Watercress and Wild Pepper (May 3011) {Galadîr}
May 7, 2018 10:54:25 GMT -5
Post by ELIRA on May 7, 2018 10:54:25 GMT -5
Spring was full in swing; the blossoms bursting forth on the berry bushes which soon bear small green fruits, and ripen fully in the summer months to sweet berries which would delight the senses. Kelet had been striving to find her place within the Elvenking's halls; and though still not content with her mastery of any skill that these folk here possessed, after year upon year of practice in their crafts; she had found herself useful in some ways. One year in this realm had Kelet been; one year among the fair folk, the elves, who were her kind. So much in common had she with them, but still an outsider for her life had been very different until one year past. Stagnant for all her years; of which she knew no number, yet rushed in the sense that the men whom she had lived along did not seemingly float through life with no worry of time in the same way those in the elvenhome did.
She would not seem transient among them. Too long had she lived among mortals; with their short lifespans and their need to go about daily business. Kelet kept herself busy. Gathering; it seemed to be her main task these days. Since the first shoots of spring had come up through the earth several months past, she had found herself preoccupied gathering greens and edibles for the kitchens and great feast hall of Thranduil's realm. Day after day she would leave the caves knowing now not to seek further into the depths of the forest, but to follow the river path that led towards the Long Lake, where delicacies could be gathered; fresh greens springing forth after the draught of winter.
The ice had long since melted, though the lake was still cold; but neither was Kelet bothered by it, she stood knee deep in the shallow waters this day gathering watercress which grew on long stems and floated toward the surface, reaching down into the depths, and she wore a sleeveless gown for the very purpose. Already a basket of bullrush and cattail was filled upon the shore, and her dress was wet up to the waist; not for gathering so deep, but for the fact that she had been delighting in the silver minnows that flicked about her legs and had waded further. Swimming was in mind for her; as soon as her gathering was accomplished; with the sun beating down as warmly as it was. Feeling the tickle of water upon the backs of her knees. Humming, yet ever listening; to the gentle lap of waters upon the lake, the brushing of the rushes, the hum of insect and the far off call of ducks; Kelet heard the approach of elven feet, and looked up to the shore, a smile on her lips.
She would not seem transient among them. Too long had she lived among mortals; with their short lifespans and their need to go about daily business. Kelet kept herself busy. Gathering; it seemed to be her main task these days. Since the first shoots of spring had come up through the earth several months past, she had found herself preoccupied gathering greens and edibles for the kitchens and great feast hall of Thranduil's realm. Day after day she would leave the caves knowing now not to seek further into the depths of the forest, but to follow the river path that led towards the Long Lake, where delicacies could be gathered; fresh greens springing forth after the draught of winter.
The ice had long since melted, though the lake was still cold; but neither was Kelet bothered by it, she stood knee deep in the shallow waters this day gathering watercress which grew on long stems and floated toward the surface, reaching down into the depths, and she wore a sleeveless gown for the very purpose. Already a basket of bullrush and cattail was filled upon the shore, and her dress was wet up to the waist; not for gathering so deep, but for the fact that she had been delighting in the silver minnows that flicked about her legs and had waded further. Swimming was in mind for her; as soon as her gathering was accomplished; with the sun beating down as warmly as it was. Feeling the tickle of water upon the backs of her knees. Humming, yet ever listening; to the gentle lap of waters upon the lake, the brushing of the rushes, the hum of insect and the far off call of ducks; Kelet heard the approach of elven feet, and looked up to the shore, a smile on her lips.