The flickering light from the fire lights the room with warmth, warming all those who enter. An elleth sits near the fire on the floor, an almost empty glass of wine next to her hand. She stares into the fire, her hair seeming to be one with it from the reflection of it.

Mordhrin walks up to the sitting elleth, gripping the side of the chair. He leans over the top and whisper," I've got soemthing for you."

Galuial opens the door with a loud creak, lips drowing into a smile he says, "Mae govannen Ilwinterhofal and Mordhrin," sitting on the floor next to her he says, "So whatcha doing here?" waiting for an answer Galuial scans the room with a cold cobalt gaze.

Ilwin looks up at Mordhrin and smiles, then turns at Galuial's sudden arrival. "I was waiting for Mordhrin, but I will wait no more."

Entering the room, Nuinwathion stops at the door waiting to be invited in. He's a new face around and heard of the warm way the Elves form Imladris usually welcome people.

Mordhrin leans over and gives her a quick kiss. While kissing her he slips something metal into her hand, closing her finger over it.

Noticing the newcomer the most Galuial gives to people he just met is a curt nod and that is what this edhil got. Turing is attention back to Ilwin Galuial has a pretty good idea on what it is but he speaks not awaiting to see what Ilwin does. But before that Galuial's cold cobalt eyes move to the newcomes a faint smile crosses his feature before he says , "Are you going to stand in the dorr all night and chance getting hit by it?" turning his gaze back to Ilwin galuial waits.

Perceiving a smile not so warm as he expected, listens to Galuial words and enters a bit too respectful, for the merriment in the room doesn't ask for so much ceremony. He smiles, widely, back to Galuial and walks towards him and sits a few yards away from the heath, beeing able to face most of the ones present.

Opening her hand the rest of the way, Ilwin looks closely at the necklace in her hand. Noticing the writing on it, she holds it closer to the fire, reading what it says to herself softly. "My heart given to thee, for eternity, love never ending, even in the depths of time," As she reads, tears come to her eyes, though she smiles broadly.

" I bet you a wondering where i get that? I had a friend commision it while I was in the infirmary,..uh," he stops, slightly discomforted..." just in case I did't survive."

"Oh, Mordhin, it's wonderful, thank you so much," Ilwin smiles, and clambers up off the floor, wrapping Mordhrin in a hug. "How could you not survive?" she asks him softly. "With the care Galuial and I were giving, there was only the slightest chance you wouldn't."

Looking rather confused, though touched by the scene, Nuinwathion looks at Ilwinterhofal and opens a broad smile. He then turns to Mordhrin and asks "Die?"

Mordhrin turns to Nuinwathion and says," Yes I was attack by an orc and trampled by a horese. There was a possibility of my death."

Cobalt eyes refocus after galuial had a nice trip down memory lane galuial sheds a slivery tear for some one he misses incredibly. Before his eyes orcs and with blades that cut through his armor slashing the skin savagly. But this person she healed him and now she is gone to where he doesnt know. Then comming back to reality Galuial nods and says, "For some reason Mordhrin belived the healers of Imladris would allow his death." emotionless he contiues. "If it were that serious, we would have called one of the 3 Lords or the Lady Evenstar" Galuial speaks with much revrence to the Lords and ladys of the house just as everyone else.

Mordhrin turns to Galuial," The healers cannot heal everything, nor everyone. There was a chance, if you admit it or not."

"Mordhrin," Ilwin protests. "Please, let us not argue, you are healed, and will not die anytime soon if I have anything at all to say about it."

A snort comes from Galuial but he bears a smile and he says, "Well, healers with the skill of the 4 I just mentioned can healer anything but sorrow and Middle-Earth weariness." As Galuial's smile broadens he says, "We'll keep you alive for the rest of enternity well unless you want to do battle then well the healers can't promise you that," Galuial lstands up and walks to the servicce cart and poors a goblet of wine, returning back to his spot galuial drinks the red wine he likes so much as white is just weak in his mind.

"Will you excuse me, lady... gentlemen..." Nuinwathion says as he stands up. His look is of a rather confused person, like lost in the place where he is. "I'm going to take a walk, since the night seems to be really pleasant." And walks out of the door.

Ilwin smiles, and pulls her hair to one side, clasping the necklace in place. When finished, she shakes her head, the beads in her hair tinkling together, making soft music. She bends over and picks up her glass of wine from the floor, then walks to the cart to fill it up again. Taking a sip, she smiles, and sits on one of the larger chairs near the fire.

Galuial drinks his wine in silence as he doesnt have anything to do. Thinking back on the last time he say the special person they seemed happy he has no idea why the person left. Muttering clues to himself he cant seem to piece where the person went. letting out a frustrated sigh Galuail flops back into the chair in surrender.

Mordhrin smiles, pulling Ilwin's hair out of the way and to the side. He looks at the necklace, glimming in the cold light around her throat, its metal standing out against her pale skin. " It looks beautiful on you Ilwin. Wear around your neck while you have love for me. I pray you need never take it off."

"I will never take it off, not even in death, for then, my love will still go on," Ilwin replies softly. Leaning forward, she steals a kiss, blushing from Mordhrin's compliment. Whispering something in his ear, she smiles, glancing at Galuial in his chair. Looking again at Mordhrin, she looks into his eyes, telling him what her heart holds with her eyes.

Galuial straitens like a board a frown appears on his face. Standing up he looks at the two on the couch thingy...Speaking fast he says, "Sorry I must leave to check on the infirmary as there are no healers here it is the Nethrodurs that do it. Dont worry Ilwin I'll take your shift," with that Galuial all but sprints out of the Hall of Fire.

Baraceleb brushes by Galuial as he enters the hall aof fire, his head turns to look at Gal and back to see who is in the room. seeing two elves at the fire he heads to that end of the hall. " Ai mellon " He pronounces to them and takes the chair gal recently left from "I hope im not bothering you two" I could use some warmth after spending so long in the winter cold".

Ilwin yells a thanks to Galuial as he sprints out the door, still absorbing what he said. Spotting the entering edhel, she smiles a greeting to him. "No, it is fine, we're only talking." She exchanges a grin with Mordhrin, remembering their earlier adventure. "Yes, this is a wonderful place to warm up after being in the cold."

" Your love will still go on even in death? That is a very binding statement my dear. But do not worry, I do not plan on dying anytime soon, if at all. " He steals a kiss also, not caring who is in the room, grinning happily at the words she has spoken to him, and the love promised him, an eternity of it.

Baraceleb skrims abit at the openess but soon concentrates on the fire a quiet "mumble" passes barely from his lips.

Ilwin, blushing with warmth and happiness takes another sip of her wine, after swirling it in the glass a few times. "I told you you will not die if I have anything to do with it, and I meant it," she says.

Mordhrin pulls Ilwinterhofal closer to him, leaning close to her head. As he sneaks a kiss he whisper," Let us leave and go somewhere... more private, I have something else to give you.

Baraceleb skrims more when overhearing the whisper "maybe Ishould just let you two be alone I can leave"

Ilwin nods, and slips her hand into Mordhrin's, standing and moving towards the door. "Namarie mellon, I wish you well in getting warm!" she calls to the edhel by the fire.

Mordhrin takes Ilwin's hand in his own, but he is so caught up in his thoughts he does not say goodbye to the other edhel in the room.