A Warder Comes Home

Greathall of Thrain II
A magnificently huge hall, full of light, sound, and dwarves coming and going, conversing with friends or haggling with traders. This was once the Feasting Hall of Thrain, and then, the room Smaug hoarded Erebor's wealth in. The walls and floor have since been repaired, and even improved, glowing a soft blue in the light of the crystal lamps hung from the hematite ceiling. E
  Every surface the eye can find is smoothed and polished, proving that the dwarves have not yet lost their famed touch in stone working, save for one spot in the center of the floor, marked off by a ring of simple stones: a charred spot, a legacy of Smaug. The four clan gates exit from this hall, the hub of Erebor's society. It is still used as a feast hall on High Days, but day to day serves as a serves as a market for those without permenant demesnes in the Trader's Way.
 

Eirdis is currently sitting in an alcove of the Greathall of Thrain II, sorting out her herbs and healing supplies as she sings softly,* Out of the mist of history, he'll come again. Sailing on ships across the sea to a wounded nation. Signs of a savior like fire on the waterIt's what we prayed for, one of our own." 

Virvarg was busy pereusing the wares, looking to see if he could find a new bow as his previous one broke for some odd reason his bow decided to break last week.  he was on his way to see if he could get a better price when he walked by a little herb shop... he heard the most beautiful singing he had ever heard!

Eirdis continues to sing as she measures out various herbs for different uses teas, ointments, poultices and such. "Just wait though wide he may roam, always, a hero comes home. He goes where no one has gone, but always a hero comes home."

He was immediately drawn to the sound which was more potent than all the siren songs combined... He was hopelessly hooked to the sweet melody. Virvarg looks into the window and sees...

Eirdis continues to go along with her singing and her work, not yet noticing the young, handsome Warder passing her medicine stall. At the moment, she is much too intent on properly measuring a couple of orders for an anti-rheumatism ointment for an old family client. She keeps singing, "deep in the heart of darkness sparks a dream of light.surrounded by hopelessness, he finds the will to fight."

Virvarg knocks on the open door and pokes his head in, making himself visible to the singing dwarf. "Hello? From whom is the lovely singing coming from? You, perhaps?" He laughs heartily. "Foolish me, there's no one else here!" He pauses briefly and smiles. "My goodness, dear woman, pardon me, my name is Virvarg... May I join you?

Eirdis glances up and blinks a couple times, nodding and smiling slightly. "Aye, Master Virvarg, there should be a stool someplace.. I am Eirdis, daughter of the late Jarl, Healer of Mazarbul.. And my singing is not that good, my mother could have sung the Elves out of their damp forests if she'd had a mind to.. But I forget my manners. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Thank you." He gladly pulls up a stool and sits with a bit of a nervous jump.* "Well, let's see... I've been sent on a "grocery list" from the barracks. Fifteen bows and several hundred arrows, along with several hundred pounds of iron and steel materials, oh my goodness, so much work to be done.  I was on my lunch break looking for a new bow when I heard your lovely singing!" He smiles again. "So thats how I ended up here.." He smiles gently. "I should thank you.  I was getting the nastiest headache I have ever had, and yet,  with one note, you've not only cured me of my pains, but ensnared my attention at the same time!"

She thinks for a moment, then remarks, "The bows you would most likely get from one of Huskarl Ranol's family, the arrows and metals, I would ask cousin Frarin about, he's a silversmith and would have some good connections, espcially if you say Eirdis sent you.. I was apprenticed to his wife, Thari, in fact.." she stops speaking and glances down at her work, trying and failing at not blushing crimson. "I'm sure it had nothing to do with my singing, Master Virvarg, but I do appreciate the compliment nonetheless.." She trails off, not exactly knowing what to say or do at the moment.

"Your very welcome Eirdis." He glances at a conveniently but irritatingly placed clock on the wall. "Oh, by Durin's beard I'm late!! I've got to be back with the work orders for all those materials!" He blinks. "Unfortunately... Eirdis, was it?" He smiles sadly. "I have to get back to work and finish it before the leader of my barrack has my hide." A slight gleam appears in his ice blue eyes. "However, I can come back tomorrow and, if your even mildly interested, I can bring some lunch for us both if you would like to join me?"

 Eirdis chuckles and nods, knowing all too well how time can fly. "Eirdis, yes, and.. Well, yes, I would rather enjoy a break from my work.. The same time tomorrow, perhaps?"

He nods happily "I would love to! The same time, at the same place, then?"

She nods, smiling warmly, unable to resist his infectious good nature. "I'll be waiting outside my shop."

"I'll see you here, then, tomorrow at the noon hour." He hops off the stool, walks sullenly over to the door, looks over his shoulder and gives her a wink. "Good-bye for now, Lady Eiridis. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow."

END OF MUSHY FIRST MEETING SCENE. BHAHAHA!