Analdin steps up from between the inns and stables, cool autumn wind blowing light strands of hair into his face. Without his helm resting gently on his head, he looks not much different from the younger guards who are on watch at the Gates. With one hand holding tight to a scroll, he strides quickly toward the gateshouse.

Sanos hard at work and keeping a fresh look out of his eyes he can precieve Analdin coming near. Standing straight and turning to Analdin, Sanos gives a proud salute and keeps an eye on Analdin. Quickly afterwards he continues his guard.

Analdin nods absently at Sanos's salute, walking past him a few paces, his black cloak, the only recognition of the cold that can be seen on him, billowing out behind as he walks past quickly. However, after having gone by the watching guard, the lieutenant turns and steps back to stand before the man only a few steps away, "Good morn, Sanos," he says quietly, "How goes the watch this morning?"

Sanos nods with a shiver "Well Sir, around 3 A.M. the winds changed and a chill wind came in off the Anduin. Other than the dank weather my watch has been going fine and I can truley say I am getting used to the hours." he trails off with a chill but stern voice.

Analdin, with a slow nod, looks up at the overcast sky. What little sunlight shone through the clouds was lost in the black folds of his uniform and cloak. "Of that I am glad, Sanos. However..." sorting out one of the papers from the rolled up stack he carries, he reads it over, "Aye, as I expected," he mutters to himsef. Looking back up at Sanos, he shrugs, the smallest hint of a smile playing at the back of his sea dark eyes, "Your duty has been changed, effective tommorow, to the evening watch."

Sanos eyes the parchment in Analdin's hands and replies with a lightened voice "Well that proves well, Sir. I was almost getting used to this but an evening shift will do as well." His lasts words flirting with the traces of a grin.

Malahir approaches the gatehouse, his hands lost inside his closed black cloak. He walks toward the gatehouse slowly, casually craning his neck skyward. He walks upon the Lieutenant and the guardsmen Sanos. Halting before them, smiling, "Nice day, don't you think?", saluting to Analdin briskly

Analdin allows a small smile to touch his lips, a rather humorless one, but the spark of humor that resides always in his eyes adds a bit more to it. "Glad you approve of it." As Malahir approaches, he half-turns and nods in greeting to him. A sigh, light to the point of perhaps being a simple letting out of air, escapes him, "Malahir, if you tink today is nice, I believe I shall definitly have to find some more work for you to get done."

Sanos shapes his form and acknowledges Malahir with a friendly nod "Well, if cloudy weather is what you consider nice than I guess you could say that." A small smiles taps his face "I have got my shift changed Malahir. When will you be serving yours?"

Malahir bows to Analdin, returning a rhye smile, "Aye sir, I seem to be plain bored with myself lately. It's a shame you have nothing for me to do" Half turning to Sanos, he just smiles, "That's an intersting question Sanos. I haven't been on guard duty for months."

Sanos quaintly laughs at Malahir "Wow, months eh? Well that is odd, you'll have to explain to me some time." He adds with small grin. Turning back to Analdin he replies "Evening eh? Should I check the Guard posts, Sir, for my hours?"

Boromir steps out through the gates and towards the men talking off to the side.

Analdin nods again to Sanos, a the smile on his face increasing somewhat in humor at the guard's comment. "In that case, Malahir, I believe I shall have to find you something. In fact..." trailing off, he seperates a few papers from the roll, and hands them to Malahir, "If you could take care of these for me?"

From Overpass above the Gate, Kierdan stands in his usual place on the overpass above the main gate, gazing steadily forward towards the horizon with his shield held directly over his chest.

Sanos notices a valliant man come up from off the road. Such a man this is Sanos recognizes him as Prince Boromir. Turning quickly and shaping his form, Sanos gives a valliant salute and remains still in his stance not speaking a word.

Malahir reaches out and grabs hold of the tanned papers. Just then, his peripheral vision warns him that Sanos just saluted. Malahir half turns to stand face to face with Prince Boromir! He awkwardly salutes with papers in hand, and a ashen look on his face.

You paged Sanos with 'Yeah... that's when you start smiling at Indara. ;)'.

Boromir reaches the men and smiling brings his own hand up to answer the salute of the Men-at-arms, "As you were men. I did not mean to interrupt you all. I will wait my turn to speak when Lt Analdin has completed his orders."

Analdin raises an eyebrow at Sanos's quick turn, and slowly takes a few steps around as well, so as to see where the younger man's salute is directed. Upon the approach of the captain-general, Analdin quickly yet clamly snaps to attention, bringing his arm up in salute. "I was pretty much finished, sir," he says quietly, returning his normal, almost relaxed stance, "And good morn."

Long distance to Sanos: Analdin laughs, "Never mind...":)

Sanos drops his arm but not quite at the moment. Such an awe comes over Sanos's face as he stands bewildered then in the recognition of Boromir's words Sanos drops his arms. Not saying a thing at first he relaxes a bit then nods and replies "Yes, Analdin is finished with us Your Honor. He was distributing our new watch times, Sir.

Boromir leans against the side of the wall, relaxed. "Very well then, since you are finished I had come down here to ask the gate wardens how they had found the Rohirrim? Even amoung the best of friends there can be troubles....have there been any brawls at the inns? Or any problems involving different customs?"

The smile quickly disapearing from his face only to be replaced with a brighter twinkle in his dark blue eyes, Analdin says, "Other than a few disagreements we had upon their arrival over some very different customs, nothing major has broken out. At least," he adds, with a questioning glance to Sanos and Malahir, "Nothing that I am aware of."

Malahir fumbles with the papers in hand, almost letting one get caught in a brisk gust of cool morning air. He attempts to relax by leaning on the wall as well, but appearing less comfortable with the stance. His pale face redden now, and with a meek voice he adds after the Luietenant, "I've been at the inn, and they are good fellows. I've seen nothing ill to report."

Sanos nods back to Analdin with a gleam of guilt in his eyes "Well, Sir, just besides the placement of their steeds, I have not noticed any thing out of the ordanary."

Boromir nods as both the men make their reports, "Very well. That is good to hear. These Rohir are fine men but I have heard and seen evidence in their own capital that they do not mind a good natured brawl at the inns." Smileing now he looks the men over before saying, "Are you men ready for the tourniment?"

Malahir wrinkles his nose at Sanos's mentioning of the horse incident, "Oh yes, That was something else. But easily resolved and cleaned up", smiling broadly at the hand he had in the sanitation of the courtyard.

Analdin stays a bit away from the wall, his hand not holding the remainder of the papers coming up to cover his mouth as he coughs quietly, "The placement of their horses was a slight problem..." trailing off, the twinkle dancing in his eyes, Analdin adds quietly, "As for the tourniment, I believe we are quite ready to leave when needs be... there are a few, however," with that he glances up apparently at the overcast sky, but his gaze turns also to the overpass, "That wish to remain behind while the rest of my company goes."

Boromir frowns, "There are some who do not wish to go? I can not understand that but if you deem their reasons good enough then I imagine you can simply replace those men with men from other companies who will be eager to go I'd imagine."

Analdin nods, a far away look entering his face for a few moments as he considers this, "Yes, sir, I suppose you are right..." The sun breaks through the clouds for a moment, long enough for him to raise a hand to shield his eyes from the glare, and casting short shadows along the area outside the rising gates.

Boromir thinks for a moment, "How many men are you talking about? One of the highlights of the tourniment will be the Grand Melee.....we will need a goodly amount of men on both sides."

Malahir enters the conversation, after a long period of silence, by side stepping closer to the two officers. "Sirs, may I ask a question about the tourniment?"

A bright smile flashing over his face at the mention of a grand melee, Analdin pauses for a second, "Only two or three, I believe. Not any large number that cannot be found replacememnts for. At least," he smiles again, "most of the men are quite excited about it." Stopping shortly there, he lapses into silence, nodding to Malahir as he speaks up.

Boromir smiles, "Certainly my friend, certainly. What's your question?

Malahir meek voice changes tone several times as he stirs up enough courage to ask the captain general, "Have you any word of the Rohan councilant. I wish to know if a certain Rohan will be showing"

Boromir looks to Analdin, "Have you a list of them somewhere? I spoke to a few Rohir the other day but must confess I did not know them before. WHo were you looking for Malahir?"

Analdin edges back a bit as Malahir asks his question, and at Boromir's reply, he nods slightly and begins ruffling through the small roll of papers in his hand. After a moment of silent searching, he looks up with a shrug, "Somewhere, sir, but not with me at the moment."

Malahir looks down at his lepel, absent mindedly reaching for the silver brooch there. Without raising his head, he mutters a name, his name is Kylier. Son of the Lord of Donlostir."

Boromir starts visably at Malahir's words, "Aye...I know Kylier well. He is not here as far as I am aware. But now I must ask why you seek him for in my dealings with him he is an honorable man...."

Analdin glances up sharply at the mention of Kylier, and shakes his head slowly. As Boromir trails off, he speaks up quietly, "No, he is not here. Though I, as well, have been looking for him." The twinkle behind his eyes dampens somewhat.

Malahir shakes off his reverie and stares into the eyes of the revered captain-general, "It is of little importance. I befriended him on my first tour of duty in the guard. I was just wondering if I'd get a chance to see him."

Analdin takes a few more steps back, and waits patiently for a break in the smooth flow of conversation. "Forgive me for departing so quickly," he says, his quiet voice rising easily above the din of the crowd at the gates, "but there is some buisness I must attend to." With a short, soldierly bow to Boromir and a friendly nod to Malahir, Analdin turns and steps off toward the Gates.

Boromir frowns slightly...as if not believeing what he is being told. But he says nothing, meerly nods and says, "Very well then.....Analdin if you'd provide me with a list of those men who do not wish to go I will see what can be done."

At the sound of a voice behind him, Analdin turns and nods at Boromir's request, then continues his way inside the gates.