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Elrohir's lithe shoulder supported his weight as he leaned against a pillar along the porch of his modest backyard. His young elven form was draped in a loose robe of silver and navy blue clenched about his trim waist by a simple leather belt. Ebony tresses were pulled back from his high features by a single, simple braid from the crown of his head to mid back where his hair ended. Pale eyes roved over the newly worked grasses and shrubs, tender saplings stretching newly planted roots to the soil and young branches to the sun, the small arbour planted with seeds and a fountain whose moulding was still drying beneath morning's coaxing warm rays.

His new home was finalised.

He had selected a building unfinished which sat at the edge of the city, the back overlooking the land below from the high plateau on which the city nestled. The structure was small and made of polished white stone as was near all the buildings in this city. The main floor was rectangular and opened with arched windows in a style that brought the comfort of Imladris to his heart. the curving windows and pillars decorated with entwining marble vines were left open, but could be shut to the elements with solid, bolting shutters. Entering the building there was a small kitchen to the left, and a reading room lined with white stone shelves to the right and a simple desk with chair. Beyond the reading room was a sitting room consisting of a large fireplace facing a plush, green sofa and two matching chairs with a small table between them. Nestled between the reading and sitting room was a spiral staircase, intricate marble leaves decorated the arching rail upwards. Beneath the stair lead to a small cellar, above sat the second story of the small home which was half the size of the main level. The entire length of the entryway, which lead from the front entrance to a wide back porch was adorned with flowing swaths of sheer cloth the colour of paled green apple. The sheets separated the rooms, acted as doorways and whispered gently against the windows, trailing from their source in the high ceiling. They mimicked the moving greenery that was part of the living elven city to which Elrohir 's elflinghood belonged. In the very center of his dwelling a small pond lay within the white and grey marble flooring, the soft rustle of the clear waters bringing a piece of the soothing sense of the waterfalls to his heart. A number of small silver and gold fish flitted in the water, glimmers of light beneath the green canopy of cloth held in white stone arms. The far left corner of his home was contained by the cloth, within the privacy of the whispering drapes, a screen closed away the room from the house. Yet the large windows remained open to the sunfilled room, dappling light over a white stone alter, arranged with padded cloth and pillows. A basin and towels lay neatly upon a table, a cupboard was filled with a number of small vials and candles. This was the room in which Elrohir would practice one of his most skilled crafts. the art of healing massage.

The second floor was his bedchambers, simply furnished with a few trunks and his wardrobe, a side table and a large ornate bed draped in black sheets. The frame seeming to grow from the wall and into the ceiling where it seemed as though branches reached into the night sky. Once again the soft green cloth hung over the windows and draped around the room, separating the sleeping area from Elrohir's windowless marble bath.

The young peredhil now stood on his porch relaxing with a cup of tea resting in his hands. The soft tendrils of comforting steam caressing his cheeks in affectionate warmth and bringing colour to his hands. Gently he places his temple to the cool stone on the pillar that held his weight and sighed.

He was restless and the soft alluring songs of the young trees called to him, inviting him to come and dance with them in the night. He wished to learn the curves and plains of this land as he had known her before. Such as a lover relearned his partner's body after years of unwanted an parting with excitement and fear. Knowing well 'twas the same being and yet much had changed since last they had met mingled with the fear of finding oneself lost.

A brought the cup to his lips and sipped quietly.

He had a yearning to know her again and to see what of her children had returned. He also wished to know what herbs and roots were near, for certainly their medics would have need at some time. He was in search of a number of ingredients for his oils which he had yet to find in the market.

Straightening slightly he gazed out to the world beyond his doorway. Yes, he would make ready to explore the region...mayhap a number of others would endeavour to join him?