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mark12_30 · 05-08-2003, 08:41 PM

LinGalad gestured to Avery to lead the way back into the tavern. Radagast! He knew there were more than a few tales about him, and he wished he had heard more of them. Had Songmaster known that the Istar would be here?

LinGalad smiled and shot Endereth a glance of sheer relief, and bowed low to her. Even Avery and Ajada saw him visibly relax. Endereth smiled, and raising one eyebrow, bowed slightly. Here, she thought, is an impressionable youngster, nervous, shy, and very out of place. I haven't seen an elf this young in quite a while.

He guessed at her amusement, understood it, and didn't care, so relieved he was to have met the second of the two elves. He briefly met her gaze again, and this time she laughed, and he joined her. She waved him on, and Avery continued the introductions.

"This is Ajada." LinGalad bowed again. "You then are the Great Scribe of Gondor?" He asked, very politely, and was horrified to see her bristle with indignation. Radagast chuckled, Endereth smiled, and Avery burst out laughing. LinGalad stuttered. "I'm sorry, I thought-- Firnlord said--"

"Oh, sure, " Ajada snapped. "I can see that you've all arranged this in advance while you were outside just to make a fool of me! Nice. Very nice!"

"Oh, lady, I assure you I meant no offense, " LinGalad panicked.

Endereth came to his rescue. "Of course not, LinGalad. And now this is Radagast, whom you have perhaps heard of before?"

LinGalad turned towards the esteemed wizard with a crimson blush, wishing he could have made a better impression, and feeling that Radagast must think him stupider than a rabbit.

Radagast eyed him. "Now, then, Lad, what's your business in this city?"

LinGalad turned to look behind him with a puzzled expression.

Radagast snorted.

Endereth said softly, "Lad means young man, or boy. He was talking to you, LinGalad."

"Yes, sir!" LinGalad fumbled again. "I, er, I was sent by the Songmaster of Lasgalen to aid in the problem with the trees of Fangorn Forest, sir."

"Eh. Humph, " Radagast said, stroking his beard. "Heh. Haven't seen him in years. How is the old fellow?"

LinGalad blinked. "The Songmaster is an old fellow?"

"How is he?" snapped Radagast.

"I-- I don't understand."

"Radagast, if the Songmaster is an elf then they don't get sick or old. If he's alive, he's fine, " Endereth said patiently.

"Of course. But how IS he!" Radagast snapped. "Happy or sad!"

"Happy, sir, except that he misses his friends who have left, " LinGalad replied, thinking that now Radagast must imagine he had the intelligence of a mouse, or perhaps a flea.

Radagast ran a hand over his forehead, and then glanced at Endereth and yanked his thumb towards LinGalad. "Ask him what he knows about Fangorn, and then translate it for me, will you?"

Endereth smiled at LinGalad, and winked. LinGalad turned gladly back to her, wishing he was a thousand miles away, or the wizard was, or both... He took refuge in Endereth's elvishness, and told her, "All I learned in the council was that there has been a steady sucession of mysterious disappearances and finding of bodies. They have made few plans, aside frmo a few reckless suggestions to burn down the forest. Some liked that idea, and others replied the wood was needed for other uses. They are trying to understand why the trees are attacking, but they do not know. They have asked where the ents have all gone, and many say that they have gone to sleep deep within the forest."

"That's it?" Radagast snorted.

"I found it rather uninteresting, " LinGalad apologized.

"I'll say, " Radagast muttered, and idly turned to Ajada. "Well, Miss Intrigue, what do you think this council needs to set it moving in a constructive direction?" The question was clearly rhetorical, and he resumed absently stroking his beard, and sank into a thoughtful reverie. She glowered at him, and then at each of the others in turn. LinGalad blushed yet again, but Avery nudged him with her elbow, and Endereth winked at him again, and that helped him to relax just a little.

[ May 08, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ]

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mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	LinGalad gestured to Avery to lead the way back into the tavern. Radagast! He knew there were more than a few tales about him, and he wished he had heard more of them. Had Songmaster known that the Istar would be here? LinGalad smiled and shot Endereth a glance of sheer relief, and bowed low to her. Even Avery and Ajada saw him visibly relax. Endereth smiled, and raising one eyebrow, bowed slightly. Here, she thought, is an impressionable youngster, nervous, shy, and very out of place. I haven't seen an elf this young in quite a while. He guessed at her amusement, understood it, and didn't care, so relieved he was to have met the second of the two elves. He briefly met her gaze again, and this time she laughed, and he joined her. She waved him on, and Avery continued the introductions. "This is Ajada." LinGalad bowed again. "You then are the Great Scribe of Gondor?" He asked, very politely, and was horrified to see her bristle with indignation. Radagast chuckled, Endereth smiled, and Avery burst out laughing. LinGalad stuttered. "I'm sorry, I thought-- Firnlord said--" "Oh, sure, " Ajada snapped. "I can see that you've all arranged this in advance while you were outside just to make a fool of me! Nice. Very nice!" "Oh, lady, I assure you I meant no offense, " LinGalad panicked. Endereth came to his rescue. "Of course not, LinGalad. And now this is Radagast, whom you have perhaps heard of before?" LinGalad turned towards the esteemed wizard with a crimson blush, wishing he could have made a better impression, and feeling that Radagast must think him stupider than a rabbit. Radagast eyed him. "Now, then, Lad, what's your business in this city?" LinGalad turned to look behind him with a puzzled expression. Radagast snorted. Endereth said softly, "Lad means young man, or boy. He was talking to you, LinGalad." "Yes, sir!" LinGalad fumbled again. "I, er, I was sent by the Songmaster of Lasgalen to aid in the problem with the trees of Fangorn Forest, sir." "Eh. Humph, " Radagast said, stroking his beard. "Heh. Haven't seen him in years. How is the old fellow?" LinGalad blinked. "The Songmaster is an old fellow?" "How is he?" snapped Radagast. "I-- I don't understand." "Radagast, if the Songmaster is an elf then they don't get sick or old. If he's alive, he's fine, " Endereth said patiently. "Of course. But how IS he!" Radagast snapped. "Happy or sad!" "Happy, sir, except that he misses his friends who have left, " LinGalad replied, thinking that now Radagast must imagine he had the intelligence of a mouse, or perhaps a flea. Radagast ran a hand over his forehead, and then glanced at Endereth and yanked his thumb towards LinGalad. "Ask him what he knows about Fangorn, and then translate it for me, will you?" Endereth smiled at LinGalad, and winked. LinGalad turned gladly back to her, wishing he was a thousand miles away, or the wizard was, or both... He took refuge in Endereth's elvishness, and told her, "All I learned in the council was that there has been a steady sucession of mysterious disappearances and finding of bodies. They have made few plans, aside frmo a few reckless suggestions to burn down the forest. Some liked that idea, and others replied the wood was needed for other uses. They are trying to understand why the trees are attacking, but they do not know. They have asked where the ents have all gone, and many say that they have gone to sleep deep within the forest." "That's it?" Radagast snorted. "I found it rather uninteresting, " LinGalad apologized. "I'll say, " Radagast muttered, and idly turned to Ajada. "Well, Miss Intrigue, what do you think this council needs to set it moving in a constructive direction?" The question was clearly rhetorical, and he resumed absently stroking his beard, and sank into a thoughtful reverie. She glowered at him, and then at each of the others in turn. LinGalad blushed yet again, but Avery nudged him with her elbow, and Endereth winked at him again, and that helped him to relax just a little. [ May 08, 2003: Message edited by: mark12_30 ] __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.