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[a_lioness]

*Alanna is in the paddock, riding Mithros bareback. Humming softly, she puts him through his paces; the dull, rhythmic sound of his hooves striking wet grass is remarkably soothing. The cool breeze is enough to warrant a sweater, and she occasionally gives Mithros his head long enough to tug the sleeves over her chilled fingers

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[elrond_healer]

Elrond watches, almost smiling, from a distance. He settled and took care of a number of horses back at Rivendell, holding them for need's use.

His eyes admire the horse and the way Alanna sits him, nodding, glad that the skill of riding is present here as well. He wears casual clothes today, but still distinctly Elven in make and design. His circlet is on his brow and sword at his hip, while Vilya glows softly on his hand.

[a_lioness]

*With a soft clucking sound, Alanna nudges Mithros into a canter, then a full gallop, turning her face into the wind. Grasping the reins with one hand, she steers him with her legs and draws her sword from the sheath strapped to her back, neatly slicing off a tree branch as they ride underneath. She pulls up with a smile, letting go of some of the tension in her shoulders. Whacking off a tree limb makes her think fondly of Meg.

She pats Mithros neck and lifts her head, scanning the lake front. Noticing the man a fair distance away, she watches him for a moment before lifting her hand in a tentative hello.*

[elrond_healer]

Elrond watches with his not!smile and nods, seeing her skill. he has seen better, but he has also seen far worse. Her skill does her and her teachers proud.

When she raises her hand, he folds his in front of him and gives her a slight bow, and that not!smile.

[a_lioness]

*Irrevocably curious now, she rides over and nods her head, studying him from beneath lowered lashes.*

Good morning, sir. Enjoying the fresh air?

[elrond_healer]

He nods to her. When he speaks, his voice sounds cultured and somehow... graceful, with an odd, but slight accent.

"I am enjoying this place in it's entire."

He glances at her horse, his not!smile appearing again.

"That is a very nice horse you have, and you sit him well."

There is approval in his voice.

[a_lioness]

It is easy to enjoy. Usually. *A shadow crosses her face, and she sighs.* Thank you. He was my King's horse, originally - a war horse bred for battle. As for me? *She smiles.* It seems I was born in the saddle. Do you ride?

[elrond_healer]

He sees her sigh and raises one eyebrow but it is not his place to inquire.

he looks admiringly at the horse. Nods.

"He is of fine stock, as much can be told from seeing him. And your words deny your skill, such only comes from acenteredness of being."

He nods.

"I do. I enjoyed riding the limits of Rivendell. It was an interesting track."

His not!smile is back.

[a_lioness]

*She laughs, eyes dropping curiously to his sword.*

Also years of training, perhaps. I am a knight.

Rivendell. What a lovely name. Where is it?

[elrond_healer]

His mouth quirks in an almost grin.

"It is in the world called Ea, or Middle Earth by the race of Man. I am, or was it's Keeper, Elrond Peredhel."

His voice is quiet, but pride lines it.

[a_lioness]

*She tilts her head and dismounts easily.*

A King, then?

[elrond_healer]

He shakes his head.

"Not as such. Viceroy of my people, and keeper of the City of Rivendell, and several othwer titles which are important only to history now. Mostly I was a keeper and gatherer of knowledge and defender of the city."

he glances at the horse and nods, that not!smile, there again as he notes it's condition.

"You take good care of him."

[a_lioness]

I see. Was? What happened? *She shakes her head.*

Forgive my rudeness. I am Sir Alanna of Trebond, King's Champion and co-head of security here. We had rather a nasty shock yesterday, so I fear we are all a bit preoccupied.

*She bows, turning to look at Mithros as she straightens.*

Aye, I do try. Susan is the true miracle worker. He is a bit spoiled, truth be told. He is named after our sun god, the god of war and mage craft. I think he feels it is his right.

[elrond_healer]

"The time of my people upon Middle earth ended and so I boarded a ship unto the West. I was on it but a week when I walked through a door on my way to battle practice, and ended up here."

He nods his head to her.

"Well-met, Sir Alanna of Trebond."

He raises one eyebrow.

"I am sorry to hear of something upsetting the way of things."

He watches her as she looks to the horse and straightens. Pride is a good thing, mostly.

"Indeed? Then i am sure it is a noble name."

[a_lioness]

*She nods.* Such is the way the bar works. I fell off Moonlight and found myself here.

A friend was murdered. There, in the greenhouse. *She points, but does not turn to look herself. His last comment makes her smile.* Noble, yes. Also a bit presumptuous, but he wears it well. Are there others from your world here?

[elrond_healer]

He nods, his face expressionless. he has grown used to the ways of Men needing to talk of Those Who Went Before. He listens quietly.

He quirks an eyebrow at her. He doesnt know as she still hasnt told him the actual name.

"A few. Both good and bad, and strange."

His eyrbows bnoth draw close at this, though his expression chancges not at all othewise.

[a_lioness]

We have that in common then, for that is how I would describe the people here from Tortall. I do not think I've heard talk of your land before. *She sighs.* Did you know Meg?