((All of this information is taken from the text logs of an actual conversation In-RP, therefore this information is not commonly known among characters who were not present.))
{Deep in the heart of the Old Forest in the Grove of Shadow known commonly as "The Shade Pool" is where this story takes place...}
Zagzeroth A dark yet enchanting voice echoes from the surrounding shadows, "Who dares to trespass upon this Sacred Grove?"
Zagzeroth :The light scrapping of a blade leaving it's scabbard would be heard behind Silathuil and then he would feel a point resting against his lower spine. "I will ask only once more... who are you who dares trespass upon sacred ground?!"
Silathuil flinches from the blade, his hand reaching to his own. "Silathuil, who may be the one holding steel to kin?"
Zagzeroth says, 'One who holds few as kin... Elven child, now explain yourself before Tasarlire {Willow-Song in Quenya} must taste the blood of elves again...'
Silathuil says, 'Let Tasarlire rest, keen master. I may be of the few you speak.'
Zagzeroth raises an eyebrow silently and steps back but does not sheathe his blade, "You may speak... for now."
Silathuil lets his hand fall from the hilt of his own blade but remains watching the water, or what could be seen of it through the haze.
Silathuil says, 'This grove, it speaks tomes of the one who keeps it.'
Zagzeroth looks about, yet keeping focused on the elf as he would do so, "And what do you read from this grove young one...?"
Silathuil says, 'Solitary, hidden from the world, and forgotten by many.'
Zagzeroth nods, "And how does that make you feel lad... is it to your liking or are you like the rest of my so-called kin?"
Silathuil nods softly. "Tranquility far from the madness, and those who find forgiveness too easily in their hearts."
Silathuil says, 'A place to dance and to sing, if its Master would so choose.'
Zagzeroth says, 'When the mood strikes me aye... though I do not count this among those times... what of you then?'
Silathuil says, 'What of me?'
Silathuil settles himself down to a stoop next to the water.
Zagzeroth says, 'Would you choose to join in dances and songs of darkness within my grove?'
Zagzeroth says, 'Or would you try to repel this beautiful darkness like my kindred to the east?
Silathuil says, 'I would, if it weren't for my wearied feet and lack of a place to rest them.'
Silathuil says, 'If the forest has chosen darkness, then let it be.'
Zagzeroth nods, sheathing his blade and moving to stand next to the lad, finally coming into view...
Silathuil takes his eyes from the water for the first time and casts a brief gaze to Zagzeroth.
Zagzeroth would be covered in seemingly spiraling mist, his weapons seeming to gleam even in the dark of the wood... his violet and golden gaze set upon the mists floating above his chosen home...
Silathuil says, 'It has been a long time since I have had a meeting like this one.'
Zagzeroth says, 'Not that unusual... not many follow the path of my lord...'
Silathuil pushes himself to his feet.
Zagzeroth steps back, falling once again into the protective folds of darkness.
Silathuil looks around having lost sight of Zagzeroth, not finding any sign of him he begins his long walk out of the secluded grove... giving one final look into the mists as he departed.
Zagzeroth sits in deep thought for many days after, contemplating this second meeting of elves more akin to himself within this sacred grove...
