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[wolfuncaged]

[Well, Fenris has been avoiding people and their offspring all week, and now the blighted things are gone, people are moping. And it's annoying. So, standing in his usual spot n the lobby, he begins to talk into the journal]

I understand that there were doors, leading to a children's bedroom in which you were expected to deliver your offspring this year. But did none of you attempt to keep them? Everyone speaks of how sad it is that they are gone for another year, and how they hope the children are happy and safe, but have any of you done anything to assure this?

Could you not have stayed within the room? Taken the children to the Dead Zone where magic is not an issue? What is the point of mourning if you are not at least willing to try. If it were my own child, I would stop at nothing to keep them safe and away from the games this world enjoys to play.

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[wolfuncaged]

[Oh...Galadriel sounds sad. He has a moment of almost regretting his words]

...How is that so?

[inafadingcrown]

What manner of life is it for a child here? They will not grow, will be exposed to all the dangers we ourselves face.

And what of what we found in those rooms? If we are to take things as they seem, the children are cared for by parents of their own. Am I to take a child from his true mother and father for my own satisfaction?

This is the second year I have seen Finrod. He was returned to me happy and healthy. I cannot guarantee that for him here.

[wolfuncaged]

The world in which they are sent could be just as dangerous. And if they recognise you are their parent, how can anyone be sure the ones beyond the door are their true parents?

[inafadingcrown]

We cannot, I suppose, though it is the logical inference.

It seemed to me that he stood a greater chance for a life elsewhere. I wish more for him than I can give him here. [Oh. Saying it like that is bring back all her feelings about Celebrían.]

You do not have children of your own, so you may not yet understand: a great deal of being a parent is making choices as best you can with less knowledge than you would wish.

You may doubt my judgement, but do not doubt my love for my children.

[wolfuncaged]

[Oh damn, he really has upset her. And unlike...the majority of people he sees in his day to day existence, Galadriel is someone he actually cares about. So his reply is a little sheepish now]

I apologise. I did not mean to cause you grief. No, I do not know what it is like to have a child, or to even be one. I simply do not trust this world, and the things it offers us.

[inafadingcrown]

I know. [She takes a moment to gather herself.] And I trust it little more than you, generally. I may only say that I sensed nothing amiss and I am not easily fooled.

[And then a little bit later.] Forgive me. The events of this week have not improved my nerves, nor my temperament.

[wolfuncaged]

I truly hope you were right about that.

No. You have a right to be upset. The castle took away a child you have bonded with. It is not fair.

[inafadingcrown]

It is not fair, but that is to be expected in this place.

[wolfuncaged]

It is certainly full of cruelties.

[inafadingcrown]

Cruelties and impossibilities.

[wolfuncaged]

Yes. And yet it never runs out of new ways to torture us.

[inafadingcrown]

One may credit it, at least, with inventiveness. [Typical Galadriel jest, but it lacks the typical humor behind it. Instead, she just sounds tired. She's feeling her age.]

[wolfuncaged]

[He catches that. Fell bad for being a jackass Fenris, FEEL BAD]

That is not a great comfort.

[inafadingcrown]

No, it is not.

[wolfuncaged]

...Again, I am sorry for the trouble it has given you.

[inafadingcrown]

It has given me no more trouble than any others here. [Which is her quiet way of saying that he should be considerate of them too.] But thank you.

[wolfuncaged]

[But Mammaelf I don't wanna be considerate to the other people B(]

No I imagine it has not.