Tadchan-a-Odog; earlier this morning

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel knew that he was gone the instant she awoke to an empty bed. He could have awakened early and risen before her. It was possible. But in her heart of hearts she knew. She couldn't feel him; no matter how she reached, she could not touch his mind with hers and that was answer enough.

It could not hurt to be certain, however. She slipped out of bed, threw a robe over her dressing gown, and made her way outside the room to check the nameplate. A blank spot under her own name stared back at her. That was it then.

She steps back into her room, seats herself on the couch, and opens her journal. The voice that comes through the pages is deceptively calm- cool, collected, detached.]

The Lord Celeborn of Lothlórien has been returned to his realm and to his people. On his behalf, I would thank all who showed him kindness and hospitality during his stay and request that you bring any unfinished business you have have had with him to my attention. My lord would not have his promises go unfulfilled.

[And then just in case you weren’t sure who she was, she signs her name in an elegant looping handwriting.]

-Galadriel, Lady of Lothlórien.

[And that was that. Another chapter closed. Another parting. She closes the journal and sits in silence for awhile, content to be alone with her thoughts.]

Comments

[spongetastic]

[having been through this way too many times in the three years he's been here, Peter knows that words are never enough. So he just sends her good thoughts instead; he knows she'll be able to receive them]

[inafadingcrown]

[She does receive them and it's very much appreciated. There is a a long pause before the response, but when it comes Peter will feel her gratitude, accompanied by two simple words spoken into his mind.]

Thank you.

[atrophied]

[ Have a damn good bottle of wine being delivered.

Don't thank him.

Just don't say anything.

He's okay with this never being brought up. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[You realize that it's things like this that keep people bothering you, House. She can't just dismiss you as hopeless now.

But don't worry, she won't say anything; she'll just be silently appreciative.]

[wilder]

[...]

Sorry to hear that.

[inafadingcrown]

It is for the best. None of us belong here.

[But there's a weariness to her voice for the observant listener. There's a long silence after that, almost long enough that you'd think she'd shut the journal.]

But you have my thanks for your sympathies.

[scinlae]

I am sorry.

[ It is all she writes, all she dare to write. Despite her feelings on the woman, Morgana knows what it is like to lose someone you love dearly. Lucky for Galadriel her love will not forget her or their love upon his return to his world, and for that she finds herself bitter.

But she cannot push it aside. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[This is certainly a response that she wasn't expecting. It takes her aback for a moment when she sees it. Considering all that has passed for Morgana and all that has passed between them, the fact that she bothered at all means a great deal. She's...touched. Her written response is equally simple, equally matter of fact.]

Thank you, my lady.

[kungfuwitch]

[Oh. Oh no. Phoebe's heart goes out to her friend. She's lost family before and she can only imagine how it would feel if her HUSBAND left. She'll write]

Galadriel,

I'm so terribly sorry for your loss. If you need anything. Anything at all I'm here.

-Phoebe

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, Phoebe. It's... it hurts, but she will survive. It's not nearly the same as if Peter had left.]

Thank you, my friend. I have the comfort of knowing this loss is but a temporary one. Do not worry for me overmuch.

[encryptedlock]

Sorry to hear that. I should have tried to get to know him better.

But--I'm glad you got to have him here for a little while, anyway.

[inafadingcrown]

Thank you. I am grateful that many here received the chance to meet him, at the least. [He's a huge part of her life. In a way, this let her share more of herself than she would have otherwise.]

dictated;

[valuedstrength]

I am sorry to hear that. He is a really great man. I am honored I got the chance to meet him.

dictated

[inafadingcrown]

[Steve, that's exactly the right thing to say. How do you do it?]

And he would be honored by your words. Thank you, my friend.

dictated;

[revolter]

[ Matilda is six and knows nothing of loss. She longs for Miss Honey, certainly but it is not the same. Still, at six, she is a very smart girl and she tries to think of something helpful to say and ends up with: ]

I'm really sorry, Lady Galadriel.

[ and then, after a moment: ]

I wish I could have met him.

dictated;

[inafadingcrown]

Thank you. [There's really not much else anyone could say. Matilda's done very well.] He would like you, pinig; I am certain that would have pleased him as well.

Lady Galadriel

[theabjectauthor]

[oh. oh, no] For what small worth they might bear, you have my condolences.

So very many people seem to be losing those they care about, lately ...

Lemony Snicket

[inafadingcrown]

[Yet another response that surprises her. She didn't expect casual acquaintances to respond at all, given the rate at which people seem to come and go here.]

It is very kind of you. But I do not think of it as a loss; we will see each other again in time. This is a merely a parting, and not a lasting one.

dictated;

[nukeoleptic]

[ She doesn't know her, and certainly doesn't know the circumstances. But-- ]

That's a lovely name.

[inafadingcrown]

[There's a long pause before the response, but eventually there's a quiet, muted chuckle.]

Do you speak of my name or his, child?

Galadriel;

[gentleidealist]

... Hey, do you wanna talk?

I know it sounds silly coming from someone like me, but even if you live for a long time, having your loved ones disappear is really hard. It's okay to be sad or mad or whatever. You don't have to hide it, all right?

... I need to take my own advice, too. [A heavy sigh.]

Lloyd

[inafadingcrown]

[Well... Hiding it was exactly what she had intended to do. She sure was just called out on her facade by a teenage boy. It....gives her pause.]

You have a gentle heart, my young friend. [There's a small sigh on her end too.] I suppose some company would not be amiss.

[pompous_today]

My condolences, Lady Galadriel. Parting from those you love is always hard.

[inafadingcrown]

So it is, but I have the comfort of knowing that I will return to him in time. You have my thanks nevertheless.

Galadriel

[heal_theworld]

[Martel sighs. Another one lost, and it was Galadriel's husband. She knew exactly how that felt, and she knew Galadriel probably didn't want to make a fuss over it. She hadn't, either, when Yuan had left last month.

So her words mirror Galadriel's to her:] Galadriel... I'm so sorry. If you need anything, even anybody to listen, I'm here.

Martel

[inafadingcrown]

[It's not the same, though. Galadriel knows that she will return to him in time. It's not the end- just a delay. Which is another reason she doesn't want to make a fuss over it.]

I know you are, my friend, and I thank you for it. But this parting will not last; we will be reunited in the fullness of time. I need only remember that.

[ensorceler]

Your husband?

[inafadingcrown]

[Ah, she knows that voice; they've spoken before. Elizabeth's mother, wasn't it?]

Yes. Did you chance to meet him in his time here?

[adorbs]

Mm... [poor Ms. Galadriel] I'm sorry.

[inafadingcrown]

[She manages to sound a little less sad here. She really doesn't want to worry the child, after all.]

It is appreciated, little one, but do not concern yourself for my sake; I will be well.

Galadriel - Text (Pretend it looks better than it really does)

[rose_of_battle]

[Sorry, Gladdy, but you get a written response, since Sheena's voice would give her emotional state away.]

Galadriel, I am so sorry. Your husband's a very nice man, and I'm glad I got to meet him before he left.

~~Sheena

Sheena

[inafadingcrown]

[That's alright. Sheena will get a written response.]

You have my thanks for your words; your kindness will be remembered.

-Galadriel.

dictated; and late to the party, shhhh

[wishmadeinfire]

Galadriel... my apologies.

_{[ What else was there to say? He knew what it was, to be without love, and he could only imagine the ache.]}

dictated; never late

[inafadingcrown]

No apologies are necessary, my friend. It is as it is.

Action-ish, ignore how late this is

[wizard_redfive]

[Oh Galadriel. Dairine feels for you. Losing her friends can't possibly compare to losing someone from home, especially a husband. What can Dairine do?

An hour after her announcement, there's a knock at Galadriel's door.]

never too late

[inafadingcrown]

[There's a slight delay before the door opens, revealing a slightly-less-radiant-than-usual Galadriel. There's nothing specific one could point to- her dress, her hair, her posture- it looks as it always does. But something about her seems... muted, somehow.]

Dairine. [She offers a sad little smile.] To what do I owe the pleasure?

dictated

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

My lady, I am so very sorry. If there is anything at all that I might do for you, you need only contact me.

[inafadingcrown]

You are kind, Legolas, and I thank you for it. I will remember your offer.