Rivendell

[Lady Thealtuwen]

this is an RP that takes place in Rivendell, the elven refuge. You don't need to post any background history, although if you wish to, then you can

Thealtuwen wandered slowly through the sweet smelling garden of Elrond. She swept over towards a trickling pond where a stone bench stood underneath a tree with soft, blooming blossoms. Petals floated gently towards the ground. Thealtuwen sat there, her mind somewhere else, absentmindedly fidling with the flowing sleeve of her skyblue gown. Her sapphire eyes seemed to twinkle in the reflection of the pond. Thealtuwen closed her eyes and began to sing in her content. The sun patterns danced on her fair face as her voice escalated, echoing throughout the elvish town.

Her voice soon died and was replaced with a radiant smile. Little did she know that another presence was in the courtyard.

[Gondor Girl]

Almárëa stood in the garden, underneath a tree, out of sight. She watched the fair Thealtuwen sitting on a bench, gazing nowhere, singing out of joy. Almárëa loved watching anyone who stepped into the garden, seeing how they acted, watching their actions once they entered the beautiful world of Elrond's garden.
Almárëa had been designated the guardian and caretaker of Elrond's garden. He loved the way she treated the plants, and took care of them like they were her own. And yet, she felt like there was something missing from her life. Perhaps it was her quiet nature, and the way she never spoke unless absolutely necessary. But now, it didn't matter. Almárëa was here now, and she was content to simply watch others. She stepped back and turned to go, but just then, her left foot crushed a stick. She ducked down, to quickly grab the stick. She knew that Thealtuwen had been alerted to her presence.
Why is this here? she thought. I never leave these branches on the ground. Then she didn't move, afraid that the visitor would hear her again.

[Lady Thealtuwen]

Thealtuwen's heart jolted at the sound of twig snapping. She immediately stepped to her feet.
"Hello? Who is there?" Thealtuwen said in her warm, musical voice. Gliding towards the source of the sound, she saw another tree. Placing her hand gently on the trunk, she looked it up and down. "Hello?" She repeated, peaking around the slender body of the tree. Her eyes fell upon a small figure hunched over in the shadows.
"Hello?" Thealtuwen repeated yet a third time. She smiled warmly as the figure slowly stood. "I did not know anyone else was present." Thealtuwen said casually. "What might your name be?" Thealtuwen asked softly. The figure made no answer, but stayed where she was. "There is no need to fear me, mellon nin." Thealtuwen said with a laugh that sounded like the tinkling of bells. Thealtuwen held out her hand and gestured for the person in the shadows to come out into the warm sunlight.

[Gondor Girl]

Almárëa paused. She wasn't sure about this. She didn't like to socialize with anyone. Finally she stepped out of the shadows.

"Mae govannen," she said slowly. "Welcome to the gardens of Elrond. I am Almárëa, the guardian and caretaker of this place. I welcome thee."

Then she walked slowly toward the visitor. "I assume that you find all things to be satisfactory?"

[Lady Thealtuwen]

Thealtuwen bowed her head.
"Mae govannen. Today is beautiful and the radiance of the garden only makes me smile. You take good care of Elrond's grounds." Thealtuwen answered. She turned to leave, but she paused and turned towards her new found friend.
"I am going riding into the forest, then there is a small celebration in the forest later this evening. Would you grace me with your company? But if you do not wish to in case of your duties, then that is alright." Thealtuwen said. Her eyes sparkled as she extended the invitation.

[Gondor Girl]

Almárëa sighed. She didn't know what to say. Finally, she nodded her head in agreement.

"I will come. I will not be missed." Then she turned, and exited the gardens. She needed to see if she had any suitable dresses.

[Lady Thealtuwen]

Thealtuwen glanced at Almárëa, who seemed to fuss with the dress she wore.
"You look fine." Thealtuwen said gently touching Almárëa's arm. Almárëa looked up. Thealtuwen drew away her hand. "If you are worried about your gown, you are welcome to borrow one of mine." Thealtuwen said with a smile.
She lightly picked up the hem of her dress as they ascended a high flight of stairs towards one of the many extravagant buildings in Rivendell. Soon they were walking down an open bridge over a flowing river. Somewhere in the forest a bird serenaded another.
Thealtuwen entered an open, sunbathed room. Thealtuwen sighed happily as she surveyed the view of Rivendell. She turned to look at Almárëa to see she had not been lost. Seeing that Almárëa stood in the doorway, surveying the beautiful room, Thealtuwen bent down to unlatch an artistically carved trunk at the foot of her bed. Carefully rummaging through the trunk's contents, she soon pulled out a beautiful, pastel spring green dress.
"Here, you may where this." Thealtuwen said, laying the gown gently on her bed. Almárëa approached her bed and touched the gown. Thealtuwen smiled and turned towards her balchoney, stepping out into the breeze, allowing Almárëa to dress in privacy.

[Gondor Girl]

Almárëa couldn't believe her luck. Thealtuwen had just given her the oppurtunity to wear a beautiful spring green gown. Almárëa had never seen such a gown. It had long flowing sleeves and tiny flowers that graced the neckline.

As she slipped it on, she felt different than usual. She felt beautiful, and as if she could dance forever. She spun around, allowing the dress to flow about her. It was made of the finest softest material she had ever worn. She fingered along the hemlines and smiled. It was certainly the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

She spun once more before exiting. She saw Thealtuwen standing near the doorway, looking as beautiful as ever. She wore a beautiful gown as well, and Almárëa couldn't help but smile. She didn't want to be rude, so she restrained herself from embracing Thealtuwen in gratitude. She simply said, "Thank you for allowing me to wear your gown." Then she followed Thealtuwen down the steps and out of the building.

[Lady Thealtuwen]

Thealtuwen smiled as she caught a glimpse of Almárëa dancing happily in her room. Turning towards the view, turning again towards her room as Almárëa thanked her. Thealtuwen smiled warmly and bowed her head lightly. "It was no problem, mellon nin." She said. Thealtuwen then lead Almárëa down another long flight of stone steps towards the stables.
There, a pure white mare was there awaiting her. The animal whinnied and nodded its head in happiness to see Thealtuwen.
"Calm now, Celenil." She said in a whisper. Turning towards Almárëa, who had once again held back, she searched the stables. Finally she found a dapple grey stallion in his stall. Thealtuwen unlatched the gate and let the young horse prance around the stables for a short while, allowing him to stretch his legs.
"This is Vanaur. He is one of my favorites. He shall serve your purpose." Thealtuwen said, leading fiery stallion towards Almárëa. Almárëa stretched out a hand and touched the velvety nose of Vanaur. The stallion closed his eyes in content. "I see he already has a liking to you." Thealtuwen said with a laugh.
Returning to Celenil's stall, she unlatched her gate and then mounted Celenil's back.
"Come. Follow me." Thealtuwen said serenly as she cantered out of the stables towards the bridge that lead away from Rivendell.

I kind of used the same name of her horse as the one in the RP of Pelennor Fields, but oh well

[Gondor Girl]

Almárëa sat on top of Vanaur, preparing for the first ride of her life. She had never ridden on a horse before, but she would not tell Thealtuwen that. She simply calmed Vanaur down with a few words, placed her hands on his neck, and bid him go forward. She hoped that Thealtuwen wouldn't notice that she knew naught of what she was doing. She simply followed Thealtuwen down the pathway.

[Lady Thealtuwen]

Thealtuwen sat high on Celenil's back and slowed her canter to a walk. Turning, she saw Almárëa, biting her lip and trying to catch up. She was a little wobbly. Thealtuwen suppressed a small laugh, thinking it would be rude.
"Are you having trouble, mellon nin?" Thealtuwen asked with a smile. Almárëa looked up a shook her head 'no'. Thealtuwen thought it quite strange that an elf had never learned to ride a horse, but nonetheless Thealtuwen knew she had to teach her.
Turning Celenil round, she headed towards Vanaur.
"Here. Place one hand on his mane, and on on his neck. Keep your head high and your back straight. Control his speed with your voice commands, make sure to keep them gentle and feet control. The faster the speed, the more you lean forward." Thealtuwen explained, adjusting Almárëa's posture and placement of her hands.
"If you are steady and calm, Vanaur will respond to that and mimick your feelings. Come. I shall ride beside you at a walk." Thealtuwen said, continuing on their way.