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IC time is: Early Afternoon < About 1:54 PM >
IC day is: Ormenel <Heavens-day>
IC date is: 13 Laer <Summer>
Moon phase: Waxing Crescent <VISIBLE>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 17 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3041>
RL time: Thu Jul 05 13:38:14 2007
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Golden Roadway - Southern Arc - Flagged Terrace
Here, midway up the hill, the white marble path running from hill foot to hill crest levels off and joins a narrow terrace before continuing upwards. Longer than it is deep and flagged with marble, the terrace on the Golden Roadway serves as a rendezvous point where many smaller paths converge. Large mallorn trees, whose leaves and branches form a dome of green above you, border this piazza with each containing sizable flets. From one of the largest of such flets, perhaps a meeting room of sorts, clear sounds of elvish singing and mirth drift pleasantly to your ears. It is night, and the tree tops of Caras Galadhon twinkle from a multitude of lamps.

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Alphdirwen (Temped by Galharth)
Lostiriel
Thorhur
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The light of early afternoon shines warmly down over the Realm of Lothlorien. Golden light trickles down through golden blossoms as the last of winters golden leaves drift gently to the ground. A soft breeze blows, carrying both scent and sound of a busy day within the city. Song from a variety of bards lift upwards, carried on the breeze so that all might enjoy the lovely sound.

Alphfirwen wanders along the golden Roadway, humming a soft melody, pausing at the Flagged Terrace, she steps back away from the mainstream of the movement and falls silent in observation.

Lostiriel walks slowly down the Golden Roadway, lost in thought, but looks up to see Alphfirwen standing on the Flagged Terrace. She smiles politely and waves as she makes her way forward. Her eyes are bright and sparkling and there is a friendly expression upon her face as she draws near enough to Alphirwen to call a word of greeting.

Thorhur strides slowly down the Marble Stairway lost in thought. He pulls his cloak back and is just crossing the terrace when he sees Lostriel and Alphfirwen at the other end. He smiles, his eyes sparkling, and walks towards them.

Catching sight of two approaching, Alphdirwen places her hands together before her and then parts them in an outward sweeping manner. "Well met, friends," she says softly in a voice so musical it almost seems as if she sings. Looking upwards, the Bard smiles and closes her eyes a moment as several golden leaves shower down upon her form. "Summer is one of my favorites." She announces with joy. Taking a deep breath, enjoying the warmth of the sun, she lowers her head to look upon those drawing near. "I am Alphdirwen, a humble bard, and it's a pleasure to meet you both upon this terrace."

Catching sight of two approaching, Alphdirwen places her hands together before her and then parts them in an outward sweeping manner. "Well met, friends," she says softly in a voice so musical it almost seems as if she sings. Looking upwards, the Bard smiles and closes her eyes a moment as several golden leaves shower down upon her form. "Summer is one of my favorites." She announces with joy. Taking a deep breath, enjoying the warmth of the sun, she lowers her head to look upon those drawing near. "I am Alphdirwen, a humble bard, and it's a pleasure to meet you both upon this terrace."

Pausing for a moment, Lostiriel listens to the sing-song quality of the Bard's voice as it seems to mingle with the harmonious voices ringing around them. Her lips tilt upward into a smile and she takes a deep breath, drinking in the fine summer day. "Indeed, well met, friends," she replies, looking first at Alphdirwen, then moving her expression to Thorhur. "And yes, it is indeed a pleasure, especially on so pleasing a day. I am Lostiriel, and am glad to meet you both."

"I am Thorhur, and well met are you on this glorious day. I was just on my way to the borders, but decided instead to take in the beauty of this day." With that said, Thorhur breathed deeply and looked at his two companions with great joy.

Smiling at first Lostiriel, and then to Thorhur, the bard steps forward. "Summer brings forth a state of fever, where warmth, scent and sound drive a soul to maddening extents." She laughs. Turning to the Sentinel, she lifts a brow. "The borders you say? I had thought to compose a song this day about the fire within the hearts of our guards, but the fever set upon me and I had to go out...." says continues, turning her gaze towards Lostiriel, "out to find new friends."

Looking upwards towards the Mar Vanwa Tyalieva, she giggles. "Or perhaps I set aside my tasks of this day to find a sweet glass of wine." Alphdirwen looks to her newly met friends and smiles. "Would you care to join me?"

Lostiriel nods at both Thorhur's and Alphdirwen's words and lifts her face to the breeze and sunlight. "I can well understand what would convince you both to set aside your prior plans to give attention to this day...and also what could convince you to seek out a glass of wine. I would indeed like to join you."

Thorhur grins, revealing a wide smile. "There are others patrolling. Wine sounds good to me."

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Mar Vanwa Tyalieva
A large talan about the bole of the tree with a hardwood floor and sturdy walls (unlike most talan construction) that sport shuttered fenestrations to let air in. The branches of the mallorn support the lofty, thatched ceiling and have been lit with many lamps as well as yellow banners to denote the season. Song and laughter fill the night as Galadhrim gather in company. The soft lamplight fills the talan and spills outside, as if to compete with the stars. The tables are packed but you can spot a free table so finding a seat is no problem among the empty tankards of drink.

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With invitations extended and accepted, the bard heads upwards into the Mar Vanwa Tyalieva. As she enters a table of fellow bard call out a greeting, and Alphdirwen lifts a delicate hand to wave a responding greeting. Looking over her shoulder, she smiles at her newly met friends and a hand sweeps outward toward a table near the edge of the massive talan. "I always enjoy a seat where we can see the progress of the sun...."

"Siniathweg! A bottle of red to an outside table if you please." the bard calls out. When the barkeep winks at her, the maiden giggles softly and leads the others towards the table. "Please forgive my ordering in advance.... I adore red wine."

Lostiriel follows her new friend and takes a seat at the table she has chosen. "I agree. This table is positioned very nicely, and as to the red wine, no apologies are needed." She laughs a silvery laugh and waits for Siniathweg to bring the bottle. Her eyes then roam the room, but eventually her attention returns to her company. "I believe this day, while starting out well indeed, has increased in favor as it has drawn on. It is a beautiful day, I have pleasant company and newly discovered friends, and a bottle of red wine is on its way." She smiles again and laughs lightly, examining the faces of the two people with her.

Thorhur follows last of all and sits down eagerly at the table with his friends. The sounds of laughter and chatter made him grin. After a moments pause, he turned back to his friends. "Ah, red wine is my salvation. It is all I will ever drink." Then, raising his voice he yells, "Isn't that right Siniathweg?" Siniathweg nodded with a smile and winked. Thorhur smiled back and looked upon his new friends with content and happiness.

Giggling lightly, the bard glances at each of her new friends. "Have either of you been to the Orchards, south of the Winery? Red wine, a picnic, and the apple trees, are amazing!" She says with enthusiasm. Pausing a moment as the glasses are delivered, she lifts a glass in salute. "While we've only met, I propose our next meeting to be in the Orchard."

Taking a sip, she lowers her glass and looks upon Lostiriel. "Pardon my inquiry, but did my brother, Galharth, make your gown?"

Eyes lighting up, Lostiriel nods in affirmation. "I have been to the Orchards, and their beauty is a delight for each of the senses." Lostiriel pauses to take a glass and raises it in return, whole-heartedly agreeing with the Bard's statement. Then, at Alphdirwen's question, her eyes lower to her gown. "My gown? What makes you ask?"

Clasping her hands together, Alphdirwen nods. "We should do so! In a few days in fact. I'll see that we get a picnic lunch for the event."

Drawing silent for a moement, a smile creeps into the Bards lips. "Forgive me, but Galharth is my brother, and I'm forever trying to send work his way."

Lostiriel tilts her head to the side and smiles, "Well, I don't believe that he made this gown, but I do have a need for some garments. I would be very able to keep him busy." She laughs and examines the Bard's gown. "If he made your's, I would rest assured that he is very skillful in his work." She then takes a sip of her wine and revels in the conversation and warm ambiance of the room. "As for the picnic, that sounds delightful!"

Clasping her hands and resting her chin upon the shelf created, the elleth smiles. "Someone should keep that silly Ellon busy, at least busy enough to keep him from wandering too far from the wood." Scrunching her nose and adding a frown, she adds. "He's trotted off to Isengard several weeks past, in search of information on a sunken ship. No sense... no sense at all."

Leaning forward, and shifting her eyes from one side to the other, she whispers, "Definately ask about seed pearls and embrodiery. He sings inspriation into the weave and I've found none better for a bodice... But don't tell him I sent you or he'd have my ear for overworking him."

A tiny frown works its way into Lostieriel's face and her eyes widen in both surprise and disbelief. "He has travelled from the wood? To Isengard?" She looks slightly puzzled and says very slowly, "And over a sunken ship no less." Then, shaking her head as if to clear it, she takes note of the mention of seed pearls and embriodery. "He does sound very talented though." This statement seems almost to excuse him for travelling afar, but then she quickly adds, "And I shall surely ask him about the embroidery and be sure not to mention your name."

Nodding her head slowly, the bard is the vision of strained patience. "Brilliant with a thread, but after a few meetings with a few visiting rangers, the fool is off finding himself face to face with a troll, and off to Isengard." Shaking her head, she releases a strained breath. "He just won't listen to me, and my dear husband thinks my concern is cute...."

Another deep breath releases, and the bard shakes her head again. "Brothers... love them all you wish, but tolerance over their actions is something hard to deal with." Lifting a brow, she looks to Lostiriel. "Do you have any siblings?"

Eyes widening ever rounder, Lostiriel looks even further shocked at the mention of such things as rangers and trolls. "You must be very worried," she says sympathetically, adding "And I think your concerned is well-warranted." She is silent for a time, and then replies, "And yes, love covers much, but patience is indeed tested by siblings. So, to answer your question, yes." Lostiriel shifts in her chair, then looks up, "But this day should not be marred by worry or concern. It is beautiful and the wine is refreshing. Perhaps it would do well for us to let such strain fall away." Her eyes begin to sparkle again and she finishes off the rest of her glass of wine.

"Agreed!" Alphdirwen says with a smile as she lifts her glass. Chuckling softly she takes the last sip of her wine and places the empty glass upon the table. "Alas, siblings are trying, but husbands are moreso. Forgive me but I have a few chores to take care of."

Rising to her feet, she smiles. "Let us meet in the orchard in a few days. I'll bring the picnic lunch." With that the bard works her way through the Mar and is gone.