* Rides up in a pony cart laden with fresh-hewn Dwarvish beams of wood smelling of sawdust, an assortment of hammers, nails, adzes, and other carpenter's tools, a large black iron cauldron, new-shining but dented up so it looks like it's been through a war, several smaller kettles of copper and tin, and various other bundles wrapped in coarse blue cloth and tied with thin grey ropes. *
Good greetings Mark12_30, Raefindel, Elenna ...
... and all else present who share the love of the Galadhrim for abiding in trees. I bring wood enough to make our own flets. [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] ... With plenty left for a campfire to warm our hands and spirits.
* Grabbing up an armload of wood, Gandalf leaps down onto springy long grass dotted with leaves of red, orange, and yellow to set a fire blazing in the same cheery hues. All the while Gandalf gives a running description of the contents of the pony cart: The large cauldron is for mulled cider. The small kettle, for brewing cranberry tea. There are also potatoes and ears of corn to bake and roast at the base of the fire, along with squashes and apples. *
Ah, Harvest Time! [img]smilies/smile.gif[/img] And then at night, white shooting stars cut an arc through the air's crisp veil, to add their own warmth to eye and memory reflecting against a background of frosted leaves.
Gandalf the Grey
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