Entrance Hall, West
The Entry Hall is quite broad, and broadens out further to the east into a great
open space. A stairway going up can be seen in that direction. The great doors
lie propped against the inner walls here, and there are many carvings and
decorations on both these and the walls themselves. Lanterns glowing with a
steady light hang near the ceiling, but they don't seem to produce any smoke.
There are many other things hanging on the walls, including tapestries depicting
ancient heroes and ancient but functional weapons. Two large doorways lead into
great halls here. One to the north and one to the south.
<OOC> +inspect/list for a list of inspectable details.
Contents:
Meleithel
Forverilin
Arglin
Obvious exits:
East leads to Entrance Hall, East.
West leads to Front Porch.
Southern Door leads to Elrond's Hall.
Northern Door leads to Hall of Fire.
OOC NOTE: You are currently indoors, but if you were outside you would see:
The mid-day sky above the cliffs is overcast, with a blanket of gloomy clouds.
The lower slopes of the Misty Mountains are just visible in the east, reaching
up through the clouds.
IC time is: Late Morning < About 11:41 AM >
IC day is: Orgaladhad <Trees-day>
IC date is: 53 Rhiw <Winter>
Moon phase: Waxing Gibbous <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 19 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3043>
RL time: Thu May 22 15:13:48 2008
It is late morning, and the sun has still not shown her face, blanketed by the
thick, grey clouds. This calls for brighter lanterns inside this wide hall,
lighting up the tapestries with a warm, yellow glow.
A figure walks briskly -- glides, rather -- from one doorway to the other: the
lamps do not flicker in his passing. Nor do the tapestries flutter. Elathrad is
like a shadow along the wall: his steps smooth, his mien without passion -- as
always.
[Meleithel(#24815)]
THe door swings open, and then closes again without a sound, built that
way. The young archer standing there looks a little dirtied and weather-worn as
he blinks, pausing as his eyes sweep the hall. A smile at his face and the elf,
Meleithel, smiles as his shoulders slide in relaxation. Home. Carefully tapping
any dirt from his boots, he starts into the hallway, pushing back the hood he
wore.
The shadowy harp-maker's steps pause, and Elathrad lends his attention to the
soft strains of music wisping from the great hall to the north, the Hall of Fire.
For a moment, his face is rapt -- then, as the young archer continues into the
hall, he slips back into his silent gait, giving Meleithel a brief glance in
acknowledgment.
[Meleithel(#24815)] STarting a little, Meleithel's attention is taken to the
crafter quickly, eyes blinking once before he smiles "Good morning." he greets,
more social than some elves as he dips his head in a bow "Its peaceful outside
today... not a sound but the birds."
"Aye, it is quiet," says Elathrad in a whispery reply, halting his step once
again, "and peaceful." Pale eyes flicker to the archer's face, his boots. "You
return from a journey, I suppose. Was there peace where you went?"
[Meleithel(#24815)] Shaking his head a little, the young elf's face turns
downwards "No, alas, although we lost nobody. I was on the valley's edge, north,
at one of our guard posts." he explains. "Though the voyage home was swift and
uneventful, most of my stay there was as well save for a skirmish."
Elathrad nods once, "The north has always been infested with creatures, though
less so in these years. It is well that you are unscathed."
Unwilling to part with much speech, he gives a bow of greeting and continues on
his way.
[Meleithel(#24815)] PAusing at that, the archer smiles again, dipping his head
in return "Thank you. I am glad as well, to say the least." he notes with a bit
of a laugh. "I am known as Meleithel to many."
"I am Elathrad," says the dark-cloaked ellon with a dim smile, one hand poised
on the double doors to the north; "I make harps, though I once was as you were,
Meleithel: a warrior."
[Meleithel(#24815)] "Were you? " Seeking to continue finding these things out,
Meleithel takes a single step towards the older elf "Why did you change?" he
asks, head tilted in curiosity
Turning away from Meleithel, the ganneldan seems hesitant. "Time passes, and the
edhil change with it, whether they will or nil," Elathrad says slowly,
reluctantly. "I sought Imladris for its peace, and will do so, unless Hir Elrond
should require my service again. But I fear my spear is rusted."
Meleithel pauses at this, and then dips his head "I... I see. And I understand."
another awkward pause "I shall leave you then... You must be busy and I should
not take up your time."
"I have much time," Elathrad replies, smiling vaguely. "A good day to you, cunir.
Welcome home."
That said, the eccentric pushes lightly against the doors and fades into the
Hall of Fire.
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