Terridan 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.

Terridan is moving through the trees slowly, the sound of the waterfall filling the nearby woods. As he nears the falls, he looks up to them slowly, then pulls back his cowl, and kneels next to the waters.

On the westward bank of the Nimrodel; moreover, there on one of the cracked, ancient stones at the base of the little waterfall, whereupon the crystalline waters fall, splashing noisily, merrily down into a broad, clear pool. Wherein little fishes, of a myriad of colours swim nonchalantly about.
A maid, (in a moderate state of undress) clad only in leather hose and a simple vest is layed; looking up into the twilight that filters through the falls behind which she is hid. Indeed, the only clue as to her prescence (save if one were to look behind the falls) is the heap of gear (hers, doubtless) piled at the bank not far off.

Terridan begins to wash his face off at the waters, then as he notices the gear, he raises an eyebrow slightly. He begins to look around the falls with a quick glance, then smiles as he sees the maiden behind the falls. He stands slightly, then calls out to her, "Mae govannen."

Stirring from her reposeful musings; and sitting up; her form seen distorted through the watery film of the falls; with two hands outstretched, she parts the water; looking through, and espying her cousin there, Gillhach can be seen to stand, surefooted, even on the slippery rocks. Slowly, and with measured steps of her dainty feet, she walks around onto the bank.

Terridan looks up towards his own cousin, then smiles, turning to face her fully, "You're looking well cousin... come here for a swim?" he grins slightly.

A modest hand touched to her breast, and an equally unassuming expression set on her fair visage; Gillhach answers at length, "A swim? Not I..." She shakes her head, "I am simply here to see the sunset... on something of a pilgrimage at that."

Terridan nods slowly, then smiles, "Ah... what type of pilgramage would that be cousin?"

"One of sorts," The elleth's shoulders are bunched up to a shrug, "It is a place of legend, is it not?"

Terridan raises an eyebrow slightly, "Which place do you speak of?"

Laughing merrily, Gillhach gestures all about; "Come now, you know too well what this place is..." But the huntress' eyes narrow as she looks on at her cousin, "Do you not?" She points towards the little brook, which, widening as it flows southwards; joins the Celebrant far off, "Wherefrom did the stream take it's name?" She asks, before, at the last, motioning expansively to the wreck of the talan strewn all about; "Who do you think dwelt herein?"

Terridan looks around slowly, then ahs, nodding his head once, "I see now..."

"Yes," Gillhach smiles a broad smile, "Well," She waves a hand dismissively; "For those who wish't, it is a place of living legend..."

Terridan nods his head again, then sits down, "That it can be... for it is tied in with our lands very history... so what led you here?"

Gillhach shrugs, "Nothing... I knew of it. Even in my childhood I came here;" A wistful, nostalgic smile tugs at her lips, "I even saw her once..." She adds, as something of an afterthought "Father granted me my second name back then... I spent all my time by the river."

Terridan raises an eyebrow slightly, then nods his head, "A fitting name then..." he smiles, "So... the sun is setting."

"Aye," The huntress follows her cousin's gaze, e'en as anar dissapears 'neath the tops of the mallyrn. "A worthy sight..." Says she, before falling silent at the spectacle.

Terridan turns to look at the sunset himself, and smiles, "Indeed it is... but perhaps we should be returning to the Naith?"

Curiosity piqued, the elleth inclines her head slightly, "To the egladil? Not I... here I shall remain yet a while. 'ere I look northwards, and see how I fare with what game there is." She waves a hand, "As for you, doubtless duty calls?" She smiles, "Go on, if you must."

Terridan smiles, "Duty does not call, but I refer to the dwindling light."

Gillhach shrugs, "What of light? I can see as well in either night or day. Is it not a blessing of our kin?" She shakes her head, "I've nought to fear, at any rate." And, laughing, she looks to her gear on the opposite bank; she walks around, under the falls to retrieve it.

Terridan nods his head once, "Of course it is a blessing... but many things walk the night that do not walk the day... just be careful."

Calling out over the stream; her voice carrying well enough to be heard, the huntress laughs. "I've hunted each and every one, dear cousin. I know them all, and their ways." She waves a hand, "I should say that /you/ should be careful."

Terridan raises an eyebrow slightly, "Oh, what makes you say that?"

Pulling on her cloak, swathing her visage with a soft, grey cowl; Gillhach laughs a silvery peal of laughter, "Are you not the one who was rested in the cuigrithweg's hospital?"

Terridan frowns slightly, then sighs heavily, "Yes... I was."

"Well, do not fret." Says Gillhach, setting her quiver on her belt; her longbow o'er her shoulder, having tested the hair-string. "I'll be careful. Though I've nought to fear neath the eaves of the lady's wood."

Terridan smiles softly, then stands up, "Of course not... Namarie cousin, I hope the hunt goes well," with that, he begins to walk south.