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

[inafadingcrown]

[Well. That answers the question as to what you are... Someday, she will get used to that particular phrasing. At least she's polite enough not to remark on it?]

You understand my frustration.

[doublethefun]

To some extent; I have only been here for three months. [probably sucked a lot more for you]

[inafadingcrown]

Yet our complaints are much the same, I am sure. I worry for duties left undone. I miss the sights and sounds of my home and the company of kith and kin. And I grow weary of feeling a pawn.

[doublethefun]

[there's a pause as she mulls over this] I miss my sister and my work. Yet, 'twould be nigh unbearable if nopony else was here with me, especially at the beginning.

[and you're all alone.]

[inafadingcrown]

[She has...Treebeard?]

Others of my world have come and gone in my time here; I have not always been alone. And there are those here who have become quite dear to me. [She makes do.]

[doublethefun]

[hmm] I do enjoy meeting new po - people here. The atmosphere here is much more tenable to conversation than just about any other situation back home.

[inafadingcrown]

Is your home so unsuitable for discussion? [What? Why?]

[doublethefun]

Meaningful conversation is difficult when the other party insists on pressing his or her face against the ground.

[inafadingcrown]

Ah. A difficulty with which I have no small amount of experience myself. [That and falling all over themselves to praise your beauty.]

[doublethefun]

[heh]

Perhaps we are more similar than one would suspect at first glance.

[inafadingcrown]

That is often the way of things, is it not?