Fearandir and Gillhach by the Nimrodel

Falls of Nimrodel
The crystal clear and cold waters of the Nimrodel burble over a small waterfall here into a large pool. You can see a myriad of colored stones on the bottom and an occasional fish dart amongst them. There are some large flat rocks at the base of the falls which can be stood upon so that you are almost touching the falling water. At the downstream end, many white waterlilies lie pristinely on the glassy surface. You realize that this must be where the elf maiden, Nimrodel, must have come to sing, as the tale says. The only thing marring the scenery is the remains of a very old talan that now lie on the ground, fallen from the treetops above. 

On the far bank, moreover; beneath the falls of the Nimrodel, where the icy, crystalline waters tumble from the lip high aloft splashing noisily on the weather-worn and cracked stone footing below.
With sharp eyes, one might espy a maid there, clad in simple garb and in a calm repose, there beside a heap of many things as if entranced; And one of the secondborn might think her sleeping. But what sleep have the Eldar? For her emerald eyes are open, though still and distant to look on, and she dreams.

A silent and slender figure moves this late at night through the grass, his presence barely perceptive as he approachers the shores of the water pool. The glowing moon faintly lits his features, and those who know him may easily recognize this Elf as Fearandir. 

Stirring then, wakeful by the noise of the other, though it be little and stealthy, the woman starts and looks to the noise.

He sighs softly, walking calmly as he approaches the pool and catching sight of the piled clothes at the bank, he looks around, trying to spot whom they might belong to. With a wave of his hand and a soft grin, Fearandir greets the huntress, his voice clear and melodical as it is raised about the night, "Hello there! It is I, Fearandir. I assume that you are seeking for some peace and tranquility in this night, as I am. I will gladly leave you alone, if I am disturbing?" he smiles faintly, still standing where he is as he awaits for a reply. 

A modest hand touched to her breast, and an equally unassuming expression set on her fair visage; Gillhach answers at length, and with a shake of her head: "Disturbing me?" She asks, speaking through the falls, "Never..." Her hands withdrawn, she can be seen to stand; surefooted, even on the mossy, slippery rocks behind the fall; she walks aroundabout to her gear, smiling then. She motions, "Join me pray," 

Fearandir watches as Gillhach approaches coming from the walkway behind the falls, and his glance is idly drawn to the crystalline waters, although his voice is directed to her, "So, have you been in this place for a long time? I never saw you again in Caras Galadon." he chuckles, "It seems like our meetings are usually closer to the outskirts than anywhere else. But once again, I don't usually stay in the city for a long time. I am here tonight only because I sought for fresh air and a quiet place to relax."

Gillhach's rosy lips curl up to a smile, "Aye," the huntress nods, "I am rarely to be seen in the city... for I'm one of the few that still lives out in the wilds of the north." And she shrugs, drinking deep of the clean, cool air. "Ah, but this is better than any city, even fair caras galadhon." And she gestures all about, as a thought springs to her mind. "You know this place? It is said that songs are still sung in the north, and even in Imladris... moreso for one of your kin, no?" 

"The Falls of Nimrodell?" Fearandir says smiling, his hands moving to form an arch on the air, and he adds with a soft voice, "Where the water is crystalline, the song of the birds is fairer, and the peaceful view can relax the soul?" he chuckles lightly, "Aye, I know about the legend. You seem to like this place, isn't it true?" 

Gillhach inclines her head to a nod, "I like it, yes. I find peace here... when the wind is southerly; and her song is still to be heard..." And she smiles once more, something of a wistful smile, "Besides, it reminds me of days long past... when I was young and came here..." 

Fearandir grins and nods in silent contemplation, glancing around and taking in all that there is to be seen; the old talan, the gentle curve that the water makes when it falls down the rocks to form the pool below and the greyish hue that the sky has as the day prepares to dawn and while the moon slowly descends into the horizon and the burning glory of Anar prepares to arise. "It is indeed a beautiful sight." Fearandir says softly, unaware of the presence of others, "Well, since we are here... We better enjoy the beauty of the landscape." he says grinning, quietly watching the sunrise. 

Seating herself there upon the ground, aside the heap of gear; all her wordly posessions; Gillhach gazes skywards, tho where the sun blazes, rising barely up o'er the tops of the endless ranks of the mallyrn to bathe the world in it's light. And she sighs, commenting underbreath. "Aye, beautiful..." 

The golden radiance of the sun now glows brightly over the water and the elves. Fearandir takes off his leather boots, sinking both feet in the pool, and laying back on the grass, "Ah... The water is very nice." he says looking up to the sky. 

"Verily," The huntress agrees, "But... as for me, I cannot stay... the dawn chorus is come. Even now I hear the beasts stirring... and I feel the need for something to fill my stomach." She stands then, smiling. "Good day to you... doubtless we shall meet again soon."