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Meetings at Mar Vanwa Tyalieva Late Night < About 2:29 AM > Oranor <Sun-day> 18 Iavas <Autumn> Loa 139 o Yen 21, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3019> Mar Vanwa Tyalieva Siniathweg gives a wave to Calriel. Rayakalm is standing at the bar. He is speaking with Siniathweg in a low voice. Before him stands a glass of wine, which is half emptied already. A group of three elves leave noisily through the front door.The door opens briefly, just long enough to let in one cloaked figure and a blast of cold autumn air. The air disperses throughout the room, attempting to wreak its havoc on all there, but its raging forces are quickly killed by the warm air of the hearth. The figure, in stark contrast, stands quietly by the closed door, letting down the hood of her cloak and glancing around the room, taking in the scene. Rayakalm nods at something the bartendar says and takes a sip from his wine. As the bartendar waves to the newly arriving elf, Rayakalm puts down his glass and looks over his shoulder. He raises a hand in greeting also. Siniathweg gives a wave to Terridan. Calriel returns the wave to Rayakalm, smiling pleasantly. She raises one eyebrow at him, looking almost amused, but she says nothing. Instead, she walks towards the bar, whispering something to the bartender and sliding a few coppers her way. The bartender leaves for a moment, then returns carrying a large, steaming glass of spiced cider, which she hands to the maiden. Accepting it, Calriel smiles at the bartender, a twinkle in her eye. She whispers something that you are unable to hear, but the bartender laughs loudly, slapping Calriel on the arm playfully and shaking her head. Terridan steps down into the main sitting area of the Mar, and turns his eyes to look over the occupants of this place. He glances about slowly, and turns to look at the elf that stands near the door, and smiles softly, following her as she walks towards the bar. He looks to Rayakalm, and smiles widely, "Mae govannen, mellon." Rayakalm's eyes follow the lady until she arrives at the bar. Then his attention is caught by the greeting of a friend. "Mae govannen, Terridan." He says with a nod in his direction. "What brings you to the city?" Calriel glances beside her at the elf that waved at her upon her entrance, but now sees the tall armored elf. She wants to return to her drink again, but her reflexes make her turn her head once again and look closer. Then, suddenly, a slight smile crosses her pale dry lips. As the morning dew and spring sun, so was her clear and refreshing voice, as it rung out "Knight-Warden, Caunen Terridan!" Terridan looks over towards Rayakalm, and smiles widely, "I have just come along to check on some things, mellon, but it is good to see you again," as he hears the second greeting though, he turns towards Calriel, and his eyes narrow slightly, trying to see who it is underneath the cowl and cloak, "Mae govannen, mellon... your voice sounds familiar.. but would you mind removing your cowl so I may see who it is who greets me?" Rayakalm looks curiously from Terridan to the other elf. Calriel's long slender fingers rise up alongside her face and as they reach the top of the cowl, they push it backward, letting her golden hair fall down as a stream of living sunlight. She looks upon the Knight-Warden with her clear blue eyes, a smile playing about her face. "If ye have a good memory and remember the sun that shone in last's summer on the trees of the Golden Wood, blessed by song and poem and laughter, ye might even remember me!" A
wide smile comes to the Knight-Warden's face, and he moves forward slowly,
bowing deeply towards her, "I do indeed remember you, Calriel. And I am indeed
happy to see you once again. Tell me though, what brings you here to Lothlorien?
Are you come for some message for the Lord and Lady?" he looks over towards
Rayakalm, and smiles, "Join us mellon." Tauran stroles slowly into the Mar, giving a quick wave to Siniathweg. Tauran says in Sindarin, "What news Siniathweg?" Siniathweg speaks with Tauran. Tauran places an order. Soon he is served a glass of wine. Tauran takes a seat at the long table with benches. Rayakalm smiles and his lips repeat the lady's name without making a sound. He looks back at Terridan and nods to answer him. He takes his glass and moves towards the others. "Calriel, is it?" He asks while turning towards the lady. "My name is Rayakalm." And then he stops, not knowing what else to say. Tauran glances about the Mar, then down at his glass of wine. Tilting his head back he tosses back a large draught of the drink. Sweet necterous drips are gently wiped away with his right hand, as he fiddles with the bench, creaking slightly under the weight of his body. Calriel smiles and nods to Terridan, and to the other elf, folding her white hands on her chest, covering the beech tree, that is embroidered on her pure white dress in gold thread. She starts to speak again, and for a moment it seems that all the other sounds around you diminish and you are standing in a quiet garden. "Rayakalm, and you Terridan, well met! Yes, my name is Calriel. Calriel Elentari, from the forest of Eryn Galen." With this, she flashes a smile towards Terridan and says with a serious voice "Aye, as always the word of Thranduil travels quick and far and not to you, not to me is it known when it leaves. But perhaps, even, it is here to stay." She looks down to the floor, her soft smile fading away... Terridan raises an eyebrow slightly, and as Calriel frowns, he looks down to her face, "I am not sure what you mean mellon... do you say that you are here permenately?" "Perhaps I cannot tell," is the lady's response. Her voice is warm, but a hidden sadness can be found in it. "Now it seems to me I am like the wind, that has no home under the stars of Varda. Though it is only that I traveled from Eryn Galen to Lothlorien, it feels like many things have happened and cannot be made undone. Who is to say where I stay or go." She pauses a moment and is trying to recollect her thoughts. She looks up again to the face of Terridan, and then to Rayakalm's. Without losing them out of her sight, she brings the cup to her lips and takes a sip of her drink, before she continues "You see, my parents brought me here, and whether I can and want to stay or go, I cannot tell" Terridan nods his head once as Calriel speaks, and turns away from her only for a moment to look over towards Tauran, "It's good to see you up and about, mellon... I was afraid you'd still be under the healer's care," he looks back towards Calriel slowly, and sits down next to her, "Start from the beginning mellon... why did your parents bring you here?" Rayakalm stands enchanted by the lady's voice. His smile disappears with hers, he drinks every word she says. As she drinks from her glass, he raises his and empties it. He puts down the empty glass on the bar and motions to Siniathweg to refill it. Tauran stirs to respond, though pauses for awhile. Seeing the indepth conversation comencing, he is more than content to sit at his wine for a bit. Slowly he stretches out his long, slender legs underneith the table. Giving Terridan a slow nod, acknowledging that he is feeling much better. Following Terridan's look to the other elf, she glances at him and nods, before turning her head back to Terridan. "Well", she stumbles "If one can say there is someone to blame for that, it is me. Before my visit last year when the sun reached its highest point, I had never been to Lothlorien before. When I came home, I had many a tale to tell perhaps you experienced that after leaving the halls of Oropher's son upon your visit, as well." Running her fingers through her long hair, casting it to the side, she continues speaking "Cirthor my father," she clarifies, " was born here centuries before the destruction of Doriath. When he met my mother, he followed her and her King so many years ago. I think now they both knew that it was her turn to follow him." Calriel hangs her head low, and then looks up, forcing her lips into a smile "I am not saying I regret their decision. But you will understand that this is a major change." "A major change indeed," Rayakalm says understandingly and continues, "Where did your mother come from if she had to go looking for a husband in these woods?" He pauses uncomfortably, regretting his words immediately after he spoke them. He tries to smile to soften the seemingly harsh tone of his question. Terridan nods his head once, then smiles softly, "Not an easy change either..." he looks over her, "So... is there anything we can do to aid you in your time here?" At the large table, Tauran finishes his glass of wine. Summoning a server with his waving hands, he gets another glass of wine. Blue eyes wide, he nods at the server with appreciation. Calriel's face clears up at the question, and replies "Althariel, my mother, was born in the land called Ossiriand, also known as the land of the Seven rivers. Upon Beleriand's destruction, she and a great number of our kin crossed the mountains again, led by Oropher of Doriath. There they met up with their kin, which they left near the banks of the Anduin. Then one can see that destiny, and love, work in mysterious ways. Faced with the choice of staying or following her King, my father decided to come with her.", finishing the summary of the early history of her family, Calriel rubs her forehead softly at Terridan's question, and considers her thoughts before answering him. She looks at him, her deep eyes are young, nor old, and they are like a starlit night. She says "Thank you for your eloquent words, Terridan. And I believe the only thing that you can aid me with is your companionship. Losing my friends, home and King left a gap in my life, and I am trying to fill it in slowly." The sun rises over the trees, flashing on the golden leaves of the Mellyrn. Terridan nods his head once, and places a hand on her shoulder, "Not an easy thing to happen... but I am sure you will find something to aid you with filling it. Perhaps it is not here in these woods... but then again, perhaps it is." Calriel says, "Aye, who can tell, Caunen Terridan.", she says slowly. She looks at the morning light that enters through the windows of the Flet. "How have things been going since I left your lands last time? Your Lord sounded very concerned about what the near future would hold."" A broad smile appears on Rayakalm's face. "Ossiriand!" He repeats. "Then we are not as stranger as much as I thought. My parents came from the same region." He looks to Terridan when he speaks and then back to Calriel. He nods slightly in Terridan's direction. "You seem to have friends here already, though." Calriel says, "Really?" the lady asks, her eyes widening "That is good to hear, Rayakalm! I met some other Laiquendi last year at the Bardic Congress, and it fills my heart with pleasure, to see I am not the only one of my kin here. We are all Silvan elves though, in Eryn Galen, and many of them are Laiquendi! I wish more of you would travel to our halls and celebrate midsummer with us!"" Terridan smiles widely, then nods his head again, "Aye... they are indeed grand..." he smiles, "Come... let me get you a drink mellon." Rayakalm says, "I would love to see more of my kin. Perhaps, one day, I will even travel beyond the borders of my home to visit them." In the mean time Siniathweg has filled Rayakalm's glass. The Learner lifts it and takes a sip. Tauran rises from the table, giving a quick glance at all the Quendi abounding in the Mar. "Alas it is well time for me to start my patrol again. Namarie Mellyn, enjoy your drinks, though I trust don't consume to much." Calriel says, "I do have a lot of tales to tell about Ossiriand, Rayakalm, but perhaps we can talk about that, sometime later. Feel free to come visit me. For now me and my family are staying in the guest flet." She empties her glass and puts it down on the bar, smiling "I will see you later! Namarie!"" Rayakalm smiles. "I will certainly come to hear your stories, Calriel Elentari. Namarie!" He bows his head towards her for a moment.
Tauran
Terridan
Calriel Her face was timeless - neither young nor old, but from it, strength and wisdom could be read. Her long hair was gold, and seemed to fall from her face to the earth as a waterfall of sunrays. Her eyes were blue, as a clear blue sea on which the rays of the sun playfully dance, and the light that shone from them was equal to the stars. In the twilight glittered and sparkled her white dress, as if dotted with jewels as living stars. The cloak of the elven maiden waved behind her and her hood was cast on her back. And it seemed like a white light pierced through the clothes of this lady, as if through a thin veil. In the middle of her dress, a symbol was embroidered in the finest gold thread, and rather than disturb, it combined the rays from her elven clothes: a golden beechtree with a little birth in among its branches, as a sun in a white sky. On a silver thin necklace hung a seal, mithril embossed, reflecting the light which fell upon it. On the long fingers of the maiden several elegant rings could be seen. A delicate short sword was attached to her silver belt, as its hard metal sent out a strong warning to any who wanted to hurt her.
Rayakalm
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