Cae-a-Leben

[inafadingcrown]

[Honestly, the return of castle residents with memories has been weighing on Galadriel’s mind for some time. The implications trouble her. What little reassurance they had of returning home had been put into question- what if all were only whisked away to strange worlds, fed false memories, made complacent. The thought was troubling enough on its own, but her heart and mind kept drifting back towards Arwen and the thought of her dear granddaughter kept forever from those she loves…well, it disturbs her to say the least.

She tries, for a time, to set her thoughts to paper under a private filter, or even in a separate notebook. But the growing sense of unease prevents her from articulating them clearly and, eventually, she sets aside her pen and dictates to the castle at large.]

I knew a time darker than this- after the destruction of the Two Trees and ere the creation of the sun and moon. Not since the dawn of the First Age have I seen such a day. [She doesn’t sound too disturbed, however.] Perhaps it is an ill omen, but we may hardly be said to have a shortage of such things, even on the most ordinary of days.

[There’s a thoughtful hum and some idle strumming. Not her usual harp, but rather a lute. She’s sitting out in front of the castle, playing whatever tunes come into her head. Perhaps she’ll even sing. Seems like someone thought music might be a good way to keep the eerie feelings away.]

[ooc:Open over journals or in person.]

Comments

[incantati]

[ a skinny, crooked-nosed dude in robes stands a brief distance away, listening for a few moments. shortly, he approaches. ]

Wise words, in tandem with song; a most appreciated combination. May I join you?

[inafadingcrown]

Of course. [She stands to greet him, in traditional Elf fashion, and nods in greeting.] I do not believe we have met.

[incantati]

[ he gives her a little bow. ]

We have not; I should like to think that I would remember such an occasion. Albus Dumbledore.

Written/Action

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade liked music. It was always interesting to hear the different instruments played by others and see what he could learn about them from that. For now, he was actually not too far from where she was, sitting down and resting out of the way. After a minute, a small ball of light glows softly from where he is as he writes in the journal, the words coming out in a monotone from hers.]

'I think it's fun. After all, it's a bit spooky, but no one's been seriously injured that I know of.'

[inafadingcrown]

[She sees the light out of the corner of her eyes and it certainly catches her interest. For now, though, she keeps her distance and merely dictates back.]

I am not overly troubled. But it is well to keep a wary eye in this place, regardless of circumstance.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'Oh, that is to be certain, of course. After all, it tends to be unpredictable.'

[heloise]

[ Her voice is small and it trembles, but she tries to be brave for Galadriel. ]

Will you tell me more about the Two Trees? How bright they were?

[inafadingcrown]

[And Galadriel smiles, happy to tell of it. She was known, in her youth, for her telling of lore, and the love of it has never entirely left her.]

No mortal has seen their like and no words may do them justice, however fair. I may say only that the sun and moon are but a pale reflection of their light, for they glowed with the blessing of the Valar- with life itself.

[heloise]

[ Stories should help ease the fear, help her think of more pleasant things. ]

Life, Galadriel? Are the Valar the source of life?

dictated

[both_neither]

[For a while, Gren simply sat and listened, as if he'd unexpectedly tuned onto a radio station he hadn't know was there.

He waits until she stops to speak]

That's very lovely. I can't say I've ever heard music quite like that...

dicated forever

[inafadingcrown]

I suppose it is unlikely Elven melodies are known beyond my own world. But I do thank you for the complement.

[gentleidealist]

[And here is Lloyd. He gets antsy when he stays in one place, so he went for a walk-- armed, as usual-- and found Galadriel. Well, this isn't too bad. The music is lovely, so he sits a few feet away to watch, not wanting to intrude.]

[inafadingcrown]

[She notices him right away, of course. With her gift, it's more difficult for her not to notice people. But she waits a few moments before speaking.]

You may come closer, if you like. It is no intrusion.

[isbritishgov]

[Normally with such a day, well night...event, going on Mycroft would have stayed put.

However things had transpired to get him to do of all things legwork (he was curious about something really). Which was how he ended up near her, tilting his head to listen, leaning on his umbrella, he's very much within talking distance, even if he is hiding in shadow at the moment.]

Instruments are, similar in your world to that of Earth? [It's a safe enough topic.]

[inafadingcrown]

[People hiding in the shadows are generally subject to intense gazes from Galadriel. He seems harmless enough, however, so she's not much bothered.]

Some more than others. I have seen and heard much here that does not exist in my own home.

[longaevus]

It's pleasing to see that not everyone is panicking over this.

[ Panicking can cause more danger than whatever may be out there ]

[inafadingcrown]

The Lady of Lórien does not panic; it is neither useful nor becoming. [And involves giving up the appearance of control. We couldn't have that now, could we?]

[walkinthruwalls]

You know, I think I recall some where that you said next time you played I could watch. Or something similar.

[ She just wants company? She's been ferrying people around but now... can she take a break? ]

[inafadingcrown]

Far be it for me to go back on my word; you may find me at the castle entrance, should you wish to join me.

[withmymind]

Darkness is everywhere, every corner.

[inafadingcrown]

It makes what little light there is shine all the brighter, does it not?

[beyondimagining]

I have never seen a day this dark before. Not even in the deepest part of Winter, when the Dark's power grows strongest.

[inafadingcrown]

Does it trouble you?

[disciplines]

[Someone familiar steps nearby, not saying a word, merely moving a bit so the lantern on the end of her staff lights your view a bit, making it a bit easier for you to watch you play, a small, whispered sigh escaping her.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Without ceasing her playing, she shifts to better face the younger elf and smiles.]

Alleyne.