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IC time is: Dawn < About 5:06 AM >
IC day is: Ormenel <Heavens-day>
IC date is: 25 Ethuil <Spring>
Moon phase: Waning Gibbous <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel shines brightly barely above the horizon in the
eastern sky.
IC year is: Loa 17 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3041>
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RL time: Thu Jun 21 10:42:17 2007
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Golden Roadway - Western Arc - Path of Solitude
The Golden Roadway that you stand on stretches through the trees of Caras
Galadhon. Tall mellyrn rise around you, filled with bright lights and the soft
laughter of elven voices. Platforms span out high amongst the trees above your
head and the roadway continues on to the northeast, curving around the great
hill and disappearing from view. To the South the road winds off between the
trees.
To the east, heading towards the slope of the hill itself, a small gate leads to
an expansive area cut into the hill itself leaving what appears to be a
flattened area untouched by the slope of the hill. The soft fragrance of flowers
waft from this direction.
Contents:
Aerienne (Temp Alt by Galharth)
Ostiel
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Ostiel hears Alphdirwen long before she sees the Glirdain approaching.
Therefore, when she turns soft, wise eyes upon the other elleth, it is
throroughly without surprise. What a sight they must be, blond and dark,
green-gazed and violet-eyed, pink and midnight blue, sitting and standing.
Playful and solemn. "The song of nature draws my fea," Ostiel whispers, looking
to the sky. "I cannot deny such pleasure. Well met indeed."
Alphdirwen's lips form a delivate O at Ostiel's words, though no sound is heard
with this motion. Glancing towards the Attendant she smiles with understanding.
"Indeed, this song files both our fea and our minds, bringing forth such
inspiration that song just positively churns to release itself from my lips."
Shivering slightly she chuckles. "My dear husband claims it's a silly response
born from a long line of silly silvan song maidens." As she speaks, her eyes
sparkle with mirth. "But if you ask me, he says this to tease me." Taking a step
closer, she lifts a brow. "May I join you?" she asks.
"Certainly," Ostiel murmurs kindly to the Glirdain, scooting aside to make room
on the blanket. Opening the basket, she reaches into it's depths and retrieves
another piece of fruit. "My ada is also inspired by the dawn, and has written
many songs about this glorious time of day. My naneth, however, finds her joy at
twilight." Shrugging delicately, she offers the golden orb. "I believe it is all
a matter of personal preference."
Accepting the offered fruit, Alphdirwen smiles, "Thank you," she says in a soft
musical voice. Turning back to the coming dawn, she lifts her chin and closes
her eyes. Then she speaks, low and soft, and charged with emotion, "By sight or
the touch of warmth the break of dawn is indeed inspiring. It is a sensation
felt deep within the fea, releasing song that feels as old as time itself."
Opening her eyes, she releases a soft laugh as she lifts the fruit to her lips.
"I'm much like your ada in this respect," Taking a deep bite of the fruit, a
hand goes up to chase away the juices trailing from the corners of her mouth.
"Aye," Ostiel notes quietly, swallowing, "You are indeed." She stretches out
both legs with a long sigh, toes curling and flexing against the grass. "One can
always spot a Glirdain. They have a observant quality about them, and the joy of
living, or the melancholy of sadness is ever noticable."
Giggling softly, as she quickly chews the bit of fruit within her mouth, she
nods in an animated fashion. Then reaching delicate fingers to her throat, she
swallows. "There is much joy in life, even in these times so often spoken of as
dark." Taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly, she offers a smile that is
natural and sincere. "Should you speak with your ada, he would tell you that
such joy can be found in things as simple as your hair.....which is quite lovely
by the way. A full sonnet could be sung, hearlding the beauty which your
delicate tresses bring the word and those who view it." Giggling again, she
takes another bite of the fruit and turns to face the breaking light.
At this statement Ostiel laughs, voice clear and filled with amusement.
Unconciously she fondles a strand, face flushing lightly. "Thank you, mellon."
She has no more to say, and busies herself stiffling giggles. The fruit helps.
Swallowing a second bite, Alphdirwen lowers her head to peer at the fruit. "So
sweet, so light, so incredibly right," she says as if considering the fruit
gifted to her. "Upon my lips as honey for the bees, it brings forth a warmth
that courses to my knees, oh dear...." The bard rises her voice into laughter.
"I would swear this fruit is as a heady wine, it makes me giddy."
Swallowing a second bite, Alphdirwen lowers her head to peer at the fruit. "So
sweet, so light, so incredibly right," she says as if considering the fruit
gifted to her. "Upon my lips as honey for the bees, it brings forth a warmth
that courses to my knees, oh dear...." The bard rises her voice into laughter.
"I would swear this fruit is as a heady wine, it makes me giddy."
(Fade to Black)