RP Log 1
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Tarinalas nods cheerily to Eilialhenel, pointing his thumb at Brehannas, "That is what I have been trying to tell him. He seems to think that just because it's raining, I shouldn't play my flute, or some other such nonsense."
Brehannas chuckles and shakes his head. "It was not as much nonsense as your wish to be a birdie." he turns to Eilialhenel and adds "DOn;t you think he would make an odd looking bird?"
Eilialhenel is momentarily distracted by the sounds of a creature moving through the mud and the voice calling out a greeting. She turns to look once but then turns back to Brehannas, content to let the figure come to her. "Certainly there are other things you might occupy your time playing with, manpedor? It would be all to easy in the rain for the blade to slip and cut you," you she says. She regards him with a serious expression undermined by the hint of teasing in her voice when she adds, "And don't think that I warn you out of concern for your being. I'm just thinking of the poor yrch you may have to use that on, suffering at the point of a dull blade."
Brehannas lets his dagger slide out of his hand into the sheath at his side.
Eilialhenel considers Brehannas's question as she looks Tarinalas over carefully. "Make an odd looking bird," she muses, idling pushing a damp tendril of hair out of her face. "I suppose," she says finally, "that it would depend what he made it out of?"
Wilavid feeling a little ignored , cleares his throut and repeats the greating a little louder. " Mae gavon mellons, a rather wet morn," he says as he wipes a layer of rain from his face.
"Exactly!" The Hothren-Pengwador exclaims. "If I made it out of down and feathers, I may be able to make a pretty realistic looking bird. On the other hand, if I made it out of twigs and brambles... odd wouldn't begin to describe it..." He turns his head to the side, peeking out from his grey hood to look at the elf nearing the party.
"And it is at that," Eilialhenel replies to the elf. "What brings you out on this dreary morning, Wilavid?" she asks.
Brehannas just blinks at the two. He appears not sure what to say to them.
Wilavid looks up at the falling rain and the morning sun, " Why, this is the best time of day for a walk!" he pushes a lock of wet hair out of his eyes " and the best weather at that " he adds
Brehannas looks about the rain as if not really noticing it....."Aye tis a good day. Te rain is refreshing."
Tarinalas waits until Brehannas is not looking directly at him, then sticks his tongue out at the diplomat. "Told you the rain isn't so bad."
Eilialhenel looks at Wilavid curiously. "Explain yourself!" she demands.
Eilialhenel notices Tarinalas stick his tongue out at Brehannas and is on the verge of laughing before something obviously occurs to her and she looks from the diplomat to Wilavid, her eyes narrowed shrewdly.
Brehannas has disconnected.
Wilavid looks rather startled at Eilialhenel's accusing eyes " Why the morning sun is giving just the right ammount of light, and the cool rain is refreshing is all" he notices the mud covering Eilialhenel and adds " and why are you out here?"
Tarinalas steps back from this conversation, shaking his head slowly and feeling sorry for the poor, trapped, Wilavid. But also knowing better than to open his mouth, he just stays still and tries not to laugh too visibly.
Even the autumn stormclouds in the sky can't hide the firery brightness of the sun as she rises over the horizon, and her ruddy glow gilts the edges of the clouds which would dare hide her from sight in burning gold. Her rays also find their way down through the trees to glint off the dripping rain with a glaring light, so it is not certain if Eilialhenel squints her eyes against this onslaught or some other reason. Nonetheless, all she says, in a bantering tone is, "Cool refreshing rain, why isn't that like saying you want a nice little blizzard in the dead of winter to freeze you right up? Besides, I much prefer starlight to sunlight, and one doesn't see the stars when clouds fill the night sky!"
Eilialhenel shrugs amiably, "But, to each his own I suppose." "Or her own, as the case may be," she adds.
Wilavid still unable to shake Eilialhenel's eyes searches for a way to respond to this " But surly the water feels good against your face, not hte couldness, and the sun warms the air and the soul" he says not to sure about the last part.
Tarinalas is definately sure he had best keep out of this, even though his personal feelings coincide with Eilialhenel's. Especially when one is like Tarinalas, it's tough to know when one is going to put a foot in the mouth.
"Oh, certainly I love being wet, especially in the cool autumn winds are whipping through the woods! And I absolutely love the odor of wet wool, how could I forget that?" Eilialhenel says, slapping a melodramatic hand to her forhead. However, she soon drops the sarcastic tone and smiles in a more friendly manner. "So how are you feeling, anyways, Wilavid? Anymore letters to deliver or trades to make? I'm surprise you have time to be out walking, what with your two jobs and all!"
Wilavid rolls his eyes wondering what he has done to deserve this one. " Why, i have preparations to make, i must speak to the Aravosante , who at the molment dosnt exsist, You must understand many elves would be unhappy if i just up and left without promission..." he says " But for now i find walks cler my head and help me to think."
Eilialhenel cocks her head, her face the very picture of innocence. The determined set of her eyes, however conveys that there is perhaps more to her vapid conversation than it seems at first. "Of course," she agrees emphatically. "You have to talk to the aravosante before you go trading, especially," she says archly, "if you're going to trade with humans. But how about the message-carrying? Surely your job as a diplomat keeps you busy while you're waiting for a trading mission?"
Tarinalas blinks at these words, leaning over to give Wilavid a closer look. He looks confused for a second, reaching back in his mind to pick out what he can remember. Finally, he tilts his head to the side, commenting, "But you're not a Diplomat, Wilavid!"
A brief satsisfied look crosses Eilialhenel's features before she looks with surprise at the bowman. "But of course he is," she protests, "he told me so himself the other day."
Tarinalas shakes his head silently, "Eilialhenel, I'm a guard. And while it's true that the guards and the diplomats don't always get along great, we /do/ work often together. I can name every diplomat in AT at the moment..." He turns to fix Wilavid with his gaze.
Wilavid turns to Tarinalas and cant find words. " why, that is because i am not. you see it s a very long and complacate story" he starts to back his way down the path hopeing to escape. then he pasues and looks at Tarinalas " I do belive i have yet to meet thee. I am Wilavid an Avosante here in Amon Thundruil and who might you be?" he said.
"Oh stop that and come back here," Eilialhenel says to Wilavid in an irritated voice. "I know that you're not a diplomat; I just wanted you to admit it and perhaps explain why you felt the need to lie to one of your fellow ndaedeldhrim about it!"
Tarinalas exchanges glances with Eilialhenel, before crossing his arms in front of him. "And besides. You do know me Wilavid. In case you're forgetting, I'm Tarnialas. Hothren-Pengwador of Amon Thranduil. And let me assure you, I'm as interested in hearing this as Eilialhenel is."
Wilavid looks stuned " Lie?" he scracthes his head " Why all i said is that i was given a message to diliver, you are the one who assumed i was a diplomat." he looks down at the ground " however if you must know, a human asked me to diliver a scroll of some importance. I said i would not but he keept pestering me untill i accepted." he grimices at the thought of the rather annoying Human. " and well i figuered, if i would be going that way one day i might as well diliver his scroll." he looks up satisfide with what he says and probing for anyway it may be twisted by Eilialhenel.
A swift elbow finds its way to Tarinalas's ribs, as she mutters to him, "Be nice, we aren't trying to scare him!"
Eilialhenel shakes her head slowly, her damp hair glistening in the sunlight that falls full-force as the rainclouds have now passed. "In fact, mellon, I believe you told me that you had two jobs, one of which is obviously being a trader, and the other of which I assumed was being a diplomat as you said this after I asked you why you had to deliver a letter. So if you're not a diplomat, what on earth is your other job?"
Wilavid looks stuned and confused qall at once sending his face into a tormiol of gestures. " The message was only a personal one, to a friend of the humans i do belive, why i dont think i can rember the name of the man im supposed to diliver it to!" he pulls a piece of parchment out of his poket " This is it ill be wilkling to give it to you if it is that much of a problem" he hands the scroll to Tarinalas.
Eilialhenel laughs softly. "Oh, no," she says, "The scroll is not a problem. What concerns me is that you felt the need to lie to me! Is there really any need to try to hide anything?"
Tarinalas blinks in surprise, but doesn't take the scroll, "I don't need it, I'm afraid. I'm headed in the other direction, if anywhere. I suggest you give it to someone headed towards Lake Town, that or return it to the human."
Wilavid is now looking a little annoyed " Look" he says quite firmly " i havent a clue what you think i said, i told you i had a message to diliver, you sais so your a diplomat, i said nothing more!!" he starts to boil on the inside " Now if it pleases you i would like to talk of something eles!" he says in an angered tone
"Temper!" Eilialhenel exclaims, but regaining her composure, she closes her mouth and instead smiles gently. "So what would you like to talk of?" she inquires.
Wilavid face again turns into a thousand exspressions at once. " Well" he says not exactly sure and feeling like a jerk at rasing his voice " anything i guess " he ets out a long sigh and leans against a near by tree.
"Ah," says Eilialhenel delicately. "Well..." she begins slowly, "Perhaps Tarinalas would be so good as to treat us to a song on his flute?"
Tarinalas blinks in surprise, that has to be one of the very last things he expected to hear. "Eilialhenel!" He shakes his head slowly in dismay...
Wilavid +whispers to Tarinalas, " Is ... ... ..............?"
Tarinalas response at first is just a laugh, but in a second or two it slows to a chuckle, and then to a merry grin. He doesn't bother whispering in return. "Eilialhenel isn't being difficult, Wilavid. Trust me on this."
Eilialhenel shrugs unconcernedly and settles up against the grey trunk of a beech that is quickly drying under the rays of the morning sun. Despite the clear sky, the air in the stand is cool, hinting that winter is not long off. An acorn falls and bounces harmlessly off of her shoulder, causing her to glance up where a cheeky squirrel sits on a low branch chattering angrily over the loss of his nut. Apparently ignoring Tarinalas's comment to Wilavid, she bends over to pick up the nut and in one movement straightens and leaps lightly up into the tree. She holds it out to the little creature, murmuring, "Here you go," to the squirrel who takes the nut and scampers off across the branches. Eilialhenel sits back, her legs dangling. "Not even a thank you!" she exclaims.
Wilavid looks unconvinced at Tarinalas's words as he looks at Eilialhenel " If you say so" he scarches his head and looks at the sky.
Eilialhenel laughs and winks at Wilavid. "So you think I'm being difficult, do you?" she says with a grin. "I suspect you'll think I'm being altogether impossible in a moment," and with that she shakes the limb she is sitting on up and down, loosing a shimmering cascade of water from the rain soaked leaves down towards the elves below
Wilavid who was just beginning to dry was startled by the sudden droplets of water as the showered his face. he wiped hi face and smiled/ " Ahh refreshing thank you." he says with a slight smirk.
Tarinalas rather expected this movement, and merely leaps to the side to avoid the sudden shower. He lands nimbly in the sunlight outside the shade of the tree, peering up into the branches at Eilialhenel. "You're getting a bit predictable, dear healer, since most of your surprises seem to drop down on one from the branches."
Eilialhenel's silvery laugh rings out through the late morning wood. "Always happy to oblige a friend!" she says and leaps down to the ground. Perhaps on dry ground her fall would have been silent, but as it is, with the ground a big slick of mud, her descent makes a distinct squishing sound as a multitude of brown splatters fly away from Eilialhenel, and towards Tarinalas's legs.
"But the occassional one still comes up from the earth," Eilialhenel says with a wink, tugging at the hem of her sweater and smoothing it down nonchalantly.
...where they blend in perfectly with all the other mud splotches along the hem of Tarinalas' cloak. Considering that he is known to run through the woods, be it rain or shine, it would be surprising indeed if he was meticulously clean at a time like this.
Tarinalas grins evilly, "That was a surprise, Eil? I beg to differ. This... is a surprise." He bends over, and in a single smooth motion gathers up a handful of mud and sends it flying towards the very same sweater Eilialhenel just smoothed.
"Well," Eilialhenel says with more than a trace of annoyance and disappointment flickering across her features as the mud catches her full on, splattering up to cover her face as well, "..well! I believe that I am going to go home, and change out of these muddy clothes." She adds airily, "Unlike some, I don't enjoy playing in dirt, and I never did think it did much to enhance my features."
Wilavid wilavid picks up a handfull of mud and shouts to Eilialhenel " Wait you forgot something" and lets loose his hand full as she starts to turn.
Tarinalas raises a hand in farewell as Eilialhenel decides to leave. "You sure you want to go Eilialhenel?" He suddenly grins wickedly, "Personally, I don't think you look bad with a little mud on your face, but then, who am I to comment."
As Wilavid's mud hurtles past her, Eilialhenel grins, curtseying extravagantly. "I really don't think you want me to answer your question, do you Tarinalas?" she aks sweetly. "Perhaps you could give our friend the trader some lessons in aim though? Anyhow, the grove calls me," she says, and straightening turns to leave, her feet leaving small depressions in the mud which close up quickly behind her as she walks.