Terridan and Gillhach in the land of dreams

Sacred Grove
You stand now at the bottom of a low hill. Standing atop the hill are two magnificent trees, both resembling the mellyrn all around you, but each distinctly different. The first is completely silver in color, glowing bark and leaves both. Its twin, likewise, is entirely a golden color, including its shimmering bark. In the light of the sun, this golden tree reflects the light in such a way as to illuminate the entire grove with its golden light.The air here is more tranquil than you have ever felt elsewhere. As you enter the grove, it becomes impossible to harbor even the slightest feelings of anger, violence, or hatred as the peace here overwhelms your senses. In your relaxed state, you see a bracelet resting below one of the tapestries here.

Terridan walks down the path slowly, then looks around with a quick glance, moving towards Talia's form slowly.

Unmoving, sleeping perhaps; Gillhach is layed aside her stricken sister. Breathing measured and slow, beneath their lids her eyes flutter, as if the maid were dreaming.

Elven Dreams
This is the world of Elven Dreams. Other Elves appear to you here as their true selves, if you have the wisdom and heart to see in this place. Dreams and thoughts, yours and theirs, come to life here.

Terridan walks through the mists of the dream world slowly, a hand falling gently on a sword hilt.

Swirling, ebbing and flowing as they are tugged by some insubstantial wind, the mists part; beyond, between, set in a perfect circle which those same mists do not enter into, a great mallorn is stood. Ancient beyond measure of time, it rises high up, so high that it's top is wreathed in cloud. One of the fathers of trees that Yavanna seeded in the beginning of time is this, or at least a semblance of it, for it seems near translucent, it's colour faded as if it were recalled out of deep memories of times long passed.

Terridan walks through the paths slowly, then smiles at the trees as he begins to walk through them. The smile fades after a moment, and he searches the area.

Climbing ever upwards, without aid of rope or fear of falling; so one might see a little figure making her ascent, clad all in white unblemished, her wealth of fiery hair streaming in the winds that assail her.

Terridan looks up towards the tree slowly, then sighs, and begins to climb up towards the figure, moving as fast as he can.

As if aware of the other climber, e'en as he lays a hand upon the trees trunk, so does the little maid look to stop, and climbs no more. Moving to one of the great tree's broad boughs, she seats herself there and waits.

Terridan continues the rest of the climb easily, though it takes him a good long while to reach the climber. As he nears her brance, he swings up to it, and seats himself as well, "Hello again cousin."

So broad is the branch, that 'tis platform enough in itself for one to stand and move freely on't, without fear of falling. Surefooted, even on the smooth bark of the great mallorn, so little Gillhach walks. Wiping off the grime on her hands onto the glorious fabric of her dress, she turns about. "What do you think?" She asks her cousin, "I paint a pretty picture, though I never saw the thing, do I not?"

Terridan chuckles softly, then looks about, and nods his head slowly, "Aye... indeed you do, cousin..."

Looking to her now-dirtied dress, Gillhach laughs suddenly, saying; "Mother would kill me..." A brief shadow passes o'er her face, though she shirks it off. Shielding her eyes, she looks upwards. "Aiya! a wondrous thing... trees that were as mountains." She flashes a glance at Terridan, "I had thought to find her here you know... she heard the tale, even as I. And trees were her love..."

Terridan nods slowly, then sighs heavily, "Has there been any sign of her?"

Gillhach shakes her head in a negative, "I have not seen her, and I've not the eyes to pierce the fog..." She motions upwards, "Maybe at the top? I should think the view would be worth the climb, if she is not there."

Terridan nods his head slowly, then smiles softly, "Perhaps... would you like for me to carry you there?"

Laughing merrily, Gillhach nods her assent. "Time was I might've carried you around, lad. I should think it were your turn now..." A smile curls her rosebud lips, "Come then, if you would. I am not burden enough to worry you as I am."

Terridan smiles softly, then chuckles, lifting the small child up on his arms, and setting her on his back, "You are not a burden even for when we are not in this place cousin... now hold on..."

Looping her arms about her cousin's neck, and her legs about his waist; tightening her grip about him, she motions upwards, smiling still. "Go on then, I shant let go."

Terridan smiles, then nods his head, climbing up the remaining height of the tree quickly.

Silently a white clad figure figure appears out of the greyness here, his identity concealed by his white robes, the robes of a healer, and white cowl pulled over his head, shadowing his face...

And so it is, reaching the top of this tree; a living mountain in itself, breathing the thin air and the vapors of the clouds, that one might look and see Illuin, the northern lamp; both wrought and destroyed before the coming of the elves, but hallowed in song and tale; stood upon it's mountainous pillar. As if it were but an image of the thing, out of the imaginations of uncounted generations, the image of the lamp is faded and incomplete, it's light dimmed but no less wondrous than it might have been when seen first hand.

Looking downwards from her place upon her cousin's back, and do the world wrapped in twilight below; struck dumn by the sight, she is aghast and does not speak.

Terridan notices the change in his cousin, but does not look down, "What is wrong?"

The white clad figure moves slowly threw the dream scape silently, his path taking him near to you as he walk along.

Swallowing roughly, and wetting her lips; Gillhach gathers the words, "Set me down cousin, ere you look. I would not have you drop me!"

Terridan raises an eyebrow curiously, then decides against it, "I will look once we reach the top, cousin... until then.. let us stop here... I think we may need stronger support for you.." he climbs onto a branch.

The figure in white stops as he nears to the two of you and says softly, "Mae govannen mellon."

Loosening her grip about his shoulders, and clambering off Terridan's back to the safety of a thick branch nearby, Gillhach rests there a while. "Look, if you would cousin. At the world before the lamps were wrecked." She gestures downwards, "It was a tale that the lady told us in our childhood, my sister and I. And Galadriel said she herself heard it in her youth... I had not remembered it 'til now."

Terridan looks down across the branch, and gasps loudly, "By Elbereth..." he looks out across the view, and falls to one knee.

Kathalis nods slowly to you both as he slowly begins to move past...

Gillhach agrees, "It is a wondrous thing..." And she dares another look, "Aiya... a wondrous thing indeed. Perhaps I became carried away in my imaginings of it... the lady tells a vivid tale." Eyes widening as she sees Kathalis walking by, she motions him to a branch, "Seat yourself, I pray. 'Tis quite disconserting to see one standing on air."

Kathalis glances towards the child and says softly, "Nay mellon, there is not time for sitting around...." shaking his head slowly...
The white clad figure of Kathalis dissapears from view as if he only came in contact with your dream for a moment before continuing on in his search.

Shaking her head then, and looking away from the sight. Gillhach motions the twilit landscape far below, "We should descend," She says, "It is an absorbing sigh... and I should not wish to look at it for too long, lest I lose myself."

Terridan nods slowly, then looks at his cousin again, "Do you not wish to reach the top, cousin? we are almost there."

Looking upwards, upon sight of the tree's peak, the maid shakes her head. "No," Says Gillhach, "Not this day... Some mountains should not be climbed, and I fear that which I might see if I were to look down."

Terridan nods his head again, then takes his belt off, "Come then... I shall carry you down, cousin..."

Gillhach nods, and, climbing on Terridan's back awaits the descent.

Terridan wraps the belt around them both, keeping Gillhach on his back. He takes a hold of the tree again, and begins to move down.