From Afternoon to Night
Ormenel <Heavens-day>
55 Rhiw <Winter>
Moon phase: Last Quarter <HIDDEN>
Loa 134 o Yen 21, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3014>

Lawn
Here the stairway through the mellyrn meets the top of a mighty hill. You stand in the middle of a great lawn filled with blue and yellow flowers. A sweet scent fills the air. In the middle of the lawn stands a great shimmering fountain which falls into a basin of silver. From the basin flows a white stream of water out into a small brook, which then trickles away down the hill. Further north stands a mallorn tree of such magnificent height that it seems to reach even to the clouds.
Contents:
Crafts Table
Large Summoning Drum
Marble Fountain

Aldarwen comes climbing up the steps and nods to all the elves around. She goes directly towards the table where the wines are, and after staring for some second at the bottles she pours herself a bit of one of them.

Aldarwen, after drinking from her glass, she puts it down and nods to herself smiling.

Althea moves over to the table where Caly's wine sits and pours herself a glass

Althea takes a drink, letting it linger on her tongue for a moment before swallowing.

His steps taking him quickly up the stairs, Ithilhin arrives with a smile. "Mae govannen, mellyn!" He steps over to the crafts table.

Aldarwen smiles towards Ithilhin, "Mae Govannen, mellon! We finally did receive that special wine I had mentioned. Please, give it a try".

Althea sets the glass down and waves to Ithihin.

Ithilhin grins. "Why, wonderful! We shall see how this wine stacks up against Earsul's." He moves over and pours himself a generous glass of wine and starts to sip it.

Slowly sipping the wine, Ithilhin's impassive face turns to a slow smile. He keeps sipping until he has drained the entire glass. He then sets it down, his face deep in thought. "Mmmm... that is quite a good wine.. I am not sure how it compares to Earsul's." He frowns, thinking.

Althea waves cheerfuly to her cousin "Mae govannen mellon, have some of the wine".

Kathalis smiles softly and walks slowly over to Althea shaking his head, "Nay cousin... Not after last time..."

Aldarwen watches Ithilhin drink from the silver pitcher and waits until he emits his judge and says, "Their flavours are indeed very different, but in my humble opinion, Earsul's should receive the prize". She bows her head towards Kathalis and then turns towards Althea, "Which do you think it's best, Minister?"

Althea turns to Alderwen "While I greatly like Caly's wine I must agree with you"

Ithilhin nods, "I believed the wine of elanor tasted better, myself. I was unsure whether my great friendship with the Aide was interfering with my judgements."

Aldarwen nods too, "Then, we shall declare Earsul's wine the best of this Bardic Fest." She smiles wide and goes to pour herself some more of it.

Althea nods and pours herself some more of wine. She looks at her cousin "Do you want any Kath?"

Kathalis shakes his head, "No thank you Mellon." taking a seat slowly, reaching slowly down to settle his sword slowly to his side, his faces still hidded in the shadown of his cowl.

Althea takes her glass over to where Kathalis is sitting and settles down next to him.

Kathalis sighs softly leaning back slowly against the fountain, you hear the diffante sound of metal striking stone as he does.

Calysaelyn steps onto the lawn, her grey eyes seeking those she is familiar with out of the group that is gathered here. Her eyes come to rest on Kathalis and she smiles as she steps over towards him and the fountain.

Althea looks over at Kathalis, puzzled "Are you alright?"

Ithilhin pours himself some of Earsul's wine and seats himself on a bench, humming softly as he drinks.

Parmalyn walks nervously up the stairs, looking around as if for someone...

Kathalis smiles brightly seeing Parmalyn and begins to make her way over to her.

Aldarwen sees that everyone is gathering at the lawn and smiles as they arrive, "Mae Govannen, mellyn, welcome to our closing ceremony!"

Parmalyn doesn't seem to see that person and sighs heavily as the proceedings begin...

Kathalis nods to Althea for a moment before quickly making his way to Parmalyn.

Ainael pours a glass of wine from the silver pitcher and takes a sip.

Aldarwen smiles around and says with her clear, merry voice, "First of all I would like to thank all of you and all the ones that participated at the Fest, for I think that we all had a great time, and that's the most important thing..."

Kathalis presses something into Parmalyn hand "I ... ... ... this."

Aldarwen grins wide and continues, "But we are to give special recognitions for those works that were specially good in what they did. First of all, Lothmiir, winner of the Wine Fest, will be served in the Mar for as long as Siniathweg will pour it..."

Parmalyn smiles at the mention of this... she seems to recognize the name of the wine.

Tirastaldo steps up and sees his companions, "Good Afternoon, Mellyn."

Aldarwen continues, "Then, the winners of the Fest of Song, Terridan and Miriamele with their beautiful duet, will be considered honorary bards within the Glirdain..."

Galawe slips onto the lawn from the north, glad that she has come in time to catch some of the awards. She remains standing near the back of the crowd, watching.

The look on Parmalyn's face suddenly changes from one of abject disappointment to complete joy. Her eyes seem to radiate this overwhelming happiness and for several moments, her mouth works yet no sound emerges...

Kathalis smiles and nods to Parmalyn truning to walk back over towards his cousin.

Aldarwen goes on with the announcements, "The Fest of Crafts was won by the Craftmaster, " she giggles a bit and continues, "But I have to mention that the crafts submitted by Tulgalad and Calysaelyn were also very well done".

Aldarwen sighs for a second and then goes on, "And there's one last thing I have to tell you before we end this beautiful Bardic Fest. About the Bracelets that had been lost in the Finrim complex..."

Ithilhin smiles, nodding as he listens to Aldarwen.

A tall figure, donned in formal wears, steps quietly to the back of the crowd, turning an interested nose to the air to gather a sniff or two of fine wine.

Kathalis smiles softly sitting back away from everyone watching and listening quietly knowing something about this.

Parmalyn's eyes light up at the mention of the bracelets...

Tirastaldo smiles at the mention of bracelets.

Galawe, still standing at the back of the crowd, gives a slight glance towards the direction of a new arrival.

Parmalyn smiles and seems nervous but slowly she makes her way toward the front of the crowd, giving a small... "ahem."

Aldarwen opens her lips to say something, but then glances towards Parmalyn with an interested look, "Yes. mellon?"

Kathalis smiles watching Parmalyn, relaxing quietly...

As the early day's breeze teasingly wafts the smell of the fragrant wine over the crowd, the newly arrived tall figure gives in to the thought of quenching his thirst. Slowing moving through the crowd, giving more-than-occassional "Escuse me .. pardon mes ..." to those he passes by, Rumil edges toward the wine pitcher.

Parmalyn blushes at being recognized, "Um... I can help you with... um.. that." She stutters softly, adding, "They were my bracelets."

Aldarwen opens her eyes wide and stares at Parmalyn for some long seconds before saying, "Indeed?"

Parmalyn just nods, seeming very ill at ease in front of so many elves.

Aldarwen smiles and bows her head to Parmalyn, "So, mellon, have you been returned all your bracelets?"

Parmalyn seems to think for a moment, calculating in her head, "Oh yes, all thirty-eight of my bracelets came back to me, thanks to someone who I think is here... and others..."

Aldarwen grins wide, "Oh, well, I'm very happy to hear that, mellon. Tell us then, who is that one that has found all your beautiful bracelets."

Having taking a long sip of wine, Rumil's mouth nearly turns into a faucet hose as he hears the number of bracelets the elf has. Managing to contain himself by slapping his chest, the guard then asks incredicously, "How could one have so many bracelets?"

The distant sound of whispering crystal arrives to the top of the stairs long before the maiden whos cascading moonlight-colored hair is dappled so carefully with amethysts. Soft pale features cast about in curioisty as Charmat takes note of those present.

Kathalis smiles softly sitting back quietly.

Parmalyn blushes a deep red, similar to some of the wine's on the nearby table, "Um, yes... that many. I made them all for the fests... and I ... I couldn't enter them..." she sighs, "But they were all returned," her eyes light up again as soon as she says this, "And I have many people to thank. Some left their names and others did not, but I have fourteen of them with me..."

Galawe smiles broadly at the antics of the blustery Commander, glad of her position at the rear of the crowd. All the better to hide her near mirth.

Ithilhin chuckles a moment, then withdraws to the rear of the crowd and exits silently.

Kathalis stands slowly at the back of the crowd.

Aldarwen smiles once again, "Tell us, please, who were those fourteen".

Suddenly a long roll of parchment with both names and several numbers, some scratched out and others written boldly, and other things which look like... tally marks? All of this does Parmalyn read through quickly and begin.......

Parmalyn begins, "Mellon Kathalis?" she says, looking around slowly, recognizing the name and thinking she knows the face, "He found thirty seven of my bracelets...."

Kathalis smiles and nods to Parmalnyn.

"Ah ..." murmurs Rumil, apparently satisfied at Parmalyn's response regarding her countless bracelets, although his whispering is muffled by another sizeable gulp of wine. After wiping off a remnant of the red wine off his chin, the guard asks, only when Parmalyn has concluded however, "Tell us late-comers who won the different festival contests?"

Parmalyn continues as if no one said a thing, "Zax found 36... um," she looks down again, "Ainael found 34 ... Tulgalad found 33 ... Earsul found 32 ... Tirastaldo found 31 ...Erana found 30 ... " she looks down yet again, not seeming winded in the least...

Ainael smiles broadly.

Parmalyn finishes, "Tarinalas found 30 ... Terridan found 30.... Gallia found 21 ... Calelia found... " the maiden looks down AGAIN, "8 ... Gilsadron found 7 ... Lendalas found 5 and finally ..."

Parmalyn breathes in and says, "Althea found one of my beautiful bracelets..."

Aldarwen giggles, "Mellon, I can't still understand how it is that you lost all those bracelets, but I beg you, next time be more careful not to lose them and then you may enter the Fest".

Tulgalad looks around to see who might be the one.

Parmalyn blushes a bright red, "Mellon, I shall endeavor to do that..." she rolls up her scroll, still blushing and moves away, adding before she goes, "If anyone should want one, feel free to ask."

Kathalis smiles softly standing at the back of the crowd quietly, he raises his hand and mostions Parmalyn over quietly.

Parmalyn seems startled, but moves toward Kathalis anyway, stowing her scroll in some hidden pocket...

Charmat heard Rumil's lost question and moves forward intot he crowd to quirie Aldarwen, "Who won all the other events? I've been quite busy with this fungus I haven't been able to attend as much as I'd have wished."

Galawe, also eager to hear of the winners she missed, attempts to move closer to the front.

Ainael walks toward Parmalyn.

Aldarwen grins and says, "Earsul won the Wine Fest, and the Lothmiir will be served in the Mar from now on. Terridan and Miriamele won the Fest of Song, and they'll be considered honorary bards within the Glirdain. Miriamele won also the Fest of Crafts, and... ", she looks towards Rumil and then Charmat, "You two were awarded the Best Dancers of Lothlorien".

Charmat bursts out with a rolling mirthfilled laughter and stumbles toward Rumil. Amongst the spirts of emmense humor, she manages, "Hear that, Commander? Lorien is in trouble!" Sunlight falls upon the her colorless hair, light it to a golden brillance of cascading dreams.

Kathalis smiles as Parmalyn approaches, "How are you doing mellon?"

Aldarwen's answer comes at the wrong time and this time, Rumil's mouthful of wine is sprayed all over the back of Tulgalad, in complete shock of the honor. He dutily however begins to wipe off the misforunate citizen who stood before him.

Parmalyn looks to Kathalis, "I'm doing rather well considering, mellon... thank you for asking. Since you found my most treasured bracelet, would you perhaps like to have it?"

Kathalis smiles softly, "I would be honored Mellon, I was going to ask you for one to my Beloved Talia...."

Unable to contain herself any longer, Galawe's rich laughter rings across the lawn. The ceremonies seeming to have deteriorated into mirth. She spies Earsul at the back and moves towards him, congratulations in her eyes.

Parmalyn smiles to both elves, nodding, "Perhaps you would care to join me elsewhere to discuss the giving of bracelets? ... The Finrim Complex is where they all are..."

Charmat turns back to Aldarwen, from Rumil's side, and calls above the din,"Does this mean we get to go to the Bardic Fest and dance for them?" Her seawater eyes cast to the Commander to mark his response to this.

Kathalis smiles and nods, "Sure Parmalyn.."

After gaining Tulgalad's attention, Rumil tilts his head slightly to Charmat, indicating the wrong-doer in the "wine incident." He then slowly walks off, hoping to reach the stairway before any shouting or other finger-pointing occurs.

Aldarwen approaches Charmat, not to be shouting over the big mess the closing ceremony has turned into, "Well, Herbmaster, it's up to you. You can come if you do wish to do it."

Tulgalad drenched in wine, although of high quality, does nothing for his apearance and seeps in to his cloths making him look lick a sick dog.

Charmat chuckles, "No. I mean, yes, I will probably go, but no, I will not be dancing again for a crowd. I think that is more of a personal thing."

Aldarwen grins and nods, "That's exactly what I meant when I said it was up to you".

Tulgalad retrieves a clothe to dry himself.

Charmat nods and smiles. "Thank you Aldarwen, for doing this whole fest. You did a wonderful job."

Galawe pauses as she crosses the lawn, a distant smile spreads across her face. She then continues looking for Earsul who must have shown up by now...

Ainael turns to Kathalis. "Would you like to walk with me to the Finrim?"

Aldarwen grins broad and bows her head, "Thank you, Herbmaster, but I did not work alone, all the Glirdain were involved".

Parmalyn smiles to Kathalis and Ainael and takes one last look at the proceedings before going down the stairs...

Kathalis nods and smiles standing to walks down the stairs.

Ainael follows behind Parmalyn.

Charmat nods, "But you were present and running it through the entire thing." Passing a soft slender hand over Aldarwen's cheek, she smiles, then turns and heads back down the stairs.

Sighing as she sees the proceedings beginning to break up, Galawe crosses to the table to pour a goblet of the elanor flavored wine.

Aldarwen goes to sit near the fountain and sighs a bit, a tired look showing in her eyes.

Hurrying onto the lawn from the direction of the Great Stairway, Earsul frowns slightly as he sees the crowd begin to disperse, assuming he has arrived too late for the closing ceremonies of the fests. Looking slightly disappointed, he moves quietly towards the fountain, taking a seat on its stone side.

Tirastaldo says, "Perhaps you should rest a while, Alderwen."

Aldarwen nods towards Tirastaldo, "Yes, I think I do need some rest, mellon, but I don't know if I'll be able to have it, for I have to keep waiting on the Ents that are in our woods." She sighs again and as she sees Earsul she smiles, "Congratulations, mellon!"

Seeing the Aide has finally arrived, she pours a second goblet and crosses to him at the fountain. She hands him the glass. "Here, you better get used to drinking this, Earsul."

Earsul looks up as he is addressed, and while he is slightly confused by Galawe's words, those of the Bard offer him a clue to their meaning. He says nothing, merely looking back and forth between the two for elucidation, a hopeful smile slowly growing on his face.

Aldarwen giggles, "Oh! You have not yet heard, mellon? Lothmiir was chosen the best wine! It will be served by Siniathweg from now on."

Laughing, Galawe toasts the air, "To the new Master Vintner?"

Earsul grins happily at their words, and stands quickly, moving over to the table to pour himself a glass. "This is news indeed, mellyn," he grins. "So old Sini will be serving it in the Mar, you say? Well, this comes as a bit of a surprise, I must admit," he says, sipping his wine.

Tirastaldo yippies at a new wine to choose from at the Mar, than walks to the table, pours a glass of the wine, and reclines, sipping, and licking his lips, toasting Earsul and his wonderful, wonderful wine.

A puzzled look on her face, Galawe glances at the second glass in her hand which Earsul refused. Grinning, she offers it to Aldarwen. "You look like you could use this, mellon."

Aldarwen nods, "Indeed, I have already drunk two glasses of Lothmiir today, but I won't refuse a third one".

Galawe takes a seat next to her. "You know, if I am available next time 'round, I have has some small experience with the logistics of these kinds of events. Please do call on me should you need some help." She smiles and sips the lovely floral scented wine.

Earsul raises a hand of caution to the Bard. "You should be careful, mellon. It ended up rather stronger than was my intent," he smiles. "Perhaps in my next attempt I will be able to control the strength," he muses.

Aldarwen grins towards Earsul, "I grew tired on running this Fests, mellon, and your wine does me good". She turns towards Galawe and smiles, "Yes, I think that some help would have been nice, but it's ended now, nevermind. Let's rest and be happy".

Calysaelyn's Wine

In a tall, silver pitcher there is a pale liquid filling its container near to the top. Even though elves come by now and then to sample it, still it usually remains full as the maker comes by every now and then to refill it for those you would like to taste of this wine. Perhaps you would like to indulge yourself by pouring a glass and taking a sip to experience the taste...

You pour a glass of the pale liquid and lift it to your lips, ready to experience the taste of this new creation. As it smooths over your tongue it may seem surprising that it feels cool and chilled, even though as far as you can see the pitcher is in no way being kept cold. Your tongue tingles slightly at first as the wine begins to warm in your mouth. The taste is light and a bit fruity...with a sweetness dancing playfully on your tongue as you swallow. As the moment passes you feel a warmth beginning to radiate from within followed by a slight tingling sensation.

Ithilhin
The strong, tall and proud Knight-Bachelor Ithilhin of the Order of Lorien stands before you. Trimmed, golden hair covers his head to above his ears. A grey cowl, hanging back over his neck, reveals his face. Two deep, sea-blue eyes twinkle merrily, though it is like sunlight shining on the surface of a deep ocean. The corners of his mouth tug upwards in a smile constantly. Sunlight and moonlight reflect off his light complexion and gold hair. Quite tall, his legs look very muscular from extended travel. His hands have slight creases criss-crossing them from handling his longbow, Rangilisil. It is held over his shoulder. A quiver is supported there as well.

A member of the Gweth Tarn in the Order, he is often found training, practicing stealth, tactics, and marksmanship. Though gaining proficiency with his longbow and the methods of war favored by the Order, he has seen little real combat. Due to this, his mood is far lighter than his various superiors. Able to go from merriment to solemnity in moments, he takes his patrolling of the border and his training dead serious.

Knight-Bachelor Ithilhin is a merry elf, friendly, willing to have fun or take on duties as the times require. A loyal soldier and a trustworthy friend, he would doubtlessly listen if you want someone to talk to.

Parmalyn
The maiden before you walks proudly, her grey cloak riding the breezes. Piercing blue eyes give the impression of intelligence, giving her an austere appearence. To hear her speak, however, is to immerse yourself in the melody which is her voice. Her lively step betrays the natural personality of the maiden which lies beneath the aloof exterior gained from decades of study.

Long pale hair, the color of moonlight, streams down her back in a waterfall of colors reflected from the mirror that is her tresses, bathing her green-trimmed, white gown in any manner of greens and blues and golds. Soft deerskin sandals adorn her feet, further quieting her already silent steps.

A slight smile tugs at one cornet of her pink lips, setting a glow to her rosy cheeks and crystalline eyes.