plucks the rock from beneath his heel and scurries toward the other with a grin, "Aye, that I am.. Doing a bit of rock skipping. I have a human to beat one day." Quickly she raises her head, sending her hair whisping back from her face and she looks upon the ellon with curiosity, "Dare I ask how you knew? Has my odd ways preceeded me?"

"I'd have guessed that you were working to test skills against Rhibi," the clothier mutters as he watches the elleth gather rocks. "Though I'd ask you to watch to be sure we've no divers in the river before tossing out your rocks."

Smiling as his suspicions are confirmed, he shakes his head. "I've seen you from a distance, and others have spoken of you. I'm Galharth, a Tailor here in the wood, and thanks to the Lady Galadriel a Courier as well. I've been wanting to talk to you for some weeks."

A light chuckle is released upon the breeze and Niineath's eyes twinkle at the childs name, "The wonders of Rhibi. If only we were able to contain his energy." She quirks her brow at the mention of divers and her attention is quickly drawn toward the water.."Divers? Rhibi didnt sink boat did he? Manage to toss a few precious items into the river?"

Galharth laughs at Niinaeth's words about Rhibi. "Nay, he's not sunken anything, though given an opportunity, I'm sure he'll manage it. For now, we're looking to bring up a ship that was found quite by accident." Pausing his words for a moment, and glancing around, the clothier seems to be searching for someone. "It is odd that I've not seen him joining in for a dive," he mutters with a shrug.

"Ah well, I'm sure he'll show up soon enough." Tilting his head, he peers closely at the lady. "I'm surprised you haven't heard of the discovery. I've spoken with the Lady Galadriel herself, and she's been searching for information on what might lay beneath the waters, and she's found no one and nothing on it." Shaking his head he glances out over the water. "I've mentioned to a few that maybe we need to ask someone outside Lorien, perhaps even asking one such as Mithrandir if they've heard of an old wreck in these waters."

Niinaeth sighs and shakes her head, "Nay, not a word. Yet I must confess it is my fault. I have spent far too much time alone writing of the travels." Again the elleth regards the water with keen interest and brings her hand to her nose for a small scratch..

"Outside of Lorien? Mithrandir can be difficult to find these days. He travels often. Yet there is one other. One whom even Mithrandir speaks highly of I understand." She turnes her cool green eyes on Galharth and nods. Perhaps only in agreement with her own thoughts, "We have in the past ventured to Isengard. Welcome guests we are. Perhaps Curunir would have the answer. His reach is far I assure you, if he does not know, Im certain he would be able to direct us to one who does."

Considering what has been said, Galharth's jaw hardens in thought. "In the last days, we've discovered a wooden carving of an elven elleth." He says as he continues to look out over the water in consideration. "It is old, and bears the fairness comparable to Galadriel. She's ....." His words fall away and he shakes his head. "It's a curiosity, and the more we find the greater the desire to discover its history. Perhaps I'll speak with Galadriel about a short trip to Isengard."

He smiles at his own words. "How silly it will sound to have a Tailor ask for such things, and while I am also a Courier, that too seems well out of place to initiate such a trip." He lifts a brow and turns his gaze towards Niinaeth. "Perhaps this is something that interests you? Discovery of the history behind something that lays within our waters is a matter of interest for our people, is it not?"

"I would be more than pleased to accompany you on this journey. Yet do not discredit yourself. A courier aye, you are. There will be a day when more is required of you. What better place to beginning learning the ways of a diplomat than with one who speaks it far better than any I have met. Galadriel excluded of course." Niinaeth winks toward the tailor and smiles brightly, "Mayhap if we are lucky we shall also manage to speak to a tree.."

"Mia talks to trees, and flowers, and leaves, and I'm not sure but I think to dirt as well." Galharth says with a mild downward curl to the corner of his mouth, "but then I sing to fabric and findings, so nothing would surprise me."

Focusing his attention on Niinaeth, the downward curl reverses and a smile forms. "I'd be glad to learn what I could! Courier now or even forever, it matters not if I gain the knowledge that might help another someday." Clasping his hands together, he looks over the river bank. "I'll speak with the Lady as soon as possible, and if the idea pleases her we'll be ready to go once we get the figure head up from its watery grave."

"Perhaps we should find one who can draw? Far better to show than to try and explain what we.. Correction, you have found." Slowly Niinaeth sits on the shore and pulls off her boots, poking her toes into the water, "Mia and Rhibi together? I wonder how we will ever manage to make it there." Again she laughs and looks upward to the ellon, peering out of one eye, "Trees are interesting folk, if you can get one to talk that is."

Galharth's grin is one of agreement. "With them together, I fear I am lost. Neither feel I am able to care for myself due to lack of experience. Perhaps with my recent encounters with a Troll and a wolf, what they feel might be true to some extent." He shrugs his shoulders but continues to hold his grin. "We live, we learn."

"It would indeed be interesting to speak with a tree, but my languages are limited so I might in fact miss what is said." Drawing his lower lip inwards to chew upon, he adds, "Unless of course these trees speak in an elven language. Do they?"

"That they do my friend. They speak many languages. That of their own, man, elves, even the eagles." Niinaeth grins broadly and reaches around toward the feather on her cloak, "Ive heard it said it is impossible for man or elf to speak the language of the ents... And I must warn you, they do not talk unless they trust, but it is possible I assure you."

"Certainly they'd trust elves," the clothier blurts out, "Wouldn't they?" Looking to the south, an intense mask of consideration forms over Galharth's face. "I've heard of them, and I've known those who've spoken with them," He pauses to focus on Niinaeth, "You'd be amazed what you hear or are told while in the midst of an intimate measuring or a hemming." He shrugs and turns his gaze to the south. "Alas, there is so much to learn, and think about, but there is so much work that needs done first." Pausing only a moment, he turns towards Niinaeth. "I'll let you get back to your rock hunting whilst I get back to my own tasks. I'll seek you out again once I speak with Galadriel." Taking a step inside the tent, he stops, "Oh, and Niinaeth," he says with a smile, "Thank you."

Smiling at the tailor Niinaeth nods and returns her attention back to rocks with a light laugh, "I should thank you.. Youve reminded my my purpose here. Perhaps now I can keep away from the writing long enough to speak to others?" As she speaks, her fingers again begin to work a stone from the soil, "I wonder how many divers I can hit?"