28 Red Letters

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora has finally decided to bite the bullet and go out into the snow. She figures it's probably going to be around for at least another month so she might as well do something, right?

Right.

So she's decided to try her hand at snow sculptures. Some might just make snow men. She got a little more creative with the idea. She's set herself up a fair distance away from the strange people under the light, not wanting to be disrespectful of whatever that's supposed to be. Humming softly to herself she puts the finishing touches on a shark heading straight for an unsuspecting snowman.]

((OOC: That's right, kids. Nora's making Calvin and Hobbes snowmen outside. COME JOIN HER! She, uh, may have put firecrackers in a few of them, too. So watch out for exploding snowmen.))

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[eat_me_beat_me]

[She smiles sweetly] thank you. That means a lot.

[inafadingcrown]

You need not thank me for speaking my mind. I do not give idle praise; it would not have been said if it were not truly meant.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Still... it's like, most adults where I come from treat us like we're just kids and we don't know what we're talking about. It's been pretty refreshing to have people actually listen to me, here. For them to say that I have good ideas or that I'm doing something right.

[inafadingcrown]

[She laughs a little] There are very few here who are not young in my eyes. Were I to pay heed only to those of my age, I should listen to a handful at most. A mind grows stagnant if it is not nourished and oft the old and wise require the enthusiasm and perspective of youth as balance.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She grins. She has too much respect to ask her her age, though she IS curious.]

That's beautiful. I wish I could write as well as you speak.

[inafadingcrown]

[She'll drop a hint. Galadriel actually has no problem with people asking her age; when you are immortal, there's really no stigma on being old. Quite the opposite, in fact.]

I have had many hundreds of years of practice.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Hundreds? So... like the Doctor?

[inafadingcrown]

Something like, yes, though he would be counted quite young in the reckoning of my people.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She laughs] The Doctor. Young?

[inafadingcrown]

Oh, indeed. He is not yet half the age of my youngest grandchild.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Wow. I... can't imagine living that long. Isn't it sad? Watching everything change?

[inafadingcrown]

[She smiles, ever-so slightly, the way a mother might when her child has done something particularly clever.]

Rare is the mortal who sees such things. I had not expected to hear that wisdom from the lips of one so young. It may be. Indeed, it is that woe that weighs most heavily upon us; there comes a time when most can longer bear it and sail West to Valinor, the Undying Lands, where all is as unchanging as we.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She smiles at the compliment] I don't really do a hell of a lot besides read, write and make things. It gives me a lot of time to think about stuff. Like, when I read a book about someone who wanted to live forever it got me thinking...

[She bites her lip as she lets what Galadriel sink in] So... when you get tired of living in the world you just sail off to this other place? What's there?

[inafadingcrown]

[She still smiles, but there's something slightly sad in it- nostalgic, perhaps- and there's a reverence in her voice, mixed in the longing.]

The land of my youth- the great cities of Tirion, Valmar, and Alqualondë. And home to the Valar themselves.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Everything has such beautiful names where you're from. It sounds so much more interesting than my home.

[inafadingcrown]

All of us are intrigued by the homes of others, I think. But I am pleased you think highly of what little I have told you.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Well I'm sure you've heard a lot already but is there anything you'd like to know about where I'm from?

[inafadingcrown]

I have found I most enjoy hearing of that which is most important to the teller of the tale? What would you have me know? What would you share of your world and your life?

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She shrugs] My life wasn't all that interesting before I met Mark, honestly. I went to school, drew, skipped class, wrote, listened to the radio... I never really did anything special until I decided to figure out who he was.

[inafadingcrown]

You may be surprised what is of interest to others. Before my arrival here I had no knowledge of radios and I never attended school as you are like to know it.

[eat_me_beat_me]

You never went to school? [She laughs] Now I'm really jealous. How did you learn everything you know?

[inafadingcrown]

My brothers and I were all tutored privately; my father's position made it something of a necessity. [Can't have the children of the High King running around without some amount security.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

I guess that's something like being home schooled where I'm from. Did you get to spend time with kids your age outside your family?

[inafadingcrown]

We did, with the other children of my father's court. Naturally, however, a great many of those were my cousins. [She had rather a lot.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

How big a family do you have? Though... I suppose when you live that long the families get pretty big, huh.