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]

It does not speak against you, I think. It is human nature -- and, pardon me, elven nature -- to stick to what we know. Paradisa, if nothing else, provides us with ample opportunity to step outside of those boxes.

[inafadingcrown]

It is one of the few boons of this place. In my time here I have seen much beyond the ken of even the wisest of my acquaintance.

[incantati]

May I ask for what length of time you have found yourself in this world?

[inafadingcrown]

In but two months it will have been a year since my arrival. [And she's remarkably mellow about this.]

[incantati]

You are well on your way to becoming one of the seasoned veterans of this world, I see. [ with a rueful little smile ] A year here somehow seems quite a bit longer than it would at home.

[inafadingcrown]

[An equally rueful little laugh] You speak more truly than you know. The years flow so swiftly for my kind- it is rare that I should mark the passing of a singe one.

[incantati]

I shall not do you the dishonour of asking how many of those swift years have passed. [ a small grin. ]

For me, I am not sure how the time here should be marked. It has been a month in some regards, a year and seven months in others, and a year plus that in even others.

[inafadingcrown]

You may ask if you wish, but you will receive no firm answer. It is long since I lost exact count.

[His latter statement has her regarding him with renewed interest and he might notice her eyes becoming just a little bit sharper.] You are one of those who have returned with memories, then?

[It's not that difficult of a conclusion to jump to. It's the only way she can come up with three different ways of reckoning the time.]

[incantati]

[ he nods, unsurprised that she figured it out. ]

I am. I am still unsure of what it means or why we were chosen, if indeed there is a reason at all.

[inafadingcrown]

[She answers slowly and deliberately, choosing each word carefully.] I think a power such as that which we face would not leave such things to chance. I would suppose there are reasons, though they may yet remain hidden from our eyes.

[incantati]

[ he digests her answer, dipping his head slowly in eventual agreement. ]

Hidden for as long as Paradisa wills it to be so, mayhap. I shall not be able to stop theorising for some time, though.

Strangely, perhaps, it is not unhappily that I return to Paradisa.

[inafadingcrown]

Nor will I. [A slight smile] I have been told, on occasion, that I am dreadfully stubborn.

[She shakes her head] It is not so strange. Though I would return to my home were I able, there are many here from whom I will grieve to be parted.

[incantati]

[ he gives her a little salute. ] Another trait that we happily share, then.

And I. Though I did not know it while at home, or in Paris, I missed many a friend, in Paradisa. [ especially since he has none that he can remember at home. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[How can he have no friends at home? He's so delightfully charming!]

I have no doubt you were missed as well.