Cae-a-odog

[inafadingcrown]

[First, business. Even on the anniversary of her arrival, there are things that can’t be neglected.]

[Arthur Pendragon]

Greetings. I am the Lady Galadriel. We have spoken, though you have little reason to recall my name. I would have word with you, if you are not otherwise occupied.

[Morgana]

[This is delicate. Her tone is carefully measured and deceptively casual.]

I was pleased to hear you have awakened; you gave us some cause for concern.


[Then, on to less serious matters. Someone is feeling cryptic and mysterious today. The following is written in the journal in an elegant hand- no comment, no signature. Just food for thought.]

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away. – Marcus Aurelius

[Anyone who has shown Galadriel kindness in the past year]

[You have find a bottle of wine or a small selection of tea (whichever you would prefer) delivered by the ghosts today. Minors will either be receiving tea or a selection of sweets, since she was told that it was frowned upon to give alcohol to the underage. Who knew, right? Each gift is accompanied with a simple note, thanking the recipient for making her stay a little easier.]

[Friends]

I believe a number of you expressed interest in hearing me play the harp. If you are not otherwise occupied, I would not mind an audience at the moment. [The sudden need for music has nothing to do with her feeling wistful today. Nope. Nothing at all.]

Comments

galadriel;

[blabs]

[ she's silent for a bit. ]

Do you still want an audience? I think I'd like to hear you.

Nudge

[inafadingcrown]

It would be an honor.

galadriel;

[blabs]

[ she's already a bit cheered at the thought. ]

Should I come to your room?

Nudge

[inafadingcrown]

That would be lovely. You know your way, do you not?

galadriel;

[blabs]

I do. Give meeeeeeeeee... a half an hour?

[ need to rustle up a present. ]

Nudge

[inafadingcrown]

Of course. [Awww, Nudge. She'll be waiting.]

actione

[blabs]

[ thank goodness for paradisa's limitless supply of arts and crafts materials. in about 35 minutes, have a knock on your door! ]

[inafadingcrown]

[And the door opens to a smiling Galadriel.]

Nudge. Won't you come in?

[blabs]

Hi Galadriel!

[ she smiles a little wanly, slips in with her hands hidden behind her back, and waits for Galadriel to close the door ]

[inafadingcrown]

[And close the door she shall! Her harp is set up in a corner of the room, with a few chairs around it for Nudge to choose from. First, however, she'll see the girl settled.]

I am glad you could come. Please do not hesitate to make yourself comfortable.

[blabs]

[ she picks the chair closest to it, hands still behind her back. she forgets the present for a second as she looks at the harp. ]

Oooh... it's so pretty.

[inafadingcrown]

You may touch it, if you wish. It is not terribly delicate.

[blabs]

[ she reaches out with a hand to pluck a string gently, and laughs, a little surprised, at the sound it makes. she does it again. ]

It's louder than I thought it would be.

[inafadingcrown]

There is little point to an instrument if it cannot be heard.

[blabs]

Ehe, I guess that's true.

Oh, before you start... [ she takes her hand from behind her back and offers a book-sized package wrapped in glittery pink paper.

[inafadingcrown]

Thank you, dear one. [She'll accept the package with a soft smile.] Shall I?

[blabs]

Yes, please!

[ it's a simple photo album that she wished up. she decorated the cover with sea shells, and arts-and-crafty leaves and twigs, and wrote 'galadriel's memories' in gold glitter. on the first page is the picture of them from the party. :) ]

[inafadingcrown]

[;_; Oh, Nudge. It's been a very long time since she's received a child's handmade gift and it means a lot. You are getting another forehead kiss.]

I must thank you again for a gift such as this. I love it dearly.

[blabs]

[ ;; weh. and again, she tears up a little, and gives her a quick hug. ]

I'm really glad! I didn't have much time to make it, but I thought you'd like it.

[inafadingcrown]

I am touched you thought of me at all. [And now she'll gesture back to the chair Nudge had selected earlier] Shall we begin?

[blabs]

[ she smiles, and then hops back into the chair, and brings her knees up to her chest, curling her arms around her legs. ]

Yes please!

[inafadingcrown]

[She takes her seat at the harp and, without much ado, begins to play- and, after a moment, she begins to sing as well. Given the date, it's not that surprising that the song she chose is one that speaks of her home and is marked with that typical Elven melancholy.]

[blabs]

[ nudge curls up, and listens closely, trying to follow as best as she can. even if she doesn't understand it all, she hears the beauty in it loud and clear. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[When the song finishes, she'll glance over at Nudge and smile.] It is still more fair in Sindarin, but I believe the translation is a fine one.

[blabs]

[ she sits up a little, her mouth still in a little o. ]

It was so beautiful... was that a real story?