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]

It would be quite an assumption. [Leaping to conclusions, she would call it.] Regardless of what his thoughts might have been, he meant to wait for her, that much is plain.

[blabs]

Did he ever get married to anyone else?

[inafadingcrown]

He did not. It was no exaggeration when the songs says that none have since heard of him; it is my belief that he did not survive his desperate swim to the shore.

[blabs]

[ this face :< ]

Awww... poor guy. What a sad story...

[inafadingcrown]

A great number of our fairest tales end in similar manners. We take the bitter with the sweet, I suppose.

[blabs]

I read somewhere that it's always the saddest things that people talk about the most.

[inafadingcrown]

Perhaps it is that, mixed with sorrow, joy stand out all the more- as light seems brighter amid darkness.

[blabs]

[ a little :O face.. everything you say is so wise and cool, galadriel ]

That's really true...