LUNAR FESTIVAL | DAY ONE | ELDERS & FEAST

[paradisamods]

[Another day in Paradisa. One decorated in lights of all sorts-- lights and lanterns gracing each building in a warming array of colors and brightness. It seems to be something rather festive, a delightful change in the scenery of the castle.

In the courtyard, two bright lights can be seen stretching high into the sky, shining even in spite of the broad daylight.

What could be under these lights, one may wonder, as they catch the eye of any onlooker... in which there seems to be two figures beneath them.

Now, do you find interest in them, the increased number of fireworks within one's reach, or the feast that seesm to begin to pique within the lavishly decorated dining room?

And what is with these red envelopes?]

<sub>[ LUNAR FESTIVAL EVENTS: OOC POST | ELDER: AMI FEY | ELDER: TAKEZO KENSEI | SUNDOWN FEAST*

* As the Warcraft event is based loosely off of Chinese New Year, feel free to reference such foods if your character is familiar with those delicacies!

OPEN TO ALL! MINGLE MINGLE MINGLE! GET THAT CR!]</sub>

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[heloise]

I would even stay with you until you leave. Keep you company. [ Times like these she wonders how old Galadriel really is. ] Do you have elders, Galadriel?

[inafadingcrown]

I am among the eldest of my kind to remain in Middle-Earth. Círdan the Shipwright dwells there still- mayhaps a few others. Most have long since passed into the Undying Lands, West of the Sea. Though, I suppose the castle could draw them from there as well. [Very old is the answer. Very, very old.]

[heloise]

Is the Undying Lands a sort of Heaven? [ She would ask, only it is not recommended to do so of ladies. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[She laughs, but it's less warm than usual- it actually sounds a little bitter.] Not as you are like to think of it. It is the home of the Valar and the ancient Elvenhome; there all is unfading as we. There I was born in the days before the sun.

I have told you that my kind does not succumb to age as do mortals; we nonetheless feel its weight upon our shoulders. It is the custom for those who have grown weary and burdened with memory to return to the Undying Lands. [And until very recently, it was forbidden to her.]

[heloise]

[ She considers this for a minute. ] I suppose is not only in the body but also in the soul. Is it where you may find spiritual healing? Renewal?

[inafadingcrown]

[She smiles softly] You are swift to reach these understandings.

[heloise]

[ She smiles in return, bashful yet proud. ] I should know. It is my father's, and my brother's, duty to unburden the flocks of their sins, cleanse their souls.

[inafadingcrown]

A heavy responsibility. [Her own duties may be great, but at least she made no claims to affect the souls of others. Looking after her own was task enough.]

[heloise]

Indeed. [ She gets nostalgic. ] I know you are a noblewoman, Galadriel, but you have spoken little of your home.

[inafadingcrown]

What would you know? [Warning: Galadriel gets excessively poetic on this subject.]

[heloise]

I would know how it feels to wake in your room, Galadriel. What views greet you? What sweet sounds rise to your windows?

[inafadingcrown]

From my window you would see the city of Caras Galadhon spread out before you and further, perhaps, on a clear day- you might see more of Lórien, my Golden Woods. For, as with all of Caras Galadhon, my home rests in the branches of a great Mallorn tree. You would awake to the soft sounds of the city beginning to stir, mingled with the ever-present song of the forest.