Bleddyn on the Lawn

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.

Bleddyn quietly walks up the last few steps and then goes over to sit down next to a tree.

The stream that issues from the fountain bubbles merrily down the hill.

Bleddyn takes out what appears to be a small belt knife. He then pulls an apple out of a pocket and cuts slices off and eats them.

Bleddyn finishes the apple and stows the knife and core. He then leans his head back against the tree.

It is a night of a kind that lesser folk might hope to behold, but once in their short lives. For here you are stood in the very heart of Elvendom on earth. Above, in the heavens are set the full array of Varda's works: And Earendil, most beloved of those is kindled red among them.
All is tranquil, the birds are taken to their perches and sing no songs, awaiting the dawn perhaps, and the rising of the sun over the endless rows of the mallyrn. Some few are out this night, partaking of the beauty and splendour of Caras Galadhon. And one such, a maid. Ascends the great stair, alighting the landing there.

Bleddyn looks up at the stars and around once without really noticing anyone.

And so, carried up the lawn with long strides: Gillhach is come well nigh upon the Adan, ere she notices him. Distracted perhaps, by some fleeting fancy off among the trees, or absorbed in her own thought. With that recognition, the elleth stops midstep; lending herself to a moment's scrutiny of the man, ere she bespeaks him. "Greetings..." She says, and little more. And 'tis a wonder that in westron she speaks, flawlessly, even if slightly accented: "And who might you be?"

Bleddyn shakes his head as if chasing away sleep and looks up. "Pardon?"A smile curling her lips, the maid repeats herself. Slower perhaps, in case perhaps; the human's hearing is impaired. "Who are you?"Bleddyn says, "My name is Bleddyn M'lady."

Gillhach's smile widens, seemingly at the reference. "Lady?" She refrains from comment on that, lest her words be wasted. "Well Bleddyn, I do not doubt you have the countenance of our Lord... but what is it that brings one of the secondborn to Caras Galadhon?"

Bleddyn says, "For rest My Lady. I have been many long months hunting and decided to find respite once again amongst your trees."

Gillhach says then, with a smile. "Hunting?" She seems somewhat... taken aback, "Strange that a...human...should hunt." She nods then, almost inwardly, "The secondborn never struck me as having enough patience to hunt, nor the acuity required..."

Bleddyn chuckles and says "It was not for food that I was hunting My lady but for Goblins. Although I do hunt the stag every so often."A bird starts suddenly from her perch on a nearby tree and wings away into the forest.

Gillhach nods, "That is well, a noble pursuit is that of the yrch and their kin."

Bleddyn looks grim for a moment and then says "<Sindarin> Yes it is."

Gillhach is quite unphazed, indeed, quite unconcerned by the human's knowledge of her tongue. Simply adding "<Sindarin> And yet not a pleasant business, even if necessary."

Bleddyn cocks his head to the side as if not so sure what to say and then adds "<Sindarin> Unpleasant yes. And dangerous I might add. My first experience with your people was when I was near death from one such encounter."

Gillhach stifles a laugh, "<Sindarin> One need not speak to me of danger in that task... I have hunted many fell things in my time. But as for you, perhaps it was luck that the yrch had you... our kind are quicker to aid the enemies of yrch than those who claim neutrality"

Bleddyn yawns and mutters almost to himself "I really should find a place to sleep." he then looks up and says "If you will excuse me M'Lady. I believe I will find some place to rest."

Gillhach nods then, "<Sindarin> Aye," She says, "<Sindarin> Rest as well you may, lodgings there are to be found." She motions expansively in a southerly direction.