Standing upon a ledge, overlooking one of the beautiful scenery of the Alulanta Falls was an elf. His amber hued eyes stared at the glossy lake, wearing the purple cloak of the setting sunlight that bathed often in the waters there. The plant life all around was lush and full of life, and the many falls emptied out into many many pools, some empty but some alive with fish. There were moss covered stones all around that the elf's eyes wandered over. His boots left prints in the grass that vanished shortly when the grass popped back right up as he moved swift and silently from his spot. The elf wore a white cloak with a gold elven rune, shaped like a strange L, over his heart. It stood for his Goddess and he wore it proudly. His name was Ancalë, and he was a Paladin of Life, out for a journey of no particular consequence. The falls made him feel at home, in his element, content. A sword was belted at his left hip under the cloak, whose hood was back, and it bore a runed inscription in black, rather than gold, but they were unreadable from where they were. At the back of his belt, hidden from the world was a long dagger with a recurve blade. It was a peacekeeper of sorts, and Ancalë liked it's use to be a surprise to those who should see it up close.
The Paladin had ridden to this destination, his horse a large dark gray roan named Sûlaha, was wandering around somewhere; Ancalë trusted the horse enough to let him do that from time to time. He only wished that the horse didn't stray too far from his sight, having a very precious spear strapped to his right side, the elf was very keen to keep him in the general vicinity. The horse also carried the supplies while Ancalë was not.

There was little to do in the way of combat in this area. The Falls were generally of the peaceful nature. Ancalë figured it had somthing to do with the beautiful scenery, and the calming sounds that came from every direction. Night was coming and the falls looked good in the moonlight just as they did in the sun, though it was an entirely different beauty. Having just turned one more year alive, his sevenhundred seventyseventh year to be precise, he wanted to celebrate. Ancalë believed that this was the year he was waiting for; he believed seven to be a holy number and his age was commemorated by his Goddess with a blessing. He was learning new skills as well. The Lady of Life even inscribed a rune upon his sword, the same as the one over his heart, that made it more devastating to those of the dark. The elf found what he was looking for; his favorite place in the falls. The altitude was sort of high for the falls, but he was not worried about that. At the top of one of the falls, was a flat rock laid out over the stream. The water ran right under it like a river to a bridge. One could lay upon the rock and touch the water as it fell down into the pond below. As he found his spot, Ancalë lifted his left middle finger and thumb to his lips whistled one high, shrill note.
Folding his arms and tapping his foot, he waited. After about a minute or so, the large gray horse appeared, whinnying his apparent joy of visiting the Falls as he emerged. Ancalë spoke a few brief words in the high tongue before going to the packs. He pulled out a bottle of cherry, Miruvor, cordial of the elves, and a wafer of the waybread Lembas. As he went back to his rock, he patted Sûlaha a few inches above his nose. With his food and drink, the elf sat down, spreading his knees as he looked out over the seemingly endless trees and waterfalls. He took a drink off the bottle and unwrapped the leaf that held the Lembas. Contemplating practicing his arcane arts, Ancalë finally decided against it, and relaxed while the soothing sound of footsteps somewhere a good distance behind him mixed with a snort from his horse and the sounds of the falls.
Footsteps? Ancalë turned his head, his right hand on his sword hilt.
"Hello there. Can I help you with something?" his voice, deeper than it looked like it would've been, sounded out in the night.

Twilight set the sky aflame, crimsons and scarlets mixing with the navy of the night sky as the sunlight left the world. The moon, ready to relieve the sun and take up its place in the sky, hesitated on the horizon, as if wanting to wait for the sun's complete departure to glide into silvery splendor. In the hesitant twilight over the Alulanta Falls, a figure cloaked in white stood, face upturned toward the sky. Two full white wings branched from the cloaked one's back, identifying him as an Angel at first glance. His silver hair hung down to his shoulders, gleaming with the light of the setting sun. A black blindfold covered his eyes for reasons known only to the wearer. Most mysterious of all, though, was the smile upon his face as he looked heavenward, as though something very obvious could be seen through the blindfold. After a few moments of looking to the sky, his lips parted, and he sang out a couple words in a language unknown to mortals that echoed around the surrounding area. Apparently satisfied, he removed his blindfold, revealing piercing, tranclucent blue eyes. The sky was deepening, twinkling with the first stars of the night.

He had spent the better part of the day here, at one of his favorite places in Arda. Even in the daytime, the falls were always so serene and beautiful that the Guardian could never seem to escape the almost ethereal beauty that seemed to swell from the land. Although he had been blindfolded during the day, the sounds of the falls alone were enough to send him deep into thought, and he sat among the trees to contemplate the general state of affairs in Arda. Now, with the moon rising into the sky, he grinned toward it, as if in greeting.

Roleun looked around at the serene landscape, smiling inwardly. The early moonlight, like the touch of softest silk, blanketed the land around him. The sound of the falls was pleasantly soothing, and the moonlight was tossed about on the surface of the water as if in play. Roleun closed his eyes and felt the touch of moonlight on his skin, feeling his connection with the natural order of Arda. As he stood there, silent as the moon, the piercing sound of someone's whistling echoed on the water. Hmm?

An elf was calling a horse, a dark roan packed with most of the Elf's equipment. For a moment, Roleun stood disinterested and looked back at the sky in the deepening twilight. However, a sudden change of heart came upon him, and he started in the Elf's direction. However, upon approaching the elf, a strange wariness came over him. Not many mortals would want to meet with people while they are enjoying their time alone in the woods... I know that I would be wary of a stranger approaching me at night. Instead of continuing his approach, he stopped and looked again to the sky for guidance. As if on cue, the elf's voice rang out into the night, "Hello there. Can I help you with something?"

He has sharp ears. Maybe that's one of the reasons why the Elves are the Lady of Life's favorite race. He thought to himself, before stepping forward. The elf had his back to him, and seemed to be enjoying a meal. I don't want to infringe upon his evening meal... I suppose I could just decline if he offers me anything to eat. Shrugging, he continued to approach the elf, who had turned to face him.

"Um, hello... I apologize for interrupting your meal..." He said, his voice seeming dreamy and distant. "Why are you alone tonight, follower of the Lady of Life?" He said the last words as he looked at the Elf's cloak, which had Her seal over his heart. He doesn't follow the light, so hopefully he will not recognize me... It is dangerous to mingle with mortals in my current state if they might recognize me. He shrugged the thought off and gazed out to the waters, awaiting the elf's answer.

Turning his head back after catching a quick glimpse of the fellow, the Elf grinned softly for no real apparent reason, he just did. Unseen by the elf, the stranger was pale as the moonlight, and his hair just as silver. Ancalë, as the stranger suspected, had no real idea of just whom he was; despite his former worship being of the light, the Elf would recognize only Kieraline herself, as his focus was broad and unspecified in the studies of Light. Even if he had seen the pale stranger, as he waited in the seeming stunned pause for a response, Ancalë simply would have believed the man another strange traveler, as he was himself.
"Um, hello, I apologize for interrupting your meal..." said the stranger in a tone that seemed at once Ethereal and, strangely under the influence, to the Elf. "Why are you alone tonight, follower of the Lady of Life?"
The hand on the hilt stiffened, and then went slack, finally falling from it's furtive resting place.
He didn't yet turn his head back, and ratherm worked his right hand back to his bottle, of which he took a small draw.

Now that was a statement from either a very perceptive individual, or a fellow follower of Life himself. Either way, it was still a strange question, and one Ancalë figured he would answer anyway, but with a bit of his own strangeness in lieu of the situation.
Without ever turning around, he simply shrugged and opened his mouth to speak.
"No interuptions, neighbor, I was just enjoying the moonlit night and decided to have a little food and drink for my relaxing to be complete." After a small pause in which Ancalë set his bottle down, he lifted his right index finger, as if marking something right out of the air. His left hand sought out half of a Lembas wafer.
"That is one sharp mind you have there, however, fellow follower." he announced, taking a stab in the dark. He finally turned his amber-eyed gaze towards the stranger, taking in his full appearence. He blinked a second and broke a piece of Lembas. Without a word, Ancalë tossed the piece of Waybread towards the stranger.
"Come closer, friend, I feel like asking questions if you feel like answering them."

(Sorry for the wait, but it should be gone for a while now.)

"No interuptions, neighbor, I was just enjoying the moonlit night and decided to have a little food and drink for my relaxing to be complete." The elf paused to set his bottle down, then made a gesture with his right index finger while reaching for his food. Hmm... That's a bizarre gesture. I wonder, what does it mean? Roleun wondered absently while the elf continued, "That is one sharp mind you have there, however, fellow follower." Roleun released a small sigh of relief as he examined the shimmering waters. He thinks I am simply a fellow follower. In a way, though... I have been to Her temple, I have learned from Her, I saw many people wearing a crest like the one over his heart.

As he thought to himself and remembered, the Elf looked back at him. Then he broke off a piece of the Waybread that he had been eating and he tossed it to Roleun. Roleun caught it reflexively and looked at it as if confused, one eyebrow silghtly raised as he examined it. "Come closer, friend, I feel like asking questions if you feel like answering them." The elf said amiably. Looking back from the Waybread to the elf as if perplexed, he sat slowly and uncertainly beside the elf, showing a brief but certain glimmer of timidity. I meant to decline if he offered me food... But I can't return it now, else I will seem rude... And he didn't offer the food, anyways. He just gave it to me. So much for that plan, then. Answer questions, though? Might as well; 'tis a fine night, and I have nothing else to do...

After staring down at the piece of food for a moment, he took a small bite, tasting the unique and pleasant flavor. He looked up at the Moon, admiring the calm serenity while he answered, "I must thank you for your hospitality, and of course, I'll answer any question that I am able to. My name is Roleun. If you do not mind me asking, what is yours?" The moon floated higher in the sky steadily, and the stars twinkled as they greeted his eyes.

((Sorry for the crappy post. =/))