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

[inafadingcrown]

[Have a little scoff] Perhaps a mere illusion would hold you here. The Lady of Lórien is not so easily deceived.

[isbritishgov]

[Not impressed Galadriel. He's inspecting the end of his umbrella still.] You think, far too highly of yourself. If one can trick my mind then it can trick yours as well, no matter what, manner of, talents you posses.

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, and that response does not please her. She looks up and hits him with the full force of her gaze, not doing anything yet, but it's obviously a display of power.]

You would do well to speak only of what you know.

[isbritishgov]

[He's totally unbothered by that, instead tilting his head forward at her, umbrella lowered.]

A lady of a land that may or may not exist you mean?

[inafadingcrown]

[Now he's just being insulting. She stands, drawing herself up to her full height, and looks down at him-literally and figuratively.]

And what reason have I to lie?

[isbritishgov]

[Now he's just looking her over, leaning on his umbrella once more. No you don't intimidate him, not at all.]

The same reason as us all. To further your reputation here. [Now this isn't all him trolling her for fun, he's attempting to figure her out and what better way then to push her buttons.]

[inafadingcrown]

How clever of me to invent a title here, where few place great value in such things. [And he's pushed enough buttons to receive biting sarcasm in response.]

[isbritishgov]

I imagine, such a title gains you respect, and with your appearance, it is, something I imagine would be most welcomed when dealing, with, certain groups. [Totally unphased here yup.]

[inafadingcrown]

My title matters little; it holds no sway here. Yet I will not have you thinking I would deceive others as to my identity. It is an insult to my honor and integrity.

[isbritishgov]

Says the woman who believes in magic. [Whatever lady pssh.]

[inafadingcrown]

It is no business of mine that you chose to close your eyes to the world around you. But I will thank you not to insult me for my decision to do otherwise. I have lived through ages of the world and I have seen things beyond your imaginings. You will treat me with respect or you will not speak to me at all.

[isbritishgov]

If you are implying my lack of disbelief in your title and ability is in anyway disrespectful, then, your ego is far grander then I first thought. [No not really he's just pushing buttons now.]

[inafadingcrown]

I will not stand here and be insulted. Perhaps if you learn to keep a civil tongue, we may speak again.

[And she's taking her lute and leaving- not storming off, but moving slowly and deliberately, looking very much the part of an ice queen.]

[isbritishgov]

[Not stopping her at all, instead he goes the opposite direction, very calmly, twirling his umbrella as he does.]