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.]

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[inafadingcrown]

[A pause as she glances up at the sky, a little wistfully] Indeed, as the very stars.

[withmymind]

I've seen them. Brighter than anything.

[inafadingcrown]

I daresay that there are few who have not beheld the night sky. [She knows about space travel, but it still isn't something that occurs to her naturally.]

[withmymind]

Saw them closer.

[inafadingcrown]

[There's a pause and she tilts her head slightly] You speak of travel amongst the stars. I have heard of such things, but, with one exception, it is not possible in my own world.

[withmymind]

Just a different time.

[inafadingcrown]

Indeed. Would you think me foolish if I said I hold you in some envy? The stars are sacred to my people; I may only imagine their splendor at a closer distance.

[withmymind]

No. They're quiet, it's nice. Track locations, see things live and die. It's more.

[inafadingcrown]

"See things live and die." [It's a sort of strange amusement that comes through in her voice.] That I have done, more than I have wished, in fact.

[withmymind]

Longer than anyone could imagine.

[inafadingcrown]

Something else I share with the stars, I suppose.

[withmymind]

And the whispers. The stars, they whisper.

[inafadingcrown]

Do they? And of what do they speak, little one? [Oh, you just have her enchanted now.]

[withmymind]

Of passing stories. Travels and knowledge.

[inafadingcrown]

Hmm. Small wonder we Elves are so taken by them.

[withmymind]

They're calm. Almost constant. Stars last longer than most. [ 'Like you' may be implied in that ]

[inafadingcrown]

[And it's picked up on.] Indeed. How much more strange is this place for it's unfamiliar sky.

[withmymind]

Every place sees it different.

[inafadingcrown]

Perhaps.