Logfile
from Daifuin.
Library
and Study (First Floor)
The
library is small compared to the one along the Great Staircase. Only a few
bookcases, some filled with parchments, others with books, stand against the wall.
You may find aides for the language lessons, as well as some books about
history, negotiating and races of Middle Earth. An unmistakable sense of peace
lies here, and you'd rather not distrub it. In the corner, behind one of the
shelf, a small door leads to a study, where several comfortable chairs allow
for some private studying or a quiet chat.
Contents:
Lanthirwen
Narthelion
Fealcariel
Before
she can comment, Fealcariel's attention is caught by the elleth who just walked
in. She is then surprised by their level of intimacy...or to be truthful, the
fact that sarcastic edhel was allowing it so easily. "Greetings, my name
is Fealcariel, but I am afraid that your friend has not yet introduced
himself"
Daifuin
sweeps into the Library from the room beyond, silent but for the soft swish of
her gown as she treads lightly upon the floor. Offering a brief nod and a
polite smile to the few others in the room, she starts towards a bookcase and
sets to scanning the spines for an appropriate title.
Narthelion darts backwards out of
his chair so swiftly that the motion can scarcely be followed. "Mae
govannen." The words come out in a rushed, hoarse whisper. Eyes wide, and,
dare it be said - frightful - regard the newcomer with near horror, "Meet?
When did we meet?" He asks himself softly, his brows furrowing, head
dropping to regard his feet with interest. "You." His head jerks
upwards as well as a hand, which is pointing at Lanthirwen with a slim finger,
"You're the one with the bird, are you not?" His voice quavers
slightly: a familiar greeting from an unknown elleth is about the only thing
that can put Narthelion in fear for his life.
Lanthirwen
cackles at his display of fear. "Call me bird maiden then, yes," she
says sarcastically; "I am the elleth with the bird. We have met, though I
am afraid we did not get on so well. I am sorry if I frightened you, it was
mearly a spot if fun." With that she greets Duifin; "Mae
govannan."
Aelinwen
walks in to the sight of an edhel in horror at her friend and Lanthirwen's
following words. Her eyes dance with laughter, which quickly gives itself a
voice. When she has stopped laughing, she manages to say "Mae govannen
mellyn."
Trying
to restrain her laughther, Fealcariel greets the next arrivals "Ma-Mae
govannan" She pauses, surveying the elves in front of her "I'm
surprised there are so many people here...the night is too beautiful for
studying"
Daifuin
turns back from the shelf, now a small volume grasped lightly in her hand.
"Mae govannen," she replies, nodding her head again, but looking a
little bit confused as to just what she's missed. A small smile breaks through,
all the same, finding the others' mirth somewhat catching, and she makes to
take up residence in a nearby chair.
Shaking his hair from his eyes in a
haughty gesture, Narthelion surveys they small gathering of edhil before him,
his head held high. "Mae govannen, mellyn. For all who do not know
me," He looks pointedly at Lanthirwen, "I am Narthelion, courier in
the Arnpand o Lothlorien, cousin of Lothdaimoth and Indiri Caelwen." At
the mention of the last two names he smiles slightly at the thought of them.
Suddenly, however, a thought pierces through his reverie, "Too beautiful
to study? Why, mellon, I should think it would but inhance the experience."
He gestures now to his book, lying abandoned on the table.
Lanthirwen
looks at Narthelion sharply. "I daresay I disagree, beatiful days should
be enjoyed, but that merely is an opinion." Grinning reufully she bows to
him. "I am Lanthirwen of daernoss Ravindonserke, and Learner o the
Glirdain." As an after thought she adds to Narth, "And if you wish to
study Narthelion, please do, and ignore us and our happiness."
Aelinwen
gracefully inclines her head in respect. "I am glad to meet those of you I
do not know." Her eyes glimmer a bright green flecked with gold as she
sweeps errant strands of her long black hair behind her shoulders. "For my
part, I am Aelinwen, Learner o nos Glirdain, of house Laiquendi." Turning
to Narthelion, she says, "You are cousin to both Lothdaimoth and Caelwen?
Are they then related? That surprises me, as you may guess." A smile tugs
at the corners of her lips at the thought of the two.
"I
am very happy to meet all of you" She nods slightly to each of the group
"I am Fealcariel, also of Daernoss Raavindonserke, Celdir of the Arnpand o
Lothlorien." She turns back to Narthelion, "During the day I prefer
to study, but at night I am afraid I find the stars too distracting"
Daifuin
listens carefully, filing away each name and occupation in her memory, as she
settles into her chair. Her book is set daintily upon one knee, but not yet
opened. "It is a great pleasure to make your acquaintances, mellyn. I am
Daifuin o nos Aderthad, and newly come to be a courier in the Arnpand as well,
where I hope to be of some use." Smiling indulgently, she flips open her
book, but still does not look down to it, keeping her attention rather on the
conversation for the moment.
Narthelion manages a slight smile as
he retakes his seat, "They are related," He speaks to Aelinwen,
"Though so distantly it is scarcely to be noted. Besides," He breaks
into a comfortable grin, "It is only through marriage. My relation to
Lothdaimoth is a good deal closer than to Caelwen. He is my great grandfather's
brother's son's son." A chuckle escapes Narthelion's lips at this lengthy
explanation of relationship. "I will spare you the boredom of my
recounting my ties with Caelwen." His eyes flicker, and a from flutters
across his face. Still he addresses Aelinwen, whom he deems to be the most
informed of the party, "Have you heard of the disappearance of
Rosgwaen?" His eyes now darken with sorrow and pity - the first for the
loss of his cousin with whom he was close, and pity for Caelwen, the sister of
the lost Indyr.
Lanthirwen
takes her attention from Narth and hugs Aelinwen. "Mae govannan
mellon." Then she herself begins scanning the shelves.
Aelinwen
smiles after her friend, then turns back to Narthelion. "Aye, I have heard
rumors of Rosgwaen disappearing. However, for the last week or two I have been
in search of solitude and have heard nothing detailed. I must say that the
twins and their family have been creating quite a stir in our world; whether it
be politics, betrothal, or disappearances.. can you tell me more?"
Fealcariel
put aside her book, obviously more interested in any news then her studies at
that moment.
Daifuin's
brow furrows slightly, and she leans a bit closer in her chair. Her book slides
from her knee, falling shut in the folds of her gown. She too looks as if she'd
like to know any further details.
Narthelion's brow quirks at the
interest of the two elleths, "There is little to tell. Of course they
suspected when he was not present for the engagement," Here he nods to
Aelinwen, "But nothing was known for certain until Caelwen returned to
Caras Galadhon." He pauses, utterly lost in thought, one hand running
through his black hair. "None are completely certain whither he has gone.
Some indeed believe he has gone to Imladris, but we hold that he has sailed to
the West..." His voice fades.
The ever-changing eyes of Aelinwen swirl into
a deep blue color. "Were you a great friend of his? I confess I hardly
knew him; I met him only once. It seems that much sorrow has been caused recently
by people passing over the Seas..."
Lanthirwen
keeps her eyes on the books and chooses one. It is old and the title not able
to be read. She seems to keep an ear on the news but seems hurt. As though
Nathelion hurt her feelings. Sitting down at a chair in a corner and pulls a
journal from her satchell and begins writing, now and then she seems to be
taking notes from the book, other times writing her thoughts. Her focus is on
her work and frequent looks to the outdoors. Now and then she can be heard
talking to herself, mumbeling. Her hair falls forword and shadows her face
while she scribbles furiously. The one word is heard from the jumble of words.
"--pasture--". It is not too loud but the wind seemed to have caught
it.
Aelinwen
glances over at her friend and laughs to herself. "She loves the pasture
nearly as much as I love my lake.." she speaks softly to no one in
particular.
Fealcariel
is staring out of the window at this point, "I wonder why anyone would
leave this...even to see the glory of the Valar" She murmered, more to
herself then to the other members of the room.
Daifuin
nods, growing somewhat more solemn, age now more apparent in her eyes. She
seems to remember herself, and sits up straight again, posture held tall.
"The Seas, yes," she replies in a whisper, almost a sigh, as she
retrieves her book and again carefully opens it.
A sombre air seems to settle over
the room, encompassing all within. Narthelion does not fail to notice it, and in
a desperate attempt to vanish the veil of gloom, he jumps upwards to the side
of Lanthirwen, "Ai, sorrow is all to common an emotion now. But, be that
as it may, we cannot allow it to overrun all." Placing himself between
Fealcariel and Aelinwen so that the group forms a circle, he suggests in a
buoyant voice, "Why do we not play a game? The ellaith can choose which,
of course." He bows to the maidens gracefully, raising his arms to the sky
in a sort of appeal to Elbereth.
Lanthirwen
stands up and stands next to Aelinwen, there is no emotion on her face and
sadness in her eyes. "I would love to play a game" her voice is soft,
almost inaudible.
Aelinwen
glances at her friend. "Aye, I would as well, though I pray the choice of
it is not left up to me!" A more thoughtful expression settles on her
face. "This is truly the happiest I have felt in months. I thank you
all."
Fealcariel
giggles, her mood clearing along with the rest of the group's "I also hope
that tonight's choice of game is not left to me...Daifuin? Do you have any
ideas?"
Daifuin
glances down at her book for a moment, before quietly shutting it again with a
smile. "I do admit a game would be far more uplifting to my mood,"
she agrees, brightening slightly, though still contemplative. "But I am
afraid I am not one much for ideas in such matters, and none come to me,
despite my bidding."
A consternated expression passes
across the face of Narthelion at the sudden removal of one of their number. He
utters no words, betrays no other emotion than confusion. He sighs deeply,
letting the sound of his own breathing fill his thoughts in an attempt to focus
his thinking. "Ai," He mutters at last, his lips barely parting. His
fingers run through his hair, pushing it this way and that into a tangled mass,
but he cares not.
Lanthirwen
hugs everyone, looks Narth in the eyes and says, "Sorry I have to go.
Namarie, 'til then." She hugs Aelinwen again, says one last time,
"Namarie," and leaves.
Lamplight
and starlight mingle in the skin of an elleth slipping along the walkway toward
the library, but the gems in her hair refuse any such intrusion and spit yellow
sparks away. Caelwen's steps are like water pouring, an effect heightened by
the silk that ripples around her feet, and unobtrusive she attempts to be as
she enters. Already she makes her way toward the scrolls, fingers eager toward
them.
Aelinwen
glances at the few rays of moonlight piercing through the library's windows.
"Alas, I too must leave you. Namarie!" She turns, smiling at the
others and exits.
Daifuin
blinks, as if something has suddenly occurred to her. "I do apologize for
departing in such haste, but I have just recalled an errand I have forgotten to
run. I will try to return when I may." She rises from her seat, and
tucking her book back on the shelf, she offers a "Namarie," as well,
then exits the room.