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Nelchaen-a-Tad; dictated/action

[You know what? It’s been a while since Galadriel mused idly into the journal. So have some elf thoughts.]

I trust that everyone has returned from the castles latest diversion more or less unharmed?

We should be grateful, I suppose, that things did not become worse than they were. Yet I cannot help but feel a little indignant at any being seeking to change me into something other than I am, even if it is only temporary. And it is all too easy to imagine such things as the beginning of something more. I wonder if we will not return one day to that town, only to find some who we had thought returned to their homes trapped there still, playing out their roles.

[And on that cheery note she will shut the journal.]

[Action]

[Thus far, Galadriel has done a wonderful job of avoiding December kisses. Oh, she’s had a few missteps here and there, but overall, she’s been spared the worst of it this year. Knowing what you were up against helps.

But, of course, her luck couldn’t last.

She intended to spend the day in town, running some errands. Unfortunately for her, that involves making her way through the castle, attempting to dodge sprigs of mistletoe and avoid any passersby.

At some point, disaster is bound to strike.]

[ooc: the action is open for kissing or just running into her in person, just give me some hint as to which you’d like]

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[You know what's really unlucky? When disaster strikes in the form of one of the other elves in the castle. ~~At least Galadriel can get along with this one though.~~ At least, by now, he's figured out that it's mistletoe he needs to avoid but with how frequently it's placed around the castle doorways, it's hard to avoid completely. And dulled eyes find it hard to spot at times.

Which leads, unfortunately, to Legolas meeting Galadriel in a doorway he had thought was clear of the sprig.

Whoops.]

[Dairine was on her way outside to test out the new bow Katniss had made her for Christmas. It was much fancier than her old practice bow, with her name carved into it and everything. Bundled up for the weather and a quiver full of old arrows on her back, she hurries down the stairs with her bow in hand. She slows down though when she sees Galadriel ahead.]

Good afternoon, Galadriel!

[Because Elsa is still rather unnerved by the idea of talking to a journal, even if it talks back, she's... going to stick to writing...]

That's a... rather morbid though to have.

[And Galadriel dislikes speaking back to writing, so she'll switch over.]

Am I correct in assuming that you have not been here long? [Because, while it may be a morbid thought, it's not an unreasonable one for anyone who has been here for a while.]

... I only awoke here a day before this castle turned into that bizarre village.

[Well, Dair is a more welcome sight than most would be right now.]

Good afternoon, Dairine. [Her eyes flick to the bow and quiver] I did not realize that you were an archer.

Really? I used a bow and arrow during the skirmish with the Collectors.

[She runs her hand against the bow's engraving.]

Though I wouldn't go as far as to call myself an archer yet...

[Galadriel might have been able to duck out of the doorway or say something in warning were not young woodelves so quick and spry; he's in the doorway with her before she has time to react.]

Legolas, you really must take care where you walk. [And then she starts to feel the magic kick in.] You have my apologies for this.

[And then she leans down to pull him into a kiss.]

_{[ Errands indeed. He had to clean from the small holiday decorations he had put up, needed some things for the pets, and needed some new winter flowers for the room. He couldn't bear it just being cold stone, he needed nature. And Agni had burnt through his collar and Bacon was getting to big for it. Ah pet ownership. And seeing to Svitana would not be a bad idea either.

So he was walking swiftly through the halls, dressed in a long, split-legged tunic and dark black trousers with knee high boots. Normally he would prefer robes, but swift walking and probably a ride dictated the more sensible attire, though it was no less lavish than his usual.

He turned the corner, coming down the stairs, and he let out a sound of delight on recognizing a head of golden hair. ]}

Galadriel!

_{[ It would be a perfect moment to see if she had enjoyed his gift of a small silver bracelet expertly cut to look like leaves woven into lace with pearls dotted here and there around its circumference. ]}

Then you would not know. In the past, the castle has changed in a similar manner; during these times, we have come across previous residents, usually behaving as though they had lived in that setting their entire lives.

Morbid the thought may be, but it is not without reason.

Ashura. [She smiled lightly, looking about to make sure she wasn't under any mistletoe before pausing and gesturing him over.] How have you been?

_{[ It was not hard to understand the gesture and her caution. He felt
the same these days, though a particular instance had led to some rather...
lovely nights. But best not to think of that in the lady's presence.}

He came over, boots taping on the stone and leaned in to kiss her cheek gently in greeting. ]

I have been... well, surprisingly. New friends and things to keep myself busy. And yourself?

Did you? I will admit, my attention was focused elsewhere. [Like on making sure that Dair got out of there alright.]

We must shoot together someday.

[Her smile warms at that news] I am glad. [He has had a rather hard time of it lately- or at least he had the last time they spoke. She was happy to hear that things were improving.] Things continue much as they have for me; there are a few new arrivals from Middle Earth since last we spoke, but I have little other news.

Oh yes, I believe I have run into a few of them. Legolas, for sure, which I was more than pleased about, and someone calling himself Thranduil?

_{[ He raised his brows at her, expecting her to know, because, well,
she was Galadriel and he had come to think she knew most things - if not
about Paradisa, than certainly about the goings on and players of her own
world. ]}

The Elvenking of Mirkwood, yes. [Her tone is polite, but distant.] He is Legolas' father, in fact.

Ah, I thought there was a hint of familiarity, but I was not sure.

_{[ He touched her arm, his smile turning warmer. ]}

Would you mind an escort with you today, Galadriel? It has been far to long, after all. I admit, I have missed your company, and am not above monopolizing it now that I have the chance.

[He does try to take a step back at least, out of respect. Try being the operative word but, of course, he finds himself compelled to stay close. It's bad enough that he had kissed Thranduil multiple times on his first day in the castle, before they figured out that it was the mistletoe that was responsible.

Not this again, anything (anyone) but-

Oh. She's pulling him into a kiss. For him, it's awkward and he can't help but kiss back, hands moving to lightly touch her arms.]

I would not mind in the least, provided that you have no objecting to visiting town. The company would be welcome.

It was a rather chaotic fight. [Misses the point entirely.]

You know archery too?

Ah, I need to go there too. The trials of pet ownership force me from the warm and into the cold.

_{[ He gave a mock sigh as they walked down the steps. ]}

What did you need at the town?

_{[ He might be looking at her wrists to see if his gift was present or
not. ]}

That's... that's horrible. Was there any way to help those poor people?

There was. With time and help from those who knew them, their memories did return.

I am proficient with a bow. If you wish to see a true Elven archer, however, you should look to Legolas or Thranduil; their skill far exceeds my own. [It's not even a comparison, really.]

You mean the elf with leaves in his hair? [Dairine gives off the slightly air of distaste just remembering. These stupidly tall, blonde, royal types...]

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works for me!

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action because it has been far to long and kissing

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yess, we will find a way to do this, despite the cautious elf

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