Chatting at the Crossroads

Late Morning
Orgaladhad Trees-day
43 Iavas Autumn
Waxing Crescent <VISIBLE>
IC year is: Loa 138 o Yen 21, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3018>

Crossroads in the Forest
You've reached the part of Lorien where the Naith gives way to the Egladil of Lorien, or "angle", which stretches away for many more miles to the south. The pathways here are well travelled, a firm roadway of short golden grass, and lead off in many directions.
Of most notable distinction, it seems that up ahead to the East the forest gives way to some strange sort of hill, though you can't make out the details of it from this distance. To be sure, though, in all directions the Mallorn trees stand guard along the sides of this path, along with whatever it is that seems to have following you and watching you while you have walked through this blessed forest, this Lothlorien, this Dream-flower.

Terridan is standing off to one side of the crossroads, his wounds bandaged in many places, though the Warden seems to too much the worse for wear. He seems to be thinking on something though.

Walking quickly under the morning sun, Aldarwen approaches the crossroads from the south. As she sees the wounded elf to one of the side, she quickens her pace toward him. Her face is filled with worry, as she scans the Warden up and down she says, "Mae Govannen, my dear Terridan, it seems you can't get our of trouble, do you?".

Terridan looks over towards Aldarwen, and a soft smile comes to his face, "Mae govannen, dear Aldarwen..." at her words, he smiles a bit, "Aye... it seems that I get into more trouble than I should of late... but the wounds are not too bad..."

Aldarwen thinks for a moment, still staring at the bandages, then looks tenderly into Terridan's eyes, "You seem to have been well tended, mellon, who did it?"

Terridan smiles again, looking at Aldarwen with a calm smile, "The Istyara did... after telling me how I should block with my head from now on... it would cause less damage."

Aldarwen nods slowly at the Warden's words and then adds, "Certainly, you should take some more care in your fighting, we don't want to lose you, mellon." Her gaze diverts for a moment toward the treetops and then, as she looks back again she says, "Were you going to any place in particular?"

Terridan shakes his head, "Nay... I was just standing here... letting myself heal. I don't know when I will be called back to the borders."

Aldarwen presses her lips for a moment and says, "I would give you a long rest. I don't think that you should risk yourself into battle in your condition..." She looks down at the grass for a moment and then says, "Do you mind if we sit? I have some wine that I could offer you, if you wish."

Terridan smiles softly, "That sounds grand indeed..." he sits down on the grass, and looks over towards you, "How have you been of late?"

Aldarwen sits down elegantly and starts to open her leather pouch, taking a clay bottle and two glasses out from it, while she says, "Well, I've been rather busy, actually. You know that we have to prepare the Bardic Congress that will be held here quite soon... And also, this maiden Naerdhin still needs to be cured... So, many projects going on." She pours the wine into the glasses and offers one to Terridan.

Terridan raises an eyebrow slightly, "Which maiden is this? I have not heard of anyone by that name..." he takes the glass, giving a smile in thanks to Aldarwen.

Aldarwen raises an eyebrow as well, as she takes her own glass to her lips, "Oh, haven't you? She's the reason of our short trip to Fangorn." She sips slowly from her glass, and as she puts it down again she says, "Her throat was attacked, and she lost her voice..."

Terridan blinks, "Her voice... for an elf to lose such a thing..." he turns back to face the sky, then looks down to Aldarwen, "Is it possible for her to regain it?"

Aldarwen presses her lips and her face becomes of pure white, as the snow on the mountains, "I don't really know. It's totally beyond my healing abbility, but I trust Arhuine to find some way of healing her. The advice of the Onod was not of much help, actually. I do hope we can return her voice to her as soon as possible, since she's a Minstrel, and her voice was really beautiful."

Terridan sighs again, then nods slowly, looking up to Aldarwen, "How is she?"

Aldarwen shakes her head slighty, "She's alright, if it weren't for her voice..." She picks up her glass and drinks from it again, putting it down silently after she has nearly empitied it.

Terridan takes a long drink from his glass, then sighs softly, "I am sure that Arhuine will find something for her..."

Aldarwen nods slowly and repeats, "I do hope so".

Aldarwen
You look upon a slender elf maiden, her eyes are dark green and if you look deep in them you can see the leaves of the trees of her childhood still quivering. She has long hair and the color is a bit greenish, like the grass in automn.
She's wearing a long green dress, that shimmers with different shades of green as the light reflects on it. A thin silver belt tightens around her waist. Hanging from the belt at her waist there is a small leather bag, that seems filled with many things of different shapes. She's smiling, but in her expression you may notice she's not completely happy. She wears no necklace or rings of any kind.

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Terridan
You see a youthful elven man who stands 6'10", his athletic build moves quietlyand fluidly, making only the slightest of sounds. His deep brown hair is the color of tempered gold and flows loosely around his shoulders, framing his sharp features. On his left ear is a silver earcuff. Around his neck is a silver chain, a slender rope that looks much like liquid silver in the way it moves, hanging from it is a small red stone which shines and glitters, An elven T is carved on to the surface and the rest is polished to a smooth glint. His deep blue eyes have a look of warmth and dedication to them. Drapped over his shoulders is a large grey cloak, a black cowl resting above it. Along the inner line of the cowl, near where it meets the cloak, you can see a thin silver cord. The cloak itself is fastened by a crystal starburstwith a silver cresent set in the center, the symbolof house Dinlom. Slung across his back is an finely crafted elven longbow, and a quiver full of arrows is strapped onto his right hip. Beneath the cloak you can see his torso is covered by coat of shining ringmail, and on his left hip, a finely crafted longsword rests. His forearms are covered by a pair of leather wrist-guards, that extend halfway down his fingers, allowing him a better grip. His legs are covered by a pair of brown leggings, and on the belt there is a heavily padded satchel. On his feet are boots fashioned from a dark brown leather.

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