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Strong spirits

Tags: Arduath,  Authiel,  Giliath,  Jaithen,  Tuilindo

Short Summary: Authiel dances and sings, Tuilindo and Jaithen join the Elenath celebration while Arduath the Dunadan samples Giliath's best vintage. An evening in the Hall of Fire.
Date (real-life): 2013-01-29
Scene Location: Rivendell: Hall of Fire
Date (in-game): January 22, 3057
Time of Day: Evening
Weather: Soggy rain outdoors, but dry within
Hall of Fire

The flickering light of the fire illuminates this windowless room in a warm glow. The firelight plays along the polished wood of the walls, picking out highlights of the carvings of vines and flowers that decorate the Hall, and lining the many comfortable chairs in changing light. The fire burns always in this Hall, crackling from within a large hearth of marble at one end of the room. Songs in this Hall come to life, and dreams seem more real than the waking world.

The firelight gleams from the polished stone of the hearth, and glints of the metallic flecks running through the marble. Wide enough that a tall man couldn't span it with his arms outstretched, and tall enough that he could walk into it without bending. Wood, large and small, is stacked near at hand to feed the flames should the fire grow too low. Fire tools, cunningly wrought by the elven smiths in patterns of vines, are racked on the other side of the hearth. Among the tools are a number of iron mulling rods, meant for heating in the fire and then dunking into one's drink to heat it.

Flanking the great hearth are two pillars, one on either side of the fireplace. Made of the same marble as the fireplace the pillars are carved from base to crown with interlocking patterns of leaves, vines and flowers. Lit by the fire's living light, the flowers reflect back gold and orange and red. Even in deepest winter, the stone flowers bloom like living blossoms.


[Tuilindo(#24329)]  
The Elenath goes on as the Elves sing songs of Valinor and the great deeds, both glorious, sorrowful, or both. Amid the crackle of the flames, the names of Luthien and Beren and the great princes of the Noldor and Thingol and Melian among many many others dance. Laughter often erupts at some jovial tale, but there are equal amounts of tears, though not all tears are bitter.




[Arduath]
Outside the rain may fall, but within this warm, windowless room, Arduath finds a respite from the years spent in the unrelenting elements. His cloak is no longer with him, for in the Last Homely House, he does not need it. Instead, garbed in a silvery gray shirt, matching trousers, and polished black boots, the years seem to fall away from him. His decoration is a small pinnedd four-pointed star on on the breast of his shirt.

The Dunadan has heard much song and story, and now he looks about him to see if he recognizes anyone, peering inquisitively into the faces of the gathered elves.



[Giliath(#9838)] Giliath, the vintner who came from Lorien some time ago, stands near one of the pillars of the room, his face distant, dreaming, as he loses himself in other times and places.



[Authiel(#13433)] 
She felt it had been too long since she'd been in the Halls of Fire. Too long from home and coming back settled a warmth in her that had little to do with the glow of the fire. Instead of the leathers and armor she so often wears, she was clad in a sky blue dress that flowed around her figure. She still wore the warrior braids in her hair, but the rest was allowed to flow freely from constraint. Gone is the coldness of the Cunir and replaced is the elleth she tends to hide when battle is too close at hand. Currently, Authiel is dancing. Laughing, changing hands and following the steps her naneth spent hours teaching her.



[Tuilindo(#24329)]  
Tuilindo approaches Lothdaimoth, a goblet in each hand. Offering one to the vintner, he says only, "Culyave." As he stands there, he catches sight of the newly arrived ranger down the hall and gives him a nod should the Dunadan notice among all the movement between them.



[Giliath(#9838)] Charcoal grey eyes refocus, fixing on Tuilindo. "I thank you," Giliath Lothdaimoth says gravely, taking the offered glass. A dancing figure catches his attention briefly and he watches Authiel for a moment before taking a sip and looking back to his companion. Slowly, he savors the drink.



[Arduath]
Avoiding dancing revellers with nimble steps and a smile, Arduath approaches the the elf guardsman. "Tuilindo," he calls, when he is close enough not to disturb the singing. Cleaned and garbed anew, he truly is a different man. "Why are you not playing your flute? Yet I am glad you are not, for the present. I have a taste for company." He glances over at Giliath, half-bowing. "Both new and known," he adds.



[Authiel(#13433)] 
Some of the elleth steal her from the dance and she laughs at what's told. Friends since she was a child and goblets are handed out. Each of the elleth hold them along and shout, "Savo 'lass a lalaith!" Before taking long drinks and embraced. Shaking her head as she wandered away from the grouping and to the tables where wine and food were offered freely. Taking a sprig of grapes and eating a few. Glancing over to the Ranger and the elves he takes company with for a moment. 



[Tuilindo(#24329)]  
Tuilindo nods slowly. "Greetings and welcome. You have arrived just in time. As for the flute, it will be heard much later once the stars come out." He winks.



[Giliath(#9838)] Giliath's gaze turns to the ranger, rather opaque and distant. After a moment, he inclines his head in greeting. "Flute?" he questions Tuilindo then. "I will enjoy hearing that."



[Arduath]
"I do hope we see the stars tonight," Arduath says, suddenly solemn. "I could see the rain outside when I left my quarters. But your flute shall make us see the stars without need of a window, I am sure." Looking to Giliath, he bows slowly. "I am Arduath, son of Radgalar." he says in a formal tone, his eyes looking into Giliath as he rises back up. The question is unasked, but hangs in the air all the more because it is not.



[Authiel(#13433)] 
Authiel could not resist. "His flute playing makes others see stars?" The laughter and mirth dancing in those glacial eyes before she took another sip of wine and glances to Tuilindo. Though, she did not tease further the ellon's skill with the flute, as that would be rude. Giliath was known to her, but she'd never been formerly introduced and bowed her head to him. "Authiel, Cunir of Imladris." 



[Giliath(#9838)] "Giliath," is the vintner's reply to both Authiel and Arduath. "MasterVintner." A flicker of humor matches Authiel's. "What better than music?" he asks.



[Tuilindo(#24329)]  
Tuilindo listens to all this interest in his playing of the flute with humor, but says nothing as he drinks his culyave, the red wine glittering in the firelight.



[Authiel(#13433)] 
Authiel masterfully hides the smile that Giliath's words would invoke. "A swift blow to the head, I'm afraid. Though I'm sure the flute is more amiable for the following dawn." She looks to Tuilindo and bows her head, "Though it would be my honor to later hear such playing. Had we not been in the wilds, I would have wished to have heard it nights ago." Smoothing over the tease gently as she sipped her own wine. Looking to the Ranger and wondering how he would end up fairing in their company. He seemed such a dour soul in the Shaws.



[Arduath]
"It is a better way to see stars than many," Arduath answers gravely, his mouth set in a solemn line, though the corners of his eyes wrinkle. He says, "What better than music indeed - save perhaps wine and music, together?" He glances about the room, catching a verse of a song mentioning Earendil. "Gil-Estel visible in the west, good wine, good music, and good company," he muses. "I will accept three out of these four as success. What of the available reds would you recommend to me, Master Vintner? Are any of yours uncorked here?"



[Tuilindo(#24329)]  
Tuilindo nods at Authiel's kind words. "My wife thinks well of my playing. I trust her words are true. Even if they are not, they are all the compliment a husband requires." Here he winks again.



[Giliath(#9838)] "Yes," Giliath replies, "That one - " He points towards a larger bottle - a curiously twisted glass creation in deep, mossy shades of green. The red wine within turns the green glass almost purple. "It is a special vintage, pressed from the second year's harvest of that grape, and blended with moonsong. I recommend it."



[Authiel(#13433)] 
With that, Authiel raises her glass with soft laughter, "Exceptionally spoken." Saluting Tuilindo with her wine before fighting further laughter and shaking her head some. She nodded to Arduath, "Good company tends to sweeten wine, good music only let's it go to your head more quickly when you've a wish to dance along with it. And wine made by elven hands is the best." Said with a grin.



[Arduath]
"My thanks," Arduath replies to Giliath. "Sweeter company I cannot imagine; I do hope it doesn't make the wine cloy me," he quips. He leaves the group for a moment, obtaining a glass from near the uniquely-shaped bottle. He leans the bottle slightly towards him, and his nostrils flare slightly, before he then pours a third of the glass full. The Ranger takes a small sip, a gesture that could seem strangely delicate on such a man. 

His gaze is unfocused, though he is turned in Giliath's direction after replacing the bottle in its original spot. Then the piercing look returns to his grey eyes, and he steps back into his spot. "It appears I am twice in your debt, Master Vintner: once for the recommendation, once for the creation itself."



[Giliath(#9838)] Giliath half-bows in acknowledgment to the ranger. "It was a small vintage. I have saved the casks for special occasions."



[Tuilindo(#24329)]  
Tuilindo remarks to Authiel, "Indeed." He holds up his goblet in salute to the elleth's sentiment and then asks her, "Have you had a chance to give any gifts to someone special this Elenath?"



[Authiel(#13433)] 
"I have not. Many in number are friends and the night is yet young offering time enough." Someone special, she could almost hear her naneth's voice at such a phrase. It caused her a soft laughter as she considers a moment. "And you? I thought I saw glimpse of your beautiful wife, though I could not say for certain."



[Tuilindo(#24329)]  
Tuilindo shakes his head. "She is not here. Liltholwen is no doubt spending time in the stables with a mare in need. Later we are to meet... I hope." He laughs slightly, though his expression tells the truth behind his uncertainty about the planned rendezvous.



[Arduath]
The wine, even in such small amounts, has brought rosy color to Arduath's tanned cheeks. It may be strong, and he certainly has little enough opportunity to drink. He listens with half an ear to the byplay between Authiel and Tuilindo, but sidles closer to Giliath. "What is a traditional toast for this time of celebration?" he inquires. "Though I spent part of my youth here," he confesses, "I do not remember."



[Jaithen(#27880)] Jaithen enters the halls, his boots tracking in a trail of snow. No matter how hard he tries to shake them off, there is still snow clinging to his feet. He works his way towards the fire, allowing the glow to illuminate his features. He glances around the room, nodding here and there, removing his coat. "Toast?" Jaithen asks, catching part of the nearby conversation. "Any will do, though having a glass would help." He looks at his empty hands then over at the glasses and wine nearby.



[Giliath(#9838)] The wine, for elves, will bring fleeting visions of moonlight and of a lake lying still beneath it. For humans, perhaps no more than a wistful feeling of longing, as if brought on by strong drink. Giliath tips his head and watches Arduath with a measuring look. He shakes his head at the man's question. "Whatever your heart requires," he answers, glancing up as someone else answers the same question.



[Authiel(#13433)] 
"Romantic trysts secreted away. Certainly gift indeed." Smiling a bit impishly, Authiel turns her head to regard Jaithen at his approach, "I agree, a glass is a fine first step to making a toast. Then...oh, wine in that glass would be the second." Inspecting her own that is emptied and letting out a soft, feigned exasperated sigh. "It seems I am under qualified to be instructor in this. I shall leave it to the Master Vinter to offer lesson whilst I find this vintage he so highly praises." Said as she makes her way to the green bottle and, with as much respect as she would hold of her bow, lifts it to fill her glass half way. 



[Arduath]
"Mm," is the noncommittal sound the Ranger makes to Giliath's suggestion. "But when the heart does not speak clearly, tradition guides us - when we have one." As he sips further on the special vintage, his gaze grows distant, thoughts of a toast and Jaithen's response evidently forgotten as his consciousness retreats deep within.

A look of profound sadness comes across his features even as he drinks, his narrow eyes misty and cheek muscles slack. It is perhaps the least guarded expression he has worn in years. Then he blinks,, look up to see Tuilindo's smile, and a wan one of his own comes to his face. "I have never tasted the like," he says quietly, as though speaking to himself.



[Giliath(#9838)] "It is my finest vinting," Giliath replies, his gaze steady on Arduath's face, watching his each reaction. "So far..." With interest, he asks, "What do you think?"



[Authiel(#13433)] 
Authiel took a slow sip of the wine and her eyes drifted closed. Her brows knit just slightly as the glimpses of the glass-still lake reflecting moonlight drifted into her mind's eye. "Fine it is." Spoken softly, her voice sounding far off for a few moments before opening her eyes and looking to Giliath. "Only compared to the wisps of a dream. You are truly master of your craft." Bowing low in a show of respect and appreciation.



[Tuilindo(#24329)]  
Tuilindo looks around to those close by and raises his goblet before draining the last of his red culyave. The Elf then turns and throws his goblet into the fire, smashing it against the stones of the hearth. Looking pleased, he says, "Hopefully, with the intercession of Elbereth, someone will waiting for me at the appointed time. Good evening to you all." He bows slightly and then turns to depart.



[Arduath]
the Ranger doesn't speak for a few moments, instead inhaling the wine's scent from his glass. "I am reminded of things that are no more, and that I shall never see again. Perhaps things I never saw, but only heard of. And my palate is pleased, and not all sorrow is unwelcome." Arduath takes another sip.

As Tuilindo departs, his lips curve up into a small grin. "Fortunate favor you on your quest," he calls after him.



[Giliath(#9838)] "Thank you," Giliath says to Authiel. He nods farewell to Tuilindo before turning once more to the ranger. "Interesting," he murmurs. "I have wondered what a song beneath the stars might do, on a moonless night. One needs the proper grape to mingle with it, and the proper flowers..." His voice trails off; he was clearly speaking to himself.



[Authiel(#13433)] 
Authiel looked over to Tuilindo when he threw his culyave into the fire and laughed softly, "May your gift bring fond memories." Bowing over her drink to Tuil's direction. She looked to Giliath for a moment. "My naneth sang such a song, an age or two ago." Said gently as she looked over the glass for a moment. "Perhaps another glass and I would sing it for you. But only on thour first vine that you'll tell none of it." Chuckling softly.



[Arduath]
The wine has less grip on Arduath, or he has a better grip on it, for he does not lose himself entirely in it as he continues to slowly drink. "Surely you are no churl; I hope you will share the gift of your voice with all of us, after another glass." The man amidst elves smiles slowly. The vague melancholia of the spirit is still apparent, but it is not enough to sink his mood altogether.



[Giliath(#9838)] "I too would enjoy hearing you sing," Giliath says courteously to Authiel. "Please do." He sips the red wine that Tuilindo has given him, smiling at the taste.



[Authiel(#13433)] 
She looked to Arduath with a raised brow. "If you've a wish to hear it. My naneth always wished for me to become one of the singers here, though I was more interested in my ada's bow and swords than learning many songs. Tis a song for those seeking the Far Shores..." She glanced to Giliath to make sure he understood the nature of the song. It would be a sad one.



[Arduath]
Arduath nods to the scout. "I will accept whatever you wish to share." He looks into the crackling logs and high fire of the hearth, its light reflected in his gray eyes.



[Jaithen(#27880)]  
Jaithen steps over to retrieve a glass of wine, joining in with the others. He gulps down one glass instantly then pours himself another then returns towards the fire. "Something to warm the innards," he mutters more to himself than anyone else. Finding a seat close to the fire, he looks to Authiel and says, "A song?"



[Authiel(#13433)] 
She looked to Jaithen and laughed softly. It seems that I shall have an audience. Though...I've no wish or skill to sing to a crowd." Said with a slight awkward shift of her weight and shaking her head before looking to Giliath. "You will have to forgive me for this." She tipped the glass up and drained the contents in a single go. Letting out a breath and shivering once at the far stronger image of the lake and the moon. "Very well. A song. One my Naneth taught me and one I've only but sang once before."



[Giliath(#9838)] Giliath nods and stands quietly, sipping at his wine and listening for the promised song.



[Authiel(#13433)] 
Authiel looked to the fire for a moment and taking a breath. "Lay down your head...and I'll sing you a lullaby. Back to the years...of the shores of Valinor. And I'll sing you to sleep, and I'll sing you tomorrow. Bless you with love for the road that you go." Her eyes half closed as she took a slow breath. "May you sail fair, to the far fields of fortune with diamonds and pearls; at your head and your feet." Her eyes closing and a smile playing at her lips as her voice pitched high and sweet, "And may you need never to banish misfortune; may you find kindness in all that you meet. May there always be Valar to watch over you. To guide you each step of the way. To guard you and keep you safe from all harm."

The song continued, though Authiel could hear the traces of her mother's voice that made those pale blue eyes mist over with tears, a few even escaping. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p_cdXNWD1VY )



[Arduath]
Arduath's eyes grow distant as Authiel sings, as its rhythm entwines with his mood and the wine. His glass remains in his hand, but he doesn't raise it, nor move from where he stands near the fire.



[Jaithen(#27880)]  
Jaithen smiles, always appreciative of the arts, and sits back to enjoy the sounds and visions.



[Authiel(#13433)] 
Authiel blushed softly as the song came to an end. "Now you've your song, I trust that shall be the end of it." Said as she proved to be a bit sheepish about it and quickly made her way for another draught of wine.



[Arduath]
"Thank you, Authiel," comes Arduath's voice, gentle enough that it could be difficult to recognize it as his. "You are generous to share with us." He raises his glass. "To friends true both in hardship and plenty. I am graced with excellent hosts." He adds with a grin, "They even came to meet me on the doorstep, as it were." Then he drains the rest of his glass of Giliath's prize vintage, passing the glass to Jaithen as he hurries past.

"Never fear, fellows. The stars remain, though we see them not this eve." He bows to his companions, and takes a seat near where Jaithen was sitting at the fire. A long-stemmed pipe emerges from a small pouch at his waist. Before long, the sweet scent of pipeweed spreads while Arduath stares into the fire, thoughts buoyed by smoke and heavy with wine's visions.



[Authiel(#13433)] 
She laughs softly at Jaithen's antics and allowed him to attend her empty glass. "An end of my song. I've never really sang for anyone before. It is...not as comfortable as holding a bow and arrow in my hand." Authiel smiled and shrugged a nearly bare shoulder. "I think I shall attend my wine and enjoy the rains. Do not be too quick to douse the lights." She paused and looked to the Ranger before smiling at his softly spoken thanks before turning towards the exit and the rains beyond.



[Jaithen(#27880)]  
Jaithen refills both glasses and nods to the maiden. "Well, it was an honor then to have been in the first audience." He returns to the fire, handing the glass back to the ranger, and says, sitting down, "You should not hide such a voice. It does us all good."



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