Ent TP - Part 1

Long Plain 
You are nearing the Northern end of the plains. Lorien a shorth way to the North. To the South and West lie the Long Plain. The long rolling hills of the plain seem to move with the wind. The view is quite breathtaking. You look in wonder at the moving plains and wonder at thier beauty. 

Kathalis walks slowly from the west reentering the camp area, his cloak and cowl pulled around him concealing his exact idenity, he nods and speaks softly to a few of the sentries as he passes making his way towards the center of camp. Daedagnir Patrol reacts to the instructions addressed to them, moving about their business accordingly. 

Kathalis looks up and smiles spotting Glinden he approaches her and says softly, "Mae Govannen Banneret." stoping a few paces before her, "I have need of your skills, are you up to a short patrol?" 

Windswept grasses sway hither and thither; and all the plain become is like an ocean, the tall grasses like water. And alike to an island amidst it all, is nestled a small camp. All the tents are grey in hue, and defy all but the sharpest of eyes. A tall pavillion marks the centre of the camp, it houses perhaps some lord or lady; guarded it is, and one of the sentries that flanks the entrance, (a black cowled figure, a woman you guess; for she is lithe of limb, and slender) turns as she is adressed, offering up some small salute by way of greeting; "Aye captain, if you have need of me, then I shall accompany you." 

Kathalis says softly, "Aye mellon, it is two quiet out there...even the animals seem to have gone silent...." he motions off towards the west. 

A smile might be seen upon the elleth' lips, were her face not so overshadowed by her cowl. "Some might think it silence, but they are never quite quieted..." Her eyes follow the motion, and she nods then. "But come, let us depart..." With bow in hand, and her quiver at her belt (upon the opposite side is girt a blade), she follows the captain in kind, her pace measured to match his. Unasked for it seems, another takes her post aside the tent. 

Kathalis nods to Glindens words, slowly slipping his bow from his shoudler and he begins to move out towards the west.... 

You head West. 
Long Plain 
All about you the grass sways in snyc with the waves of wind. The wind is cool and fresh making you feel refreshed and able to carry on in your trek. 

As the pair reach some distance away from the camp, a soft breeze sways the grass here slightly, but something her seems to be diffrent somehow... 

Wary perhaps, the elleth slows her pace, and her gaze is ever-shifting; that she might better espy whatever quarry is to hand. "Come captain, what is't that so required my attention?" She motions, her head inclined; "What is't that we hunt this day?" Once more, she might be seen to smile, "For indeed, why else would I be here, but to hunt?" 

Kathalis smiles slighlty scanning around slowly leading you along, "Aye why else mellon, you are one of the best trackers amoung us." he moves a short distance and kneels down, brushing some of the grass away reveiling some obsucred tracks... 

Kneeling aside the captain; her raised hand in one motion relieves her of the encumberance of her cowl, allowing an errant lock of hair to fall and hinder her vision. Brushing it away with that same hand, Glinden looks then to the tracks. But a frown creases her brow at the sight of them, "Alas mellon, I do not think these left by yrch;" She spits the last word, "Lighter feet left these, though seemingly in haste. Rarely do orcs walk with soft-soled shoes, but ironshod. And these tracks are old, the weather is fair enough that they would not be so spoiled, if recent." She looks then off the trampled trail aways, where another, similar trail runs parallel, "Perhaps over there? Unless one of our own made them..." 

Kathalis nods slowly to Glinden his eyes scanning about slowly, "Aye mellon, that is what I thought of these as well, there are others though... 

"Come then," Glinden motions to those markings in question (for indeed, they are visible from even this distance,) "And we shall see what we shall see." With that, she makes her way over towards the tracks. 

Kathalis nods and moves back to a standing position scanning along as he walks, keeping a close eye on the area as Glinden moves to examine the tracks. 

Kneeling once more, her eyes and hands upon the markings before her, the elleth nods then. And lifts her head, with her eyes she follows the path of random destruction that leads off in either direction from this point, left perhaps by the passage of some small evil. "Yrch it seems, the tracks are deep; and all the plants and grasses about them have been slashed and beaten down." 

Kathalis nods slowly and moves next to you, "Aye, and not all that old either mellon." he frowns deeply looking both dirrections along the track, his grip slowly shifting on his bow. 

Shaking her head slightly, the elleth looks this way and that, in like fashion to Kathalis. "Little skill they took to find, and less will they take to follow. But yrch are not slow, and do not tire. I fear the chase is already lost, and they are fled." 

Kathalis says, "Perhaps mellon, but we must know for sure, lest we 'fail' in our duty." looking to Glinden he begins to stand and prepare to follow the track... 

Standing then, Glinden moves to follow her superior. "As you would, Kathalis." Along the path she motions at that, "Good headway they have, some few days; though they travel not whilst the sun is in the sky. Mayhap we shall catch them in time."

Kathalis nods and says, "Let make sure, they be not within a hundred miles of the campsite mellon.. 

Glinden nods her assent, "Where you lead, there shall I follow." She motions along the track that they will follow, "Shall we?"

Glinden and Kathalis hunt the yrch well nigh unto the Hithaeglir, it is a fruitless pursuit, and they return.

Long Plain 
You are nearing the Northern end of the plains. Lorien a shorth way to the North. To the South and West lie the Long Plain. The long rolling hills of the plain seem to move with the wind..the view is quite breathtaking. You look in wonder at the moving plains and wonder at thier beauty. 

The elves are sitting in a small circle, drinking wine and relaxing together. Terridan clears his throat for a moment, then begins a soft tune as Aldarwen begins to play, and his voice rises slowly to fill the camp. The melody starts to come from the harp smoothly, but filled with happiness. It goes joyously up and down, reflecting the strength of the light, dancing beautifully in the air. 

Aldarwen bows her head again, and with her soft voice she repeats, "A song about Valinor, m'Lady. I'll do my best, although I have not lived in a place of such beauty...". She quickly takes out her white and green harp, thinking for one more second about the melody she's about to begin. 

Terridan begins to sing softly, his voice giving all pictures of a paradise far greater than even Lothlorien. Golden trees make the forests, and the beaches of the sea have sand as fine as powder. Terridan closes his eyes slowly, and continues with the song slowly. 

And the long grasses sway to and fro by the breeze; and all the plain is become like to the sea, the swathes like water caught by the tumult of the wind. And from the grasses, which rise like a wall all about this little space (within which there rests an encampment of many tents) there emerge two figures, all cowled in black and white respectively, and enshrouded in cloaks of grey. Stained by long travel, and yet unwearied by their journey they head on, and into the camp. 

Aldarwen's fingers run across the harp, following Terridan's images as he sings. The music is full of life and peace, the power of the Sea, the Height of the mountains, the brightness of light, start to fill the whole place that surround the elves. 

Softly Kathalis speaks to Glinden as the approach the camp, "It is good those tracks led so far away mellon, thank you for accompanying me on that hike." he smiles slightly and looks to the camp as he hears the music, his eyes soften slightly as he moves to approach the group, reslinging his bow.... 

His voice reaching full crescendo, Terridan continues to sing loudly, and pictures of neverending forests, and beautiful cities come into play, with elves happy, froliking through the scenes with not a care... as the song nears the end, a beautiful golden city comes to fill everything, it's light shining as if the sun itself.... slowly the images fade, and Terridan's voice grows quiet once more, his eyes glistening. 

Aldarwen goes on with the melody on her harp for some more seconds, letting the music run golden around the strings, and then she lets it stop as well, the smile shining on her face. Galadriel seems to sit as a statue upon the lawn, her face brightened by a smile of memory, her hand in midair holding a wine glass and her eyes, closed. 

Kathalis approaches the group as the song ends, remaining silent himself, as he look from person to person here his gaze finally coming to rest on the lady. He smiles softly seeing her expression, shifting his stance, and clasping his hands behind his back, his silver eyes sparkling slightly... 

Smiling then, (though she does not answer) the elleth follows in like kind, and stops before those few that are gathered, drinking, sharing tales and relaxing it seems.

Tathar says, "It would be wise to stay away from the Order's area" Tathar says, "They are having an argument I belive...."

Seeing Kathalis and Glinden approaching, Aldarwen raises her head and smiles, "Come, mellyn, please, sit down with us. This wine brought by Terridan is really great." 

Tathar says, "Or were as the case may of been" 

Althea steps out of tent and glances over at Tathar with a slight smile "Nay good Aide I was not asleep, rather writing up a report" She frowns slightly at his words of an argument and looks over at the guard. 

Kathalis smiles softly to Aldarwen, "Thank you mellon." as he moves to take a seat near by to her, "That was a lovely song..." removing his backpack and weapons, looking perhaps a bit winded.. 

Galadriel finishes her wine. 

Althea smiles at her cousin "Mae govannen Kathalis... Is there any of that wine left?"

Aldarwen smiles wider and slightly bows her head, "Thanks, I'm glad you liked it." She takes a couple of glasses and then the wine bottle, pouring slowly into them. As she hears Althea, she takes one more glass and fills it, adding in a comical tone, "There is, but I don't think it will last long". She hands a glass to each of the newly arrived. 

Kathalis lightly takes the glass "thank you mellon." as he sips slow from it he says, "Perhaps latter we could play something." 

Althea smiles and takes the wineglass. She makes herself confortable on the grasses of the plain.

Aldarwen nods, "You mean you and I together? I'd be very glad to do so, Captain. I like the idea of seeing both your hands in movement now". 

Kathalis chuckles softly, "I might be a bit rusty, I am a bit out of pratice and my hand hasn't exactly gotten that much work of late.." he wiggle the fingers of his left hand slightly and smiles, "But when ever you like I will play." raising his glass once more to take a sip... 

Althea looks up as Kathalis speaks "I for one would like to hear you two play. 

Aldarwen sips some more of her own glass wine, almost emptying it and then giggles softly, "Alright, Captain, let's see how are your fingers doing". She puts the harp in place once again and then asks towards Kathalis, "What do you want to play about, mellon?" 

Kathalis looks up to Aldarwen and smile slightly, "Play now mellon?" he trun to get his flute from his case and says, "I care not mellon, perhaps something light and merry." he looks at those here, "Maybe something to get them to dance." his eyes sparkle in the early moonlight