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RE: A Precious Gift on: July 16, 2007 05:22
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(I've tried to give everyone something to reply to here XD I hope its alright please check out the ooc before posting :heart: )
She sighed and settled beside him. "Yes, I spoke to him. We agreed that he would come if Finnar could be left. He seems to be recovering well now, though he's convinced that he's healed more than he has. We still have to ask the healers for advice, but I think he'll be able to come. I left them playing, but when Finnar goes to sleep Gaeron will join us."
“One day he’ll be completely healed,” Ainu said of Finnar with an encouraging smile, “I’m certain of it. He is strong.”
For a moment he strummed the lute without speaking, his mind wandering to some distant place with the notes of the music… but then he raised his blue eyes to Galenfea again. So lovely, he thought as he gazed at her, admiring her brown hair and blue-green eyes. He wondered if she was aware of what he felt for her… he had never tried to hide its, for he knew his affection shone in his eyes and on his face. Since their return he’d often sought to spend time with her, had often sang songs just for her… and his love (perhaps he was bold to call it such, but he knew it to be the truth) came through in the gentle way he would grasp her hand or touch her shoulder. Never yet had he said it outright, though… he wanted to, and though he believed she returned his affection, he still hadn’t worked up the courage.
But, how could he not adore Galenfea? She had never scorned him for the scar along his jaw, the testament to what he’d suffered in his youth… and her quiet voice and smile always cheered his heart and made him feel peaceful. She was so caring for her brothers, and for Ainu himself… she was a comfort in the dark moments when darker memories haunted his thoughts. It was she who had restored a sense of meaning and happiness to his life… yes, he knew without a doubt that, even if she couldn’t love him in return, Ainu would always hold her dear to his heart.
The music had continued to float from his fingers as he sat musing on these thoughts, and his lips quirked up into a grin as he looked at her. Stilling the music, he slowly set aside the lute and turned to face the elleth. Taking her hand in both of his, he raised it and lightly kissed the back of her fingers, knowing that a pinkness was coming to his cheeks.
“Galenfea,” he said, “I’m so very glad we’re traveling together again.”
After a moment, though, he released her hands with a bashful grin before getting to his feet. Stooping, he picked up the lute and then held his hand out to aid her to her feet.
“I think the others are gathering at the fountain,” he said, “Perhaps we should go and join them… I’m eager to know who else will be joining us on the journey to Gondor.”
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Iondullas was standing in silent thought, pondering the journey ahead and waiting for the other travelers to arrive to the fountain. He wondered how long it would be before they would be able to set out. He knew they would need to have time to prepare their supplies, and to plan their course, but the archer-elf was eager to begin the journey. Of course, taking the bow of Galadriel to its destination was uppermost in his mind, as well as protecting it along the way; although peace now reigned in Middle Earth, there was still the threat of trouble from the occasional orc, and who knew what other sort of danger might be waiting on their road? Besides that, Ion had never been to the White City in his travels, and it was something he wanted to see. It would be very different from the beautiful and peaceful land of Lorien… a land which still seemed timeless to him, though it was not as brilliant as it had been when the Lady had still dwelled there.
He was pulled out of his thoughts when someone approached, though, and he looked up to behold an ellon. He introduced himself as Gaeron, and the archer smiled and nodded in greeting.
“Iondullas,” he named himself, “You are one of the elves chosen to travel to Gondor, are you not? I have seen you around the wood since your arrival, and I apologize that I’ve never introduced myself before. I have often been busy on guard.“
It was then that the healer Salabeth approached, and Iondullas smiled in greeting to her. He had always admired her, thinking her among the fairest of elleths… her eyes had always captivated him. He was silent as she spoke to Gaeron about his brother, watching the exchange without interrupting. He could tell that Salabeth was concerned about her patients as any healer would be, and also that Gaeron cared deeply for his brother. Perhaps it had been a difficult decision for him, deciding to leave Finnar behind to strike out on this quest for which he was chosen… yet he had come to the meeting place. A noble heart, Ion thought, despite whatever horrors he had faced in the past.
Yet, turning to the archer, Salabeth bowed her head slightly. “I haven’t seen you lately, Iondullas,” the elleth said politely, “Have you been busy on guard-duty?” - And, “Who is still to come?” she inquired of both him, and of Gaearon, and with a glance back to see if Caran had decided to join them…
“I have, my lady healer,” Iondullas said with a nod of greeting in return and a smile, “I have often been away, but I returned at the first word of this task we’ve been given. I believe having an experienced healer along will be a good idea, and I’m glad that you’re coming. There are six others, I believe… Gaeron, your sister, and the minstrel Ainu are two of them.”
When Salabeth glanced behind her Iondullas followed with his eyes, and saw Manveru peeking over some ferns. He couldn’t help greeting at the elf’s polite nod over the ferns, but the archer returned it, wondering why it was the tall Manveru was standing behind them in the first place. He understood when he emerged, the elleth Caran on his arm. Ion recognized her, but they had only spoken a few times; she had always seemed to be very shy. As she approached with Manveru the archer bowed slightly in greeting.
“Welcome,” he said, “It is good that more are coming… we have much to discuss. Caran, how are you? And Manveru, it is always a treat to meet with you.” And, not knowing if everyone was acquainted, “This is Gaeron and Salabeth… our traveling group is growing larger by the moment, is it not?”
He noticed then that Risthir had joined the group, though even Iondullas himself hadn’t seen his arrival as he’d been speaking with the others. Motioning to the dark-haired elf who now sat with his back against a tree, “There you are, Risthir… please, come join us, my friend…. and here is Banvain,” he smiled at the newcomer as he came to stand amongst them. He made more introductions around the group and then surveyed them with a sweeping eye. Gaeron, Salabeth, Caran, Manveru, Risthir, Banvain, and himself… seven travelers. There were two missing… and, he smiled inwardly to himself, when they came that would make nine… a group of Nine going on an important task. It was similar to another great event in the history of Middle Earth…. Yet, they were not now seeking to destroy something… they were seeking to protect it, and bring it safely to its recipient.
As if thinking of them had made them appear, Ainu and Galenfae then approached the group gathered at the fountain. Ainu nodded a greeting to all those gathered, one arm grasping his precious lute as he did so. He was glad to see Gaeron there… he believed that the travel may be good for him, as it might do Finnar some good to be on his own for a while… at least, without his siblings. The rest of the travelers he was glad to see as well… quite an assortment, but he was certain everyone had been chosen for a reason.
“Is this all of us, then?” he asked, and shared a smile with Galenfea, “When do we set out?”
“This is what we’ve come to discuss,” Iondullas started, “I think we should be prepared to leave as early as the day after tomorrow… will everyone be able to prepare if given one full day? The best plan seems to be to travel by boat, and so there will be no need to take horses. Considering the size of our group we may have to split up into groups of three and take three small boats, but since it is a long journey it may be wisest to take one larger vessel. What do all of you think- how many in our group are experienced in sailing?”
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