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]

[Ah, the Vatican. She only has the vaguest notion of what it is. And only that because of her friendship with Abel.]

He sounds charming. But why should your father object to your dancing, if I might ask?

[heloise]

[ She pauses, assuming it would be obvious that her father would be displeased, but why exactly she isn't sure. ]

I was still unmarried then and he was a Muslim man. But I think, he would have joined out family if he could.

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel tries, but there are so many aspects of other worlds that are still strange to her. Occasionally, she is still at a loss. Also, she notices that past tense, but says nothing of it.]

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.

[heloise]

Yes, but he would have become a Christian if he had the chance. And now he is condemned forever.

[ 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.

[inafadingcrown]

[There are a lot of things there that trouble her. She knows enough to drop the talk of her husband. And, though she doesn't mention it, she wonders at the talk of being condemned. After all, she's not a Christian either. Except her world is heavily influenced by Catholic theology.]

I apologize if I have opened old wounds.

[heloise]

[ She chuckles to show that she is fine. ]

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?

[inafadingcrown]

He is and I am his. We would not have been wed otherwise.

[heloise]

How lovely.

I wonder, how many people a human heart can bear to love.

[inafadingcrown]

[Again, sounding mildly amused] I would not know. [Not having a human heart herself...]