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IC time is: Late Morning < About 10:40 AM >
IC day is: Orgaladhad <Trees-day>
IC date is: Orerui <New-Year's-Day>
Moon phase: Last Quarter <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 17 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3041>
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RL time: Wed Jun 13 04:33:39 2007
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Galadhrim Camp
You find yourself among a party of traveling elves. Gray tents are scattered about, camouflaged and hidden discreetly among the grass. All is quiet, and yet all seems busy, as the Quendi go about their daily camp routines with a dreamlike quality. Some tend to the food, while others tend to the tents and other gear. The camp has no quality of permanence about it, as it has noticably moved further on its journey each day.

Contents:
Galharth
Anguar
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Late morning's light dances across the grasslands surrounding the Galadhrim Camp as golden light reflects in sparkling shimmers against the wind blown grass. The scent is one of the earth, deep and rich and filled with life. Upon the eastern blowing wind, the sound of a distant whinny is heard, hinting that the Riders of Rohan are not far away.

"So different and yet filled with such beauty." Mutters Galharth as he peers out from the camp towards the east.

"And you call me a bard?" Anguar japes with a large smile. He adjusts the longbow over his shoulder and lifts his nose to smell the air "Yes, tis beautiful, but not so as Lorien. And I think it smells like hobbit feet" He added with jest and grinned sheepishly. Anguar walked to Galharth's side and bowed in greeting and listened to the silent song of the wind.

Nodding his head towards Anguar, in a returned greeting, the clothier chuckles softly. "Hobbit feet? While the description is odd, perhaps this is yet another means for you to demonstrate your Bardic desires." With the corner of his mouth upturned, Galharth turns towards his friend. "Perhaps you've heard stories told of the creature who now resides in Imladhrim and this is your way to retell the tales?" Again he chuckles softly, as he turns to gaze out over the grasslands once more.

With a sigh, the chuckles fade, and is soon replaced by a smile. "If the Rohirrim return, you should step out from the shadows to meet one. It's their voices that fascinate me the most. Rough as their appearance, and while so very young, their eyes seem weary with the strain of living these lands."

Laughing at the way Galharth managed to rebutt his jape, Anguar put a hand behind his head, "Yes I shall be the famous Bard Anguar Hard Tongue, and you shall be my clothier." He listened to the whisper of the grass, and watched it dance. "Hmm...I wish to meet them, the Rohirrim, though I imagine it could be hard to speak with them. It should be nice to meet someone outside of Lorien, aside from that Olog, I wasn't expecting that!" Anguar chuckled softly, sounding almost one with the wind. "You met one then? What are they like?" Anguar let the inquisition show in his youthful eyes.

"Of course I'll be your clothier," Galharth quips, "If you're going to be famous, who else would you want to prepare your clothing?" Laughter dances in the crafters eyes, but he presents a serious expression.

"Aye, I met several, or perhaps it's better said that they surrounded me and I met several," he says with a heavy sigh. "And it is quite impossible to speak with them unless you know the common tongue. If not for the arrival of Maglind, I'd have been forced into hand signals and the few words I can speak." Furrowing his brow slightly, the clothier turns to glance at Anguar, "They tell us of meeting Uruk in battle in these surrounding lands, though we were not able to gain an exact location of where they were last seen." A frown appears upon his face, "We must be careful or we'll add another surprise to the list of beasts encountered."

Anguar smiles sheepishly, then rips his bow from his shoulder, draws an empty bow, then lets it fly. "I'm to quick for the Uruk, ha!" He says jokingly, but quickly, seeing Galharth's seriousness, restraps his bow and slings it over his shoulder. "Yes, I shall be carefull. If we were to be wounded out here, it could be a problem to get help." Anguar returned to his more lively self as he relaxed on the ground, leting the light and air caress his skin. "Ah my friend, I'm going back to my tent, I want a little rest before the rest of our trip" Anguar stood back up, bowed and strode back to his 'home'. He opened the flap and with a whisk of wind, he dissapeared inside.