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Frodo Baggins · 02-22-2003, 10:08 PM

Cromthal and Rirrym were walking back to the Green Dragon, both were carrying a few odd packages. Cromthal had just met Rirrym on the road a few moments ago, they had walked around together for a while, and about an hour ago had gone separate ways.

"Cromthal what is all this?" Rirrym asked.

Cromthal smiled and said "You asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday. I went shopping after wandering around with you."

"Yes but what is all this?" Rirrym asked again, carrying a soft, shapeless, large package.

"Well, let's see. the bundle you have is a bolt of linen. I have with me five books I bought, a woven rope belt, and this." he held up a small sack.

"What is that?" asked Rirrym

"It's saffron. I'm dying the linen with it and making a new robe. All Sidhe have a robe of this colour" he tugged on his purplish, greenish, greyish robe he was wearing, "and a saffron coloured robe."

"And you don't have one?" Rirrym asked.

Cromthal looked down at the ground for a moment. Then he began "A saffron coloured robe is a ceremonial thing for our people. Each Sidhe chooses a special day to celebrate something life-changing that happened to them and celebrate it once a month on that day. That day they wear a saffron coloured robe. I was wearing mine one day while stupidly crossing a flooded Abhainn-mor, the Bradywine the hobbits call it and the current carried my robe away, I nearly drowned myself."

"Poor Cromthal" said Rirrym.

"Mm If you call meeting the one the elves refer to as Mithrandir 'poor' he pulled me from the river. I'll tell you the tale sometime."

[ February 26, 2003: Message edited by: Frodo Baggins ]

02-22-2003, 10:08 PM	#670
Frodo Baggins Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Bag-End, Under-Hill, Hobbiton-across-the Water Posts: 606	Cromthal and Rirrym were walking back to the Green Dragon, both were carrying a few odd packages. Cromthal had just met Rirrym on the road a few moments ago, they had walked around together for a while, and about an hour ago had gone separate ways. "Cromthal what is all this?" Rirrym asked. Cromthal smiled and said "You asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday. I went shopping after wandering around with you." "Yes but what is all this?" Rirrym asked again, carrying a soft, shapeless, large package. "Well, let's see. the bundle you have is a bolt of linen. I have with me five books I bought, a woven rope belt, and this." he held up a small sack. "What is that?" asked Rirrym "It's saffron. I'm dying the linen with it and making a new robe. All Sidhe have a robe of this colour" he tugged on his purplish, greenish, greyish robe he was wearing, "and a saffron coloured robe." "And you don't have one?" Rirrym asked. Cromthal looked down at the ground for a moment. Then he began "A saffron coloured robe is a ceremonial thing for our people. Each Sidhe chooses a special day to celebrate something life-changing that happened to them and celebrate it once a month on that day. That day they wear a saffron coloured robe. I was wearing mine one day while stupidly crossing a flooded Abhainn-mor, the Bradywine the hobbits call it and the current carried my robe away, I nearly drowned myself." "Poor Cromthal" said Rirrym. "Mm If you call meeting the one the elves refer to as Mithrandir 'poor' he pulled me from the river. I'll tell you the tale sometime." [ February 26, 2003: Message edited by: Frodo Baggins ] __________________ "I'm your huckleberry....that's just my game."