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JennyHallu · 03-17-2006, 10:16 AM

Marenil

Marenil woke to hear the gentle patter of rain on the thatched roof of his room. He checked carefully about--no Linduial. Good. The child was determined to keep him in bed for the rest of his natural life, and he had no such intentions.

Carefully he pushed back the warm blankets, and swung his feet around and off the side of the bed. He sat up, and paused for a moment before standing. He reached out and steadied himself on the bedstead as a quick rush of blood made him momentarily dizzy. Yes, he had definitely been in bed too long. He found all his things, cleaned and carefully folded, in a cabinet, and dressed quietly before stepping into his boots and moving toward the door.

He pushed the door open carefully, peeking around it to make sure Linduial wasn't there. He didn't want to deal with the girl until it was established that he was up, and fine. No one was there. The hall was very quiet, actually. It seemed that little was going on. He moved toward the main hall and finally caught the sound of voices, in the kitchen and the hall. A loud rumble from his stomach caught him by surprise, and with a grin that revealed the handsomeness of his youth, he decided the kitchen was definitely the way to go.

He cheerfully opened the door and greeted the group within...

Linduial

Lin was in her room. She had finally gotten her trunks a few days ago, two large sea-chests with cast-iron locks and delicate carving by her eldest brother. With Saeryn's approval, a delicate golden necklace fashioned in the form of her family crest had been sent to the Healer as thanks for his aid. Lin repeated in her mind the advice Saeryn had given her, for it had been good: "He's a healer and a proud man, he'll accept no gift for himself...but he has a wife and a daughter, gift them something pretty they can't get here."

She had rose late this morning, lulled to laziness by the gentle sound of rain on the roof, and then startled into sudden wakefulness by a cold drip of water on the back of her neck. No wonder Eodwine had been replacing the roof as well as remodeling the interior of the old Inn. As she dressed in a pale green gown with delicate rose embroidery on the long elven sleeves (styles in Gondor had been heavily influenced by the beautiful things the Queen Evenstar had brought with her from her home in the North), she idly wondered how long the building had stood here, welcoming travellers from every land. Her own home was old beyond imagining, inherited from father to son through many generations, but the tall stone buildings near Dol Amroth weathered the years and the storms off the sea with little to mark the passage of the ages. The wattle-and-daub construction of the buildings in Edoras was entirely new to her.

It occurred to her that she was hungry, and she folded her night-things neatly and put them away before rummaging for the apples she'd stashed away, wondering if perhaps Garwine or Leof would help her to hang some of the silk scarves and the single tapestry her chambermaid seemed to have placed in her trunk. Garwine's whereabouts could be unpredictable, but Leof would surely be in the stable this time of morning. That was across the courtyard -- she grabbed another apple and a shawl, and made her way to the courtyard door, throwing the shawl over her head before stepping out into the rain.

She couldn't help but be aware of the odd and unladylike figure she must have been, running across the courtyard juggling an apple and her skirts in her mostly successful attempt to keep the hems out of the mud, but there was a covered alcove before she entered the stable proper, and she straightened her skirts and rearranged her curls before stepping in, grateful that Marenil was safely in bed and couldn't have seen her.

03-17-2006, 10:16 AM	#120
JennyHallu The Pearl, The Lily Maid Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: In my luxury Barrow, snuggled up in a pile of satin pillows, eating fresh fruit. Posts: 1,686	Marenil Marenil woke to hear the gentle patter of rain on the thatched roof of his room. He checked carefully about--no Linduial. Good. The child was determined to keep him in bed for the rest of his natural life, and he had no such intentions. Carefully he pushed back the warm blankets, and swung his feet around and off the side of the bed. He sat up, and paused for a moment before standing. He reached out and steadied himself on the bedstead as a quick rush of blood made him momentarily dizzy. Yes, he had definitely been in bed too long. He found all his things, cleaned and carefully folded, in a cabinet, and dressed quietly before stepping into his boots and moving toward the door. He pushed the door open carefully, peeking around it to make sure Linduial wasn't there. He didn't want to deal with the girl until it was established that he was up, and fine. No one was there. The hall was very quiet, actually. It seemed that little was going on. He moved toward the main hall and finally caught the sound of voices, in the kitchen and the hall. A loud rumble from his stomach caught him by surprise, and with a grin that revealed the handsomeness of his youth, he decided the kitchen was definitely the way to go. He cheerfully opened the door and greeted the group within... Linduial Lin was in her room. She had finally gotten her trunks a few days ago, two large sea-chests with cast-iron locks and delicate carving by her eldest brother. With Saeryn's approval, a delicate golden necklace fashioned in the form of her family crest had been sent to the Healer as thanks for his aid. Lin repeated in her mind the advice Saeryn had given her, for it had been good: "He's a healer and a proud man, he'll accept no gift for himself...but he has a wife and a daughter, gift them something pretty they can't get here." She had rose late this morning, lulled to laziness by the gentle sound of rain on the roof, and then startled into sudden wakefulness by a cold drip of water on the back of her neck. No wonder Eodwine had been replacing the roof as well as remodeling the interior of the old Inn. As she dressed in a pale green gown with delicate rose embroidery on the long elven sleeves (styles in Gondor had been heavily influenced by the beautiful things the Queen Evenstar had brought with her from her home in the North), she idly wondered how long the building had stood here, welcoming travellers from every land. Her own home was old beyond imagining, inherited from father to son through many generations, but the tall stone buildings near Dol Amroth weathered the years and the storms off the sea with little to mark the passage of the ages. The wattle-and-daub construction of the buildings in Edoras was entirely new to her. It occurred to her that she was hungry, and she folded her night-things neatly and put them away before rummaging for the apples she'd stashed away, wondering if perhaps Garwine or Leof would help her to hang some of the silk scarves and the single tapestry her chambermaid seemed to have placed in her trunk. Garwine's whereabouts could be unpredictable, but Leof would surely be in the stable this time of morning. That was across the courtyard -- she grabbed another apple and a shawl, and made her way to the courtyard door, throwing the shawl over her head before stepping out into the rain. She couldn't help but be aware of the odd and unladylike figure she must have been, running across the courtyard juggling an apple and her skirts in her mostly successful attempt to keep the hems out of the mud, but there was a covered alcove before she entered the stable proper, and she straightened her skirts and rearranged her curls before stepping in, grateful that Marenil was safely in bed and couldn't have seen her.