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Post by Imrel on May 11, 2002 22:56:23 GMT
this place is peaceful, but one has the feeling of constant movement and thought. it is cool and shaded, but sunbeams dapple through the canopy. the earth is firm and easy on a weary traveler's feet, and a breeze lingers on the air, refreshingly cool, or stiflingly mild.
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Post by Jared on May 12, 2002 3:02:33 GMT
(I probably have to ask if I'm allowed to step on the grass here without killing it all. So, am I?)
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Post by Imrel on May 12, 2002 16:46:41 GMT
(go right ahead... it's mostly earth anyway.)
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Post by Arwen on May 12, 2002 17:50:02 GMT
ooc- nice description Firebird.  I really like the fact that you wrote it in green! |
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It's time we had a chat about the birds and the bees
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Post by Rad on May 12, 2002 19:23:51 GMT
mmm... green....
there are some who say that the elves have lost the poet's tongue. Nay say I for it is simply not true!
ooc: I like it too!
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Post by Imrel on May 14, 2002 2:02:42 GMT
(thankee kindly...)
*wanders along the edge of the woods on a mild spring (is it still spring?) day, free of her usual heavy cloak and clumpy boots. stifles a yawn and progresses into the trees through a barely defined path.*
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Post by Arwen on May 14, 2002 6:56:31 GMT
It was spring in Rivendell. But I guess it is here as well. *Dances barefoot through the trees, her hair, dark as the shadows of twilight, lifted by the gentle breeze. She begins to sing an enchanting song.* |
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Post by Jared on May 14, 2002 9:00:10 GMT
(Nice description. Green rules. ;D)
*Flops down on the grass.*
Nice song, Luthien.
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Post by Imrel on May 14, 2002 21:38:39 GMT
*is vaguely aware of voices drifting through from the outskirts about, but currently pays them no heed and swings herself onto the branch of a spindly tree. edges up the limb and makes her way up, the protruding branches acting very like a spiral staircase.*
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Post by Farisamii on May 24, 2002 6:11:07 GMT
A large, red maple tree stands proudly next to a flowing stream. Spring has caused it's leaves to turn a brilliant crimson, seed pods twirl to the ground like faerie helicopters. Upon hearing a voice, singing in the forest, the bark of the maple begins to move. The upper part of the smooth, gray trunk slightly contorts into a feminine face, which smiles.
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Post by Arwen on May 24, 2002 7:37:16 GMT
*Smiles back at the maple tree, fascinated by it's brilliant colour. Picks up a handful of seed pods and throws them into the air. Her hair flys out behind her as she whirls, barefoot beneath the tree, whilst the spinning pods descend around her. The sound of laughter fills the air.*
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Post by Imrel on May 24, 2002 20:50:05 GMT
*reaches the topmost branches and leans out, holding the branches with both hands for support, and letting the wind trail her hair. yawns blissfully, then pulls herself back in and edges down a little to perch atop a sturdy cleft. can see someone through the shaded greenery, and hears a familiar laugh.* luthien?
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Post by Farisamii on May 24, 2002 23:21:04 GMT
[ The face laughs along with the twirling elf. She remembers the days when Elven children once played under her shade as Luthien was.]
What is your name, Fair-one?
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Post by Arwen on May 25, 2002 7:51:52 GMT
*Looks up into the sunlit branches of the tree*
Luthien Tinuviel, and what is your name?
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Post by Farisamii on May 25, 2002 18:04:12 GMT
I am Farisamii of the Acerae. Or simply, Faris.
[ A gentle breeze causes her branches to sway, for seed pods tumble down to the ground.]
What brings you to Entwood from Rivendell? We have not had many visitors in ages...
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I really like the fact that you wrote it in green!