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

[both_neither]

That's nice of you to say.

[inafadingcrown]

Not at all. The castle does not often take that which is of little importance and few things may be of more comfort than song. I would have been a great deal more troubled in my time here without it.

[both_neither]

True. I'm not sure what I would have done without it in the past. But now...[He sighs]

[inafadingcrown]

You are welcome, at least, to listen whenever I may play. It is poor compensation for one who is accustomed to creation, but it is all I may offer.

[both_neither]

It's enough. I'm glad at least I can still listen.

Do you mind if I ask your name?

[inafadingcrown]

I do not, if I may ask yours in turn. I am called Galadriel.

[both_neither]

I don't mind. You can call me Gren.

[inafadingcrown]

You are well met, Gren.

[both_neither]

Same to you.

[inafadingcrown]

Have you been here long?

[both_neither]

Not really.

[inafadingcrown]

[Not terribly talkative, is he?]

I hope the adjustment has not troubled you overmuch.

[both_neither]

[Only when it suits him]

Well...loss aside, it's better than Callisto.

[inafadingcrown]

Your home?

[both_neither]

No...just where I'd been living the last few years.

[inafadingcrown]

I see.

[both_neither]

I haven't been home in a very long time.

[inafadingcrown]

[A slight pause] That I understand.

[both_neither]

Sorry to hear that.

[inafadingcrown]

You needn't be. Though I lost one home, I gained another. I am content with my choices. [Sort of. There's the regret and melancholy sometimes, but she wouldn't have missed Lorien and her family.] If it is not too bold of me, I would wish you the same.

[both_neither]

[He doesn't feel like telling her he's not going to live long enough to find another home] Every little bit helps.