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TOWN MEETING
Celebrian entered the hall, eyes wide, actually surprised to see how many people actually turned out. She took a seat near the rear of the building.
Lothiriel is seated towards the front, arms crossed and green eyes set intently on the floor. Go her.
Faramir, meanwhile, is leaning on a pole towards the back with his arms crossed. Why'd he come, again...? There had to have been a good reason.
Pippin had stationed himself near the front as well, mostly due to his height. He was looking with a modicum of curiosity at the faces around him, but saying nothing.
The tapping of Rieka's staff could be heard as she neared the hall
Finduilas remained in her seat, watching all those who entered around her, occasionally scooting to make room for others.
She entered the hall, taking a moment to look around
Lothiriel spotted Finduilas in the crowds, and so stood and made her way over to her. Once seated in the chair beside her aunt, the once-queen of the Riddermark seemed much better settled.
Rieka moved to the far side of the room and took aa seat.
Nimloth entered the hall and remained standing in the back, by the door. She definitely preferred the solitude of a forest to crowds.
"Quite a crowd," Finduilas tilted her head a bit, "I don't think I realized there were so many people in the city."
"Yes," she nodded, looking around. "...So many people seem to be concerned about the city. It is wonderful."
After feeling enough people had been present, Celebrian decided someone might as well get this thing running. She slowly, and carefully, made her way to the front of the room.
Rieka's gaze followed Celebrian. "So we are starting?" she said, half to herself.
She looked back to Rieka, with a smile and a nod. "Join me at the front? I may nee dyour help."
Rieka nodded, taking up her staff and following Celebrian. "I'll be glad to help."
Pippin smiled a little as he saw Celebrian making her way past his seat. He recognized her from his first day in the city, and was glad that it seemed to be her who was running the show- or, at least, starting it.
Faramir seemed to take more interest in the meeting, now that somebody was starting all of it. A small smile crossed his lips as he realized that it was Arwen's mother.
She gave a slight sigh of relief, glad she wouldn't have to do this alone, seeing as her husband and son decided to take a trip or what not.
"Well, how do we want to do this?" Rieka said quietly
Findulas smiled a bit, more than happy to see the women take up such a task.
Celebrian shrugged. "I'd imagine not by being shy?"
Rieka nodded and tapped her staff on the floor loudly
Lothiriel looked up from twiddling her thumbs, a bit of expectancy in her eyes.
Faramir moved his eyes to the two women, sighing slightly. Well, it begins.
Nimloth looked around in search of familiar faces -- not that she knew many people in the city, but maybe there were some from before whom she had not met yet. No such luck. She approached a mortal man who was watching the front.
"Go ahead," Rieka said as the room began to quiet.
"What exactly will be discussed here?" she asked
Celebrian blinked a bit, watching everyone's eyes move up. "Well," she chuckled, "Welcome, everyone. I'm glad to see so many of you join us this afternoon."
She raised an eyebrow, "Well, the future of our home, mostly."
Nimloth blushed. Her question had been directed at the man, and not to the women in front.
Rieka nodded. "The Valar have hand picked everyone in the city. We should do something with that advantage."
"Anything in particular?" Finduilas asked, arms crossed across her chest. "That sems a bit vauge to me - to do 'something' that is."
Rieka looked around. "That is not a decision for one being to make."
Celebrian nodded. "And before we share our ideas, we would like to hear from everyone else."
Rieka nodded. "It must be a group effort."