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paradisa2012-01-13 05:28 pm
inafadingcrown) wrote in paradisa2012-01-13 05:28 pm
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Cae-a-Leben
[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.]
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.]
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Very well, then. Perhaps the Song of Beren and Lúthien. I would sing of love and light today.
[And, after taking a moment to adjust her instrument and ready her voice, she begins to both play and sing a tale as old as it is beautiful, as joyful as it is sad. Her voice is soft and sweet, though lower than most, and the notes come with the clarity that marks a skilled and well practiced singer. When she finishes the song, she'll give a little sigh.]
It is still more fair in Sindarin, but I think the translation a fair one.
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Is it such doom to love, Galadriel?
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The choice was hers and brought her joy. Yet the song was written by those who remained behind and who witnessed she whom they held dear fade with time and pass from existence as they will not.
And so it is with love for us all, I suppose. We take the bitter with the sweet. There is risk in giving your heart to another, but also great reward.
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Is it ever wrong to love, Galadriel?
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I can think of few things more right and good than love itself.
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I have heard that love is the greatest virtue, above faith and even hope.
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You have heard well, I think. I would say also that few forces have the power to inspire such great deeds.
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Tell me, Galadriel, how much do you love your husband, the Lord Celeborn?
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I have not words to do the feeling justice. I have been at his side throughout ages of the world, as he has been at mine. We are bound together, heart and mind, and will remain so unto the ending of the world.
And what of you? You are not so young that you may not have experienced the affairs of the heart.
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[ Cesare may have told her that love and marriage do not imply each other, but her storybooks taught her otherwise. She bites back a giggle. ]
I have loved much. I could tell you about my Moor, my Narcissus or my Caesar.
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[How appropriate that this talk of love seems to have beaten back the shadows from her mind, at least for the moment.]
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My Moor is a prince of the Ottoman Empire, where they catch white tigers with their bare hands. He called me the most beautiful treasure in the Vatican and asked me to dance right under my father's nose!
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He sounds charming. But why should your father object to your dancing, if I might ask?
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I was still unmarried then and he was a Muslim man. But I think, he would have joined out family if he could.
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He was of another faith, then? You will forgive my ignorance, but my world is quite different from most here in many regards. You are Christian, are you not? The religion does not exist in my home; I have learned of it only since my arrival here.
[And then a pause] I did not realize you were wed.
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[ She pauses then decides she doesn't want to talk about her husband. ]
My dear Djem still visits me in dreams. He has a secret but he cannot find the voice to speak, so I must soothe him with kisses.
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Except her world is heavily influenced by Catholic theology.]I apologize if I have opened old wounds.
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Not at all. I chose to speak of him because I still hold him dearly.
And the Lord Celeborn, is he your one and only love?
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I wonder, how many people a human heart can bear to love.
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