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The nature of things

Tags: Arduath,  Authiel,  Jaithen,  Tuilindo

Short Summary: Jaithen raids the kitchen, Authiel and the Dunadan Arduath discuss the nature of elves and men, and Tuilindo arrives to contribute.
Date (real-life): 2013-01-30
Scene Location: Rivendell: Entrance Hall, Dining Hall
Date (in-game): January 26, 3058
Time of Day: Noon
Weather: Indoor scene

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.


[Jaithen(#27880)]  
Stomping his feet hard to remove the excess snow, Jaithen announces his arrival. He shakes and snow falls from the boots, shoulders, and hair. "Brrr," he says to himself with a shiver, and he takes his cloak off, hanging on a nearby hook to dry. "Spring can only come too soon," he mutters to himself.



[Arduath]
A tall human is stepping out of the Hall of Fire. Snatches of recited verse escape before he closes the door gently behind him. Arduath looks to Jaithen. "I hope the weather doesn't make those in the north more desperate," he adds, then says more formally, "We shared each other's company for some time yesterday by the hearth, but I never introduced myself. I was lost in reminiscence." He half-bows. "I am Arduath, son of Radgalar."

"And I am also hungry." The Ranger grins wryly. "Would you care to join me while I rectify that?"



[Jaithen(#27880)]  
Jaithen was never one to say no to food. "Jaithen," he says, in response to the introduction, and offers a flourished bow, "And I'd be honored to join you in a pillaging raid of our kitchens. Assuming we find little resistance." He cannot help a small smile crease his lips, a glint in his eye. He guestures forward, deeper into the house, allowing Arduath to take the lead.




Dining Hall
 
This is a high hall polished with laughter and song and the aroma of lingering feasts. Two flights of amber pillars run down its length on either side supporting an open gallery, and their lucent reflections are like spears of gold upon the walls of white cloud marble. They glimmer in the lanthorn light of many chandeliers branching down from the vaulted ceiling. Beneath this constellation of lamps in the very centre of the wide floor is a large oval table, arrayed with silver dishes, and ringed by other tables that become progressively smaller as they ripple outwards like leaves upon a lake.

Watered silk tapestries are hung between the pillars to create shimmering grottoes for those seeking a more secluded dining space. They stir at the slightest caress of air, a whisper of fabric should the doors to the kitchen swing open. On either side of those doors are stairs that gyre up to the gallery, carpeted in deepest blue and scattered with comfortable chairs and reclining couches. At each corner of the gallery a statue beckons in graceful silence with basins of food and drink that are always replenished.



[Authiel(#13433)] 
Authiel was already in the dining hall, seated and enjoying a plate of fruit. She was still without her leather armor, though she was dressed in fine leather breeches and knee high boots. Her shirt was a simple cloth that was tailored to her frame. Lacing up the front and gloves were tucked into her belt. Her hair was completely braided and she looked as if she either planned on or had already gone riding. 



[Arduath]
Arduath looks somewhat doubtful as he leads Jaithen into the dining hall. "Why are we raiding the kitchens, again, instead of merely sitting at table?" He scans the room and, spotting Authiel, raises a hand in distant greeting. "It is not as though there is not food enough out here."



[Jaithen(#27880)]  
Jaithen follows the ranger into the dining hall, his eyes on the kitchens. "The best foods are always reserved.. for..." Jaithen starts to explain, then sees that the room isn't empty as he'd hoped for. A grimmace quickly turned to smile appears and he says, "The dining halls of course. Let's see what we have here." 

Jaithen moves around the table, inspecting the available treats, looking a little disappointed. As he suspected, not what he was hoping for. "Ah the seasons," he says with a shrug. Nodding to Authiel, he offers a quick, "Mae govannon."



[Authiel(#13433)] 
The sound of voices raised Authiel's head and she looked over to Arduath and Jaithen. Raising a hand in greeting. "Mae govannen." Said with a nod as she took another bite of the fruit. "I was going to go hunting later. The stocks are always so bare, it seems, during the winter. I think some venison would do well." Said as another berry was eaten and she took a sip of her wine.



[Arduath]
Arduath looks curious, now. "What 'best foods'?" The spread at Elrond's house, even in midwinter, is a feast to any save those who are accustomed to its still greater plenty at other times of the year. To a Ranger, it is a feast any time, but even so: "How much better than this?"



[Jaithen(#27880)]  
Jaithen nods an agreement to Authiel and says to the ranger, "Oh you'd be surprised. You never lay out all your cards, have to keep a surprise or two. I wish we still had some of that honey from the beornings." He eyes the kitchens suspiciously. "Maybe they still do..." he says softly. He marches to the end of the room and peers into the kitchen. Not seeing anyone, he grins slyly. "Be right back," he says, disappearing through the door.



Authiel could only smile, "The likes you've never seen, Ranger." Said as she took another bite of the berry. "He'll be gone for hours in those larders. Best you seek other companionship, Arduath. He'll likely detour to the stocks of wine and be lost to us for at least the evening." Said with a slight smile before shrugging her shoulders. "How like you Imladris compared to your memories of it?"



[Arduath]
Arduath fills his plate with fruits, pastries, and a bit quail before joining Authiel at table and answering her. "You are likely right," the Dunadan says, almost wistfully, with a glance back at the door to the kitchens.

"This is not my first return since my youth." He produces a knife from his pouch and begins to cut an apple into slices. "Though it has been some years. The Valley never seems to change. It always as I remember it." He pops one slice in his mouth.



Authiel nodded her head, "Imladris is as we are, unchanging. Immortal and undying." Said softly as she looked around the halls for a moment before shaking her head some. "Sometimes, I wonder what it is to live a mortal life. A whirlwind of change, flux and tide. It seems almost exhausting at times and others...I'm uncertain. Those of us who fight, who know battle have a taste of what fleeting mortality feels like. To know that death is ever looming, but I wonder if that is worth the love of life Men seem to have. They compact everything into one lifetime that we sometimes seem to take for granted."



[Arduath]
"Men of our age do not have time to be patient in all things. Once it was otherwise." A touch of the inward look Giliath's wine brought to him earlier comes into Arduath's eyes. "Perhaps we are too restless to appreciate such a gift."



[Authiel(#13433)] "You are as the Valar have made you. Nothing more." Smiling some as she ate and watched him with those unyielding eyes. "But they do not mke our way for us. That is for us to do. We are left to make something better than what we are. Perhaps you should try to calm some of the restlessness in you for more than a mere moment of peace?"



[Arduath]
"But there is always more to be done!" Arduath smiles wryly as his words circle back around. "And there is not enough time." More seriously, he says, "Honor demands that we do all that we can with what time we have to protect our people, though they know it not. So restless we shall remain, I am afraid." He pushes back his chair and begins to rise. "I shall take mulled wine. Would you like some?"



[Authiel(#13433)] "Please." She finishes her glass and slides it towards Arduath to allow him to fill it. "I suppose that is the lesson of Men. Always seeking some way to fill the short lives they lead, never realizing that it is within them to stop and look at all they can accomplish long enough to breath."



[Arduath]
The Ranger takes the glass in his other hand. He gestures with it. "Ah, but it must be balanced against the lesson of the Firstborn: wisdom not acted upon is no wisdom at all, and if one waits over-long, there may no longer be time enact any change. That is why so many of you choose to escape, is it not?" He walks away, not waiting for a response, and pours from a carafe into each glass.

He returns Authiel's glass to the table in front of her and looks at her expectantly.



[Authiel(#13433)] For a moment, her expression turns to ice and the Ranger is given a glimpse of the thing Authiel becomes when in a battle. Merciless, unyielding and brutally effective. Closing her eyes. "My people understand that our time grows short in Middle-Earth. We were never meant to stay overlong and some of us travel to the Shores because it is the next step in our lives. And yet some linger...because we still feel that Men are worthy to stand for. Ranger, you would be wise to not speak of leaving for the shores to me. I still weep for the loss of my naneth and ada."



[Arduath]
"I am sorry for your loss," Arduath says softly. "Yet you must see that the balance lies in the middle. When facing the end, in whatever form, you know your destiny. Men do not have that luxury. Can you blame us for our haste?"

He looks down at his cup, still untouched. "The House of Elrond's friendship in kinship have been resolute. It will never waver. But each generation of Edain must prove themselves worthy of that friendship anew, and then leave nothing but eternal memories in the minds of the Firstborn. That is our gift. Though many call it a curse, I bear it with pride. We march into darkness."

"Will you join me in a toast to the lost?" He raises his cup. "You will meet yours again, and I will not, but I would still honor them."



[Authiel(#13433)] 
"I will drink, but not to the lost. Death is just another step in our journey. The Valar would not allow you such a lonesome path when you leave this life." She drinks some of the wine and sits back, her plate of fruit emptied as she considers for a few moments. She glanced to Tuilindo and then to Arduath. It was something she was not going to share and just smiles slightly as she drinks again.



[Tuilindo(#24329)]  
Tuilindo enters at just that moment and upon hearing Arduath speak, he says in reply, "Ah, but you have it backwards. It is the Elves who know not where they go."



[Arduath]
Arduath raises an eyebrow at Tuilindo's entrance. "Please, join us. Do I misremember the teachings of my childhood?" He doesn't sound as though he entertains any doubt.



[Tuilindo(#24329)]  
Approaching the pair, Tuilindo does not sit. Answering the question, he says, "When Men die, they pass beyond the Circles of the World and will return again someday to aid Him when Arda is remade. But Elves on the other hand look forward only to darkness. For we are bound to Arda Marred and when it passes away, what will become of us? We have only Hope that Eru has for us some unknown destiny beyond the end of Time."



[Authiel(#13433)] 
She sips her wine and watch Tuilindo before looking then to Arduath. "When facing the end...you know your destiny..." Repeating Arduath's words back to him, though perhaps with more weight to them than the Ranger intended.



[Arduath]
"There is a freedom in not knowing one's ultimate destiny," Arduath answers. "I had not heard that what lies Beyond for men was known to elves, but all things end in time. There is also a comfort in seeing what the end is that approaches, I would think, so that one may make ready for it, but I am not gifted with having the experience of both elf and man."

A small smile lightens his features. "Perhaps I should ask Lord Elrond," he quips.



[Tuilindo(#24329)]  
Tuilindo shrugs. "If that comforts you, then I am glad. Lord Elrond has knowledge of such things beyond myself, but there are also others here in the Valley far older than the Master of Rivendell who have learned of such things at the feet of the Powers themselves. They are few, but these few yet remain."



[Arduath]
"Truly such breadth of experience is a source of timeless wisdom," says the Ranger. "But having had no chance to speak to Beren, I will have to rely on our histories and their wisdom both." He moves on to eating a pastry, nothing but the core left of his apple.



[Tuilindo(#24329)]  
Tuilindo nods slowly and then wanders over to where the buffet is. He pours himself a cider that has not yet fermented and then returns to say with a slight smile, "Do you always engage in conversations involving such deep lore?"



[Arduath]
The Ranger glances at Authiel. "It is not my intent, but my conversations with Scout Authiel have all turned in this direction." He turns back to Tuilindo. "But I did originally prefer my academic studies to more martial pursuits. Had history gone otherwise, perhaps I would be an historian in Annuminas." He takes a sip of his mulled wine. "But let us speak of happier things. Did you meet your wife as you hoped to, after you left the Hall of Fire?"



[Tuilindo(#24329)]  
Tuilindo nods, standing at ease and sipping his drink. "We met at our usual spot and then met friends in the Garden for singing and star watching. An altogether pleasant night."



[Arduath]
"I had much time to sit and think that night," Arduath reflects. "Perhaps that is my trouble. Only the Firstborn will engage me in such thoughts; to whom should I speak of the matter in Bree?" He laughs, and though there is a slight crack of atrophy to the tenor notes of his good humor, it is a joyous sound indeed.



[Tuilindo(#24329)]  
"Mmmm, who indeed? Perhaps one of your brethren?" Tuilindo's mug is drained swiftly after the first sip and he sets it aside for one of the stewards to collect. "In any case, I must be on my way. Though we do not need it ceaselessly, the Tirith trains all the same. A good day to you, Arduath."



[Arduath]
"And to you, Tuilindo," Arduath says, rising from his place at the table and nodding to the departing elf before reseating himself and continuing his meal in silence. Thoughtful silence.




Date added: 2013-01-30 21:46:32    Hits: 99
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