LOCATION

Nosse Andunestelen: Chamber of Healing

The walls of the Chamber of Healing are painted a sweet green, the visages of vines and other plants, including the great mallorns of Lorinand, painted onto its walls. Small baskets including herbs and other healing tools dot the cupboards and shelves that line the walls, and a small infirmanry can be seen in one corner, four beds arranged for those seeking healing. The room is led by a dozen scattered candles and lamps, and a large hearth provides a warm glow and temperature.

Contents:
* Marazon
* Lothwen the Healer

Obvious exits:

* South Door leads to Nosse Andunestelen: Mardi Istya.

The room is quiet, both the sleeping maid and the man sitting cross legged and cross armed on the stool nearby the head of the bed makes no sound. The face of Rysha can be seen from the many blankets that cover her and near watchng blankly the window cut in the thick wall is Marazon. Night fell outside and at least the seaman stands.

The door to the room eases open, and a young face, framed by dark hair, peers round, features creased in a slight frown. The worry changes to surprise as the girl standing in the doorway catches sight of Marazon. "It's getting late," she murmurs to the seaman in a low voice. "How ..." Her words trail off as she nods towards the bed.

"Who ?" Marazon wonders aloud and turns toward the door and halts as he recognizes voice and features. "Ah Gimilphel" he mutters and steps toward her, his height masking now Rysha to the healer eyes. "Better I think, I was here yesterday when she awoke.. She was very lively for a few minutes then collapsed muttering strange words."

Gimilphel shakes her head at this. "Overexertion, maybe?," she queries, still in that same low voice. "You said she was feverish?" She crosses the room to stand by the bedside for a moment, looking down at the sleeping woman. One hand touches Rysha's forehead very gently, but the woman does not rouse from her slumber. "She seems to be sleeping peacefully now," Gimilphel whispers with thinly disguised relief. "I promised Galenrien I would check on her."

"How is she ?" Marazon pauses a second and adds with a grin, following her motions to the sleeping maid, "Galenrien I mean." and he stays silent, dreamlike a few seconds ere speaking again, his head shaking willfully. "Aye she ahs been since she collapsed, she hadnt fever I think.. She was a bit deliring yet."

Gimilphel glances once more towards Rysha, the concern returning. "I - that is, Galenrien's worried about her, still," she confides. "Whether she will be fit to travel... whether she, or even I, will have to stay here another winter." She looks a little nervous at this prospect, then after a silence adds, "Oh, Galenrien's fine - I suppose. Gave me a tongue-lashing this morning when I overslept." The young woman's face reddens visibly at this. "Don't you speak to her any more?" she blurts out in curiosity.

"I didnt since long" a pain struck man replies, his voice faltering and his gaze getting in a blank haze. "I do hope she is fine, if she tongue lashed you... It's not of her to do so. do you know her schedule ?"

Gimilphel shakes her head at this. "I haven't seen her since this morning. She's usually here for part of the day, though - in fact, I'm surprised you haven't seen her." Her green eyes widen, and her brows crease slightly. Suddenly her blush deepens and she stares at the ground - obviously some thought has just struck her.

Marazon bends his head to follow her glance to the ground. "No I didnt see her since weeks now, and yet I come here at least each two days, I felt a bit guilty for Rysha.. Now she is up yet.." his voice trails off and he frowns a second "What did you think about ? You got all flushed.."

Poor Gimilphel turns even redder at being the object of scrutiny. "Nothing," she murmurs quickly. There is a hint of movement from the bed as the sleeper turns her head, and seizing on the excuse, Gimilphel steps forward to inspect Rysha again. The young healer's apprentice carefully adjusts the coverlet slightly before drawing back. "We should leave poor Rysha to sleep in peace," she says quietly, stepping across the room to open the door, head turning back towards Marazon as she waits for him to follow. "Maybe Galenrien doesn't want to see you," she whispers at last, her eyes full of concern.

"This was your thought ?" Marazon asks standing back and heading toward the door, his hand already on the polished knob as he freezes briefly, lashed by her words like by a whip. Sighing, he steps outside and closes the door behind him. "I dont think so, I can believe it, did she say something about ?"

You head out of the Chamber of Healing through the south door.

Nosse Andunestelen: Mardi Istya

The hall here is great and wide, its roof reaching high have, crowned by a large pyramid shaped tower, wherein is located a great bell. High stained glass windows crafted by the greatest glass-wrights potray scenes from the history of Lindon, from the setting of the first stones of Forlond to the great battle of Eregion and the seige of Imladris. One window of note is that portraying a great, foam-sprayed ship, with a high mast and a great white hull. Tall ebony doors, each as high as the great windows lining the hall, lead off to the special offices and rooms of Nosse Andunestelen.

Contents:
* Marazon

Obvious exits:
* North Door leads to Nosse Andunestelen: Chamber of Healing.
* East Door leads to Nosse Andunestelen: Hall of Learning.
* West Door leads to Nosse Andunestelen: Mardi Loteva.

Gimilphel halts her steps, her expression puzzled. "No, nothing," she says at last. "But I /know/ she's been here every day. And she gets cross more often now, has done since winter. I thought it was just because of what happened to poor Rysha ..." The young girl falls silent, looking to Marazon and then away, as if unsure just whether she should be friendly or not. "Why don't you write to her?" she asks at last. "You could leave a note at her quarters. Or - " she pauses briefly - "I could deliver it, if you like."

"I know she is there, I know she is very busy too." Marazon says softly and leans his frame againt the wall, just beside the door he just closed. "She gets cross often... Does.. does it make sense for her to get these sudden burst of anger ?" Marazon asks, trying ot probe the mood of the master healess through her apprentice.

Gimilphel looks non-plussed at this. "Does it make sense?" she echoes. "What human being alive ever makes perfect sense? I know I never understand other people." Indeed, confusion is spreading across her face right now. "Why ask me, anyway? Why not just speak to Galenrien?" Her gaze is curious.

"You see her more than me... This is the reason why I ask you. And" Marazon smiles a wry smile "I dont want to press behind her and wish to let her time to think, I take her anger may be some frustration of her part, it has been many weeks sinc eI last saw her, she was ever busy... I will speak to her soon, thanks you Gimilphel."

Gimilphel manages a small smile, though confusion is still uppermost in her guileless features. She takes a few steps down the hall, stops, turns back ... "Shall I tell Galenrien you were asking for her, then?" she queries Marazon.

"Tell her you saw me.. I will go and see her myself when we can... Alas this business is all ours, thanks your for the proposal Gimilphel, you're a kind lass." the seaman smiles genuinely and steps to her and the stairs.

Gimilphel flushes again, this time with pleasure at the praise rather than embarrassment. "I hope you see each other soon," she says softly, and in her eyes is genuine concern. Looking out of the wide windows at the starlit night sky, she suddenly murmurs, dismayed, "And I am late again. Oh! Goodbye!" And with that she nimbly rushes towards the exit, drawing a few gazes as she does so.

Participants:

MARAZON

Standing well his two rangas is the man before you. He isnt in his teens anymore and still his main features keeps an air of lasting youthHis dark hair is cut medium long, and is often in a mess, still the wind seems to have no hold on the steadiness of the light blue glance of the dunadan. He usually doesnt wear any beard and keep it shaven but at times, in fact often, a black veil covers his chin and cheek. His fair skin is lightly tan at least his face and hands which arent fragile at the first look. Flat cheek bones and a somewhat straight and thin nose marks his face. Despite his height and build, he carries himself with a certain nimbleness and a sure foot.

A shiny shirt of black silk, ample sleeved and broided with red and purple, tin thred of gold, silver and green are embroidered on his chest in branch of Oiolare, the evergreen tree of Numenor only Uinendili sport. Gold buckled leather tighten around his wraist. The shirt hangs very low on his knees and fashion leather boots mounts to mid calf. What is seen of his legs is covered by some tight material of sable. Clasped asymetrically on his right shoulder, a long cape of light red nearly pink, cutting and contrasting with the dark gear he wears underneath.

GIMILPHEL

Before you is a young woman of Numenorean race. Green eyes sparkle in a heart-shaped face, framed by dark hair that is normally tied back in a long braid. Her skin is pale, save for the faint rosy flush of her cheeks, which deepens when she is embarrassed - a state of affairs wont to happen far more often than she would like. She wears a dress of deep blue material, whose soft folds hang loosely about her slender form. The design is plain save for delicate embroidery at neckline and hemline in threads of silvery white, shaped to represent stars. Her earnest expression and wide eyes lend her an air of youthful innocence.