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 | written;

[longaevus]

[ She's quietly considering this for a moment. She wants to trust you, Galadriel, you were kind to her before and you sound believable but... she's a woman of science, give her the proof ]

What of what you know of me, then? You say that you know me better than I realise but how exactly so?

Helen; written

[inafadingcrown]

I would call you a friend. I know only what you have told me of your life, of course- much of your work, something of your past, but not as much as I would like. You will not be shocked, I am sure, when I tell you that I have found you to be a very private person. I would not do you the disrespect of prying where I am not welcome.

galadriel | written;

[longaevus]

That isn't a surprise, no. [ And it does sound like her ]

I presume that much of my past that you know is from what I last remember of being here?

Helen; written

[inafadingcrown]

Much of it, yes, though we have spoken in other circumstances. You have rather an open invitation for a discussion over wine.

galadriel | written;

[longaevus]

If I have yet to take that offer I, sadly, know why. [ Open invitation for discussion usually went both ways ]

Helen; written forever as I am getting lazy

[inafadingcrown]

Of course. I would expect you to know your own mind. [She's not going to ask, though. She hasn't asked future!you, so why should she ask now? It seemed like prying.]

[longaevus]

[ Ah but, Galadriel, she has less to guard now ] I'm beginning to feel that more do than I would expect.

[inafadingcrown]

Is it so surprising?

[longaevus]

Sadly it is somewhat, although perhaps only from my current perspective.