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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[incantati]

[ a skinny, crooked-nosed dude in robes stands a brief distance away, listening for a few moments. shortly, he approaches. ]

Wise words, in tandem with song; a most appreciated combination. May I join you?

[inafadingcrown]

Of course. [She stands to greet him, in traditional Elf fashion, and nods in greeting.] I do not believe we have met.

[incantati]

[ he gives her a little bow. ]

We have not; I should like to think that I would remember such an occasion. Albus Dumbledore.

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, he's charming his way into her heart already. She doesn't get bows as often as she's used to.]

Well met, Master Dumbledore. I am called Galadriel. [And here she sits again and gestures for him to join her.]

[incantati]

[ he accepts the invitation with a smile, sitting next to her. ]

I trust I do not disturb your thoughts?

[inafadingcrown]

On the contrary, the company is welcome. It is far too easy, on a day such as this, to become lost in thoughts of what has been and what might yet be.

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[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade liked music. It was always interesting to hear the different instruments played by others and see what he could learn about them from that. For now, he was actually not too far from where she was, sitting down and resting out of the way. After a minute, a small ball of light glows softly from where he is as he writes in the journal, the words coming out in a monotone from hers.]

'I think it's fun. After all, it's a bit spooky, but no one's been seriously injured that I know of.'

[inafadingcrown]

[She sees the light out of the corner of her eyes and it certainly catches her interest. For now, though, she keeps her distance and merely dictates back.]

I am not overly troubled. But it is well to keep a wary eye in this place, regardless of circumstance.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'Oh, that is to be certain, of course. After all, it tends to be unpredictable.'

[inafadingcrown]

And yet many seem to grow complacent. How they manage, I do not know. [Says the woman playing music on the day of creepiness. But she's always more alert than she seems. Even in the darkness, it would be near-impossible to sneak up on her.]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'One must get used to madness when it's inescapable, I would assume.'

[The light pulses a bit, and Jade lets it die out for a bit. It takes energy to do that, and he feels like resting a moment.]

[incantati]

A day such as this, indeed.

[ he looks up at the sky, thoughtfully. ]

Reflection, of course, may be a better course of action than others.

[heloise]

[ Her voice is small and it trembles, but she tries to be brave for Galadriel. ]

Will you tell me more about the Two Trees? How bright they were?

[inafadingcrown]

[And Galadriel smiles, happy to tell of it. She was known, in her youth, for her telling of lore, and the love of it has never entirely left her.]

No mortal has seen their like and no words may do them justice, however fair. I may say only that the sun and moon are but a pale reflection of their light, for they glowed with the blessing of the Valar- with life itself.

[inafadingcrown]

But as with most things, it is ill in excess.

[inafadingcrown]

Perhaps. [At the pulsing of the light, she looks toward him and gives a nod.] Might I ask the nature of that light? [Translation: tell me about your magic, please.]

dictated

[both_neither]

[For a while, Gren simply sat and listened, as if he'd unexpectedly tuned onto a radio station he hadn't know was there.

He waits until she stops to speak]

That's very lovely. I can't say I've ever heard music quite like that...

[heloise]

[ Stories should help ease the fear, help her think of more pleasant things. ]

Life, Galadriel? Are the Valar the source of life?

dicated forever

[inafadingcrown]

I suppose it is unlikely Elven melodies are known beyond my own world. But I do thank you for the complement.

[inafadingcrown]

They both are and are not. It is said they sprang from the mind of Eru Ilúvatar, He who created all that is, and thus are both of Him and beings in their own right- both His creation and a part of Him. [As always, when she speaks of Eru and the Valar her voice is touched with the sort of veneration and awe that one would expect of the deeply devout. Even her banishment could not change that.]

[gentleidealist]

[And here is Lloyd. He gets antsy when he stays in one place, so he went for a walk-- armed, as usual-- and found Galadriel. Well, this isn't too bad. The music is lovely, so he sits a few feet away to watch, not wanting to intrude.]

[isbritishgov]

[Normally with such a day, well night...event, going on Mycroft would have stayed put.

However things had transpired to get him to do of all things legwork (he was curious about something really). Which was how he ended up near her, tilting his head to listen, leaning on his umbrella, he's very much within talking distance, even if he is hiding in shadow at the moment.]

Instruments are, similar in your world to that of Earth? [It's a safe enough topic.]

[inafadingcrown]

[She notices him right away, of course. With her gift, it's more difficult for her not to notice people. But she waits a few moments before speaking.]

You may come closer, if you like. It is no intrusion.

[inafadingcrown]

[People hiding in the shadows are generally subject to intense gazes from Galadriel. He seems harmless enough, however, so she's not much bothered.]

Some more than others. I have seen and heard much here that does not exist in my own home.

[gentleidealist]

Heh, sorry. I didn't want to interrupt. [He moves closer and sits down. He can just barely see her outline, and that of the lute.] The music is really pretty.