Fearandir in the Wooded Vale

Wooded Vale
In this small level clearing, a large brook plunges over a fall of green-hued stone to the immediate north, and foams down into a small dell at your feet, before continuing its hurried way south. About the pool are fir-trees, short and bent, keeping the company of harts-tounge and shrubs of whortle-berry which cloth the area. To the west, the high promontories of the Misty Mountains range, their peaks shrouded in snow, block any travel in that direction. To the east, the foothills of the mountains blend into a wide hazy plain.

Fearandir chuckles, even while he walks to the side of the buck, "I know the way to Caras Lasgalen and the distance, mellon," he pauses while leaning forward to get ahold of the forelegs of the fallen animal, "That is why I want to spend the night in the outskirts." he adds with a broad grin, and nods a sign to the woman, while lifting the buck's legs, "As I said, I only intend to go as far as the borders for now. If the lodgings you mention are the watching talans, I will gladly follow you."

Gillhach looses a peal of delightful, silvery laughter. "<Sindarin> You know your way, it seems... and if you want a home up aloft, then you're welcome to one, for they're there in abundance, at the fences and about the egladil, where few walk." And the maiden takes up the other end of the buck, lifting it; "<Sindarin> Come then, and we may talk as we go..."

Fearandir smiles, and begins to walk along with the Sindarin lady, his steps measured so that they will march in the same rythm. "Aye, that is my will. I need to cross the Golden Woods without haste, for I am here to search for someone, and my search requests time and patience."

The unnamed maid seemingly lends a questioning gaze towards her unlikely companion, "Looking for someone? Well then... your business'd best go to the Lady, as does all. But you shall be welcome..." For a time, the woman is silent, even as she walks along, practiced in her handling of the burden she shares, "Who is it that you seek?" She asks, shooting a hasty glance at the other, examining his features for the first time before looking straight ahead; "If I may ask, that is..."

"You can ask," says Fearandir while they walk, his attention focused on the path they follow and the burden they carry, "It is a Silvan woman, named Faheria. But I am under some disadvantage here..." he grins, and his eyes meet hers, "I do not know your name. I could keep calling you 'friend' for the rest of the day, but I am not sure if you would like that." he chuckles, and the sound is clear and melodical.

"A name I've not heard..." The maiden muses, "As for mine, though..." Says she, "I've many a name, indeed. Though Gillhach shall serve, as well as any other." Seemingly she nods, "I am Gillhach Serenwen."

"Gillhach.." echoes Fearandir's voice after hers, and he nods, "It is my pleasure to meet you, Gillhach Serenwen." that said, he silently continues to walk, as they carry the game further into the eastern wood.

Smiling, doubtless; 'neath the shadow of her cowl, the maiden nods. "A pleasure? Of course..." She trails off, as the mallyrn rise up before her, "But come... we are here, Lothlorien; I shall show you to the nearest talan, if you would. And leave you to the guard to cater for."