Log with Faye in Imlad 10-20-02 7:25pm
The darkness of the late evening sweeps over the Master's Valley as a
young
Laiquendi maiden appears in the Hall of Fire. Dressed in a gown of pale
green, her long strands of golden hair are braided back into dozens of
tiny
braids. Under an arm she carries a few papers, seemingly not in any
order,
and with closer inspection once can see that they are filled with
various
notes...Or scribbles.
She takes a seat new the open fire, and spreads the papers out all
around
her. They room that but few days ago, once held a lively group, now
empty;
not a soul around. Finding herself at peace here, the young lady
Counsel
begins scribbling different things in Sindarin down upon her papers. (Merilwen)
Silently a second Laiquendi maiden enters the Hall,
pausing
as she spots the elleth by the fire. Most of her inky midnight hair is
pulled up in a simple plait, but enough has worked itself free to frame
the
wicked smile that now graces her pale face. Grey eyes narrow as she
readjusts the books and leather shoulder bag which she carries, and
then her
booted feet carry her across the room until she stands behind her
fellow
Counsel. "Boo!" Fairenel leans down and whispers in the elleth's ear.
With a quick jolt, the maiden of roses jumps. With doing so, her
papers,
once gather around her, go flying into the air all in various ways
before
they flutter to the ground, once even landing into the blaze of the
fire.
Quickly into her slippered feet, Merilwen's eyes turn to meet the
disturbance. "Fairenel o nos Laiquendi!" The Counsel maiden says,
perhaps
even a bit before she turns around, for she is sure if the voice even
before
seeing her face. Then with a quick smile, Merilwen grins, "Really, what
was
the purpose in that?" She puts her hands upon her hips.
Faye laughs merrily, the sound filling the room and
seeming
to fit perfectly in with its surroundings. "Do I ever need a purpose?"
she
asks, grinning and dumping her bag and books onto a chair before
helping to
pick up the rogue pieces of parchment. That done, she lands in said
chair
with a plop!, pulling her things onto her lap. "How are you, mellon?
Are you
having a good day?" She chuckles.
"Oh, juse fine, and I must say, it's....nice to see you." Merilwen
grins.
"For I am sure that most of the things that are actions of your's,
m'lady,
with even a thousand of the wisest no one would be able to figure out
any
purpose." She says as she gathers up a few of the papers that can be
saved.
"You know, I had been meaning to talk to you, actually, Faye. For it
has
been long past the time we had any kind of offical meetings with the
Imlads
to see what kind of progress they are making. Do you think that we
should
try and call a meeting together?" Merilwen then falls quiet for a
moment.
"Hm..." comes the muffled reply; Faye was bent over,
intent
on pulling off her boots. They soon come off, to reveal thicken socks
that
are soon stretched in the direction of the fire. Faye sits up again,
fiddling with the end of her braid. "Yes, I think that would be a good
idea.
We can make sure that everyone is all on the same page. What
with...recent
events...our real purpose for coming here has been pushed back out of
the
forefront of everyone's minds."
"I'm not even sure that most of the Imladrim know what the purpose is
in
which we have came." Merilwen looks back up to Faye and her socks,
"Well, I
can't be much longer here, but I think it's something to get planning
as I
am certain our time here grows thin." The maiden of roses begins to
gather
up some of her papers.
"Yes, I would hate it if our purposes were not fulfilled
ere
it became time to leave. After all of the planning we so carefully laid
down...We shall have to devote all of the days we have left here toward
the
purposes of the Royal Court." Faye adjusts her feet so that they won't
roast
and watches Merilwen as she gathers her papers.
"Well, I do fear that the times has come that I must go. We shall have
to
get this meeting up and going soon." Merilwen then shuffles her papers
and
sticks them under her left arm. "Well, good evening to you, m'lady. And
don't you go getting yourself into any trouble now. We don't want
kicked out
of this place just yet, and besides, I want in on the fun." A wink and
a
quick grin are the last emotions from the lady as then within the next
moment she is gone.