A Celebration of Apples

[starrydome]

The sun has disappeared and the sky is slowly fading into starlit night. And as the darkness grows and the chill of the air deepens, the lamps and fires are lit within the House of Elrond and there is a coming and a going from the kitchens to the great hall. The tables are set, the food is prepared, and everywhere there is an abundance of apples.

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[ikissdhimbck]

Having washed up and put her hair back in order, Kate stands at one grand fenestration looking out upon the river. There is undeniable color in her cheeks, both from joy and the crisp air that kissed her cheeks while on horseback. This world is beautiful. No, it's more than that - it's stunning. Magical.

She has managed to keep dirt off her fine dress, at least. For a Texas homegirl that's a harder feat than many might imagine. She'll be presentable at dinner, golden hair done up fine and eyes bright with happiness. She feels she could spend months exploring this Imladris without tiring.

But for now, the scent of rich foods is on the air, the sound of hustle and bustle hinting at an entertaining night. And with her a tourist, it's sure to be an entertaining night for the people of Imladris if nothing else.

[starrydome]

There is a soft knock at her door.

Outside, she will find one of the twin Sons of Elrond. He will not expect her to recognize him, but he was the one smiling at her earlier that day.

His dress is, although made from exquisite fabrics, simple in line and style, its colours austere grey and dark blue. It heightens the brightness of his gaze - and that in turn is mirrored by a small jewel tied to his brow.

Apart from this his hair hangs loose, longer even than his father's and just as dark.The family resemblance is very strong and yet there is something different about him compared to Elrond. For the Sons of Elrond are neither Men nor Elves, not untill they make their choice. They are beings wholly unique onto themselves.

[ikissdhimbck]

She does recognize him, though she cannot remember which name to with which to address him. No, neither is she certain he speaks her tongue.

"Suilanyel."

She wishes she had a more appropriate greeting to offer given the declining hour, but hopefully he can excuse her lack of knowledge. She curtsies deeply, and smiles brightly.

"Can you speak my language?"

[starrydome]

He smiles and bows his head in greeting before answering her, "Yes, I do speak your tongue, lady. My name is Elrohir, and my father bade me fetch you as the time for dining draws nigh and he would not have you lost in the vast hallways of Imladris."

His voice is pleasant and his words are picked carefully, not out of unsurety but rather from a desire to say exactly what is needed, no more and no less.

He offers her his arm.