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Despite the fact that ~~while AIM is busted, her mun can still be found on Google Talk~~ Christmas is something mostly new to them, Eilinel is still enjoying it.

She's been behind on presents, but is practically surrounded in small bottles of scent.

Her presents, it seems, are still a work in progress.

As for the hat she's wearing, you can thank Ramon and Random. It does suit her.

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And Elrond is awandering the halls of Milliways. He nods to her as he passes, dressed as he is in traditional Edhel clothes. Having been to two parties last night and this morning, and not needing much sleep, he has been wandering all night.

He settles at the Bar, ordering a glass of a shimmery blue drink.

Hey, look, it's an Elf.

Eilinel knows what those are, at least, and so she smiles thinly at him.

The only one she knows is Luthien, and Namo can look Elven if he really wants to -- nope, this is a new one.

"Afternoon, sir."

Elrond looks up and nods again. His eyes take in the bottles.

"Greetings. Ah, Merry Christmas, if you celebrate the feast."

He gestures to her work.

"May I ask what you make?"

"I do this year. My husband and I died far too long ago to have experienced it ourselves until just now -- but our daughter seems to be loving it, so the same to you."

Her smile broadens, slightly.

"Scents. Aromatherapy, salves and perfumes. The modern word, I believe, is 'herbalist.'"

He smiles ever so slightly.

"A child is a wonder, and from what I ahev seen, even more so on such a day."

He cocks his head curiously.

"Ah, I studied herbs and plants myself, for a very long time, in my homeland. Some things never fade. "

He looks at them with renewed interest.

"What do you use for your scents?"

"Generally, what I am able to find. I work as a gardener, and 'Suti tends to allow me to use the plants in the gardens at will. When flowers wilt, they can be ground to powder as well, and Bar supplies what the Land cannot."

At any other time in any other place, saying the Land could not give would be sacrilege.

Here, it's just a little different.

"You are of the Undying Lands?" Ellie guesses.

He smiles a little.

"Intriguing."

Then he rises and bows to her lightly.

"Elrond, of Rivendell, late of a boat headed West, on Ea. Alive, Yet."

One eyebrow climbs.

"And you?"

"Dorthonion, m'lord. I am named Eilinel, often called the White Lady, though I can claim no actual nobility, simply a name given by friends."

Friends like her husband of course, and Beren and Barahir.

Not to say, of course, that Eilinel is aware Elrond's a descendant of said friends.

He nods respectfully.

"Then you are from before my time. May I ask who was Lord there, when you were there?"

His voice is curious.

"We were oft enough self-sufficient, reliant all on one another and the Land, but ... the one who would correctly be placed as leader, I believe, would be dear Barahir."

His eyes widen ever so slightly and he nods.

"I have heard of him and his time, yes. Did you then know Beren and Luthien?"

Something about her name tingles in his memory, now that he knows her time. He never forgets things, but sometimes he doesnt exactly place them.

"I knew Beren, yes, then -- he served in my husband's company, or, rather, my husband served in his. As for the lady Luthien, I did not meet her until we met here."

Oh, well, Eilinel is helpful.

Apparently.

Sort of.

Elrond blinks. A lot. This is as close as he will get ot showing the massive *SHOCK* he is feeling right now.

"Luthien... is here?"

His voice is hoarse.

"Yes, she watches my daughter sometimes."

Dot dot dot.

Okay, it's caught up to her now.

"... is this problematic?"

"Not problematic... just...she is my ancestor, directly. I did not know she was here."

He looks barely stunned, which normally he wouldnt at all but... this is a bigger surprsie than he normally encounters.

"She's very kind - we didn't get on at all, at first, but we certainly do now."

This ispossibly an understatement -- they hated each other at first.

He nods, and smiels a little.

"Everyone has their own place and personality. It is only natural that not all will get along."

He smiles a little again, this time ruefully.

"I have met a few others from our homeland and have gotten along with about half of them...which reminds me that I have a errand to do, if I see another one."

"There are few I have not come across -- is there someone in particular I may be able to help you find?"

He nods, thoughtfully.

"You might be able to help. I am seeking Gorlim. I have a present for him. Two actually."

He looks at her curiously.

"Oh! Well, that should be easy enough."

Eilinel laughs.

"Seeing as, well, we're married."

His eyes widen as his mind makes the connection finally and he seems to grow slightly more formal.

He nods and pulls out a small package and hands it to her.

"This then, is for him. the second present I need to give personally. It is more of a... statement than anything else."

The package holds a ring. A replica of a ring that Gorlim has a right to bear. The housering of the house he was in long ago.

Eilinel practically glows, grinning.

"He'll get it, I promise. And he should be down soon enough. Playing with the baby, I bet."

He smiles, then, small but genuine smile.

"I did not know he had a child. I thought... but no matter, it is none of my affair. My thanks."

He gestures towards the Bar.

"May I get you something to drink?

"We do - Kelly's a little over three months old, and thank you, but I'm fine."

She holds up a very small bottle, calmly.

"Air freshener?"

he nods, then blinks and looks at the bottle.

"My thanks. Ah, what is the scent you use?"

"That one? Ylang-ylang, I think."

He eyes it and nods.

"Did you mean it as a present? I am afraid I did not bring one for you."

The work in progress part is highly due to his mun catching up on much-needed sleep. But it will be done shortly!!

In the meantime, Gorlim appears for a snuggle, bearing thrie daughter in his arms with her necklace. Which Gorlim thinks is the most brilliant thing ever.

"Merry Christmas, darling," he coos in her ear, and kisses her.

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