*Fully suited up, Quiver and Bow, he opens his journal to a fresh page and begins to write*
Permission asked, and given, My student, my friend, Malliel is to marry my closest friend of all Andarne. We attended the gathering of Elves at Imladris not Yesterday and t'was incredibly enjoyable. Andarne.. and his harp, as I danced with Malliel.
*He laughs softly*
Dancing.. one of the few 'arts' of creativity I yet enjoy, besides writing, although my choice of which to wrtite contains largely that of information or reports. The movement of elegant feet, the spinning of bodies and the gentle touch of hands as such a silent yet beautiful occourance falls into place. Simply gliding around the floor, inter-twining with other dancers about the hall. Such majestic movements, gripping to all that enjoy to do so.
*Smiles and dips the quill*
And to dance with such an elegant Maiden, a lady of beauty and radiance. A lady who shines in yet the darkest times. It is but luck, that one so kind and gentle would perform such a beautiful art of dance with one such as I. Asking was tricky, but I made my move and asked, she needed to be taught and shown how to, but t'was an honour to do such. For such a short moment, in the moments I danced around, I forgot everything, who, more so -what- I am. But the serenity of such an act is welcoming, and I shall not hesitate to do so again. Perhaps upon my return, I shall ask the fine lady's name. For I gave mine, but had not the time to ask for hers.
*Smiles softly and then again as he returns to his normal topic*
Tis time I left. My duties shall take me to Eregion, and what news I can bring from yonder. And it is a long trip, therefore I shall be gone some time. Tis now time I do what I do best, and be careful doing it, as Malliel made me promise. But I do not fear what I may find or may be involved in, throughout my time there.. But whether I shall ever find purpose other than a Scout, again. But I do not worry, beacuse at times - yes, I am lonely as a Footman, yet deep down, its a part of me, and I would not have life any other way.
Tinuvinl Lemnemir
*Sighs softly as he signs the page and closes the book, slipping it back on the shelf in The Malledhrim Headquarters and slips up his hood, stepping out of the door. He vaults into Suldal's Saddle and nudges her on*
