Tadchaen-a-Tad

[inafadingcrown]

[ooc: Forward dated to tomorrow morning/afternoon]

[The Five: The Knight, The Dragon, The Bard, The Wizard, and the Princess] [I.E. the people mentioned here]

My Lords. My Lady. [Nevermind the unlikelihood of a wizard, a bard, or a dragon being a lord. Better overshoot the titles than undershoot them.]

Your titles were discovered in a book, itself found under strange circumstances, that told of the history of the castles of Cair Paradisa, Libet, and the surrounding areas. If it would not trouble you overmuch, I would have word with you on the subject.

[Action for the library]

[She really should have given up on finding anything useful in this library by now. But, as they say, hope springs eternal.

So once again, you may find Galadriel searching through the stacks. Books on Paradisa or the the Five mentioned above would be lovely, but she’s aware that she’s unlikely to find them. No, most of the books in her pile are… not the sort that you would expect the Lady of Light to be reading. Dark Magic. Specifically, the type of magic fueled by human souls and emotions. If your world has such magic, you may well notice a familiar text among the titles.

Know thy enemy and so forth.

Still, this sort of thing isn’t pleasant and she’s not altogether certain that she wants others reading her thoughts on the subject, so she’s fallen back into the old habit of taking notes in Quenya using the Tengwar script.

Of course, every so often she stops and sets the books aside. The subject matter is disturbing and she finds that she can’t delve too deeply for too long. Approach? Question her about her motives? Ask about the strange writing? All of the above?]

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[persequor]

[ A massive wolf comes tearing down the path between bookshelves. A journal is clamped tightly in its jaw. A girl runs after, looking like she has been chasing after the beast for a while. She makes a frustrated sound. ]

Stupid animal!

[ The rule of maintaining silence in a library apparently doesn't apply to them. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[Thank goodness for fast elven reflexes. She's able to dart out of the way before the direwolf bowls her over. She does manage to get out a commanding:]

Daro!

[Sindarin for "stop," naturally. The tongue usually has a great effect on animals, whether they were raised hearing it or not. In Paradisa, it's about 50/50. But it's worth a try.]

[persequor]

[ Nymeria stops, but she looks more than a little annoyed. A growl rips out of her. Arya barely reins in fast enough to avoid crashing.

Chasing cats is nothing compared to chasing a playful wolf.

She tries to take her journal back, but Nymeria turns her head away. ]

That is not yours! You— [ She falls silent abruptly when she gets a good look at Galadriel. Her mouth drops open. ]

[wilder]

[oh yes. He's SO very questioning. In fact he'll speak up from behind her]

Interesting reading selection, my lady.

[inafadingcrown]

[Of course, he is. This isn't exactly going to help convince him that she's trustworthy, is it?]

Interesting is one word. Sickening is another. It is fortunate I am blessed with a strong stomach.

[She'll set down her pen and turn to face him.] You are aware, I assume, of the text that was found in that alternate realm?

[wilder]

[At least he didn't catch you performing some dark ritual...? 8D;;]

[He doesn't bother replying to the first part. Of course it's sickening. But he'll nod at the second.]

I've heard of it.

[amiable]

[ Uru knows it's rude to disturb people at work in the library, but she really enjoys Galadriel's company. It always feels like passing into a dream when she's nearby.

She's got a couple of random books in her arms, all of the fiction sort. She approaches slowly, tapping one of the shelves to indicate her presence. ]

Hello, Galadriel!

[inafadingcrown]

Ah, Uru. [She smiles, sets down her quill, and pulls out a chair adjacent to the one she's seated in.]

I could use a moment of distraction, if you would indulge me.

[amiable]

[ And like an eager puppy, she skips right on over. ]

Okay! I was worried I might be interrupting something at first.

[psych0p0mps]

[At the next table over, there's a copy of Voyage to the Middle of the Planet propped up. At first glance it might seem abandoned, but a closer look would reveal a miniature Aradia sitting on a hacky-sack in front of it, telekinetically turning the page every so often.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Well, that's a sight. Just when she thinks she's gotten used to most things around here...]

Aradia?

[thehangedrose]

[Reading is truly a wonderful thing. Honestly, if Garry had the choice between having a lot of money or having a lot of books, ehe would choose the books every single time. There is something friendly and familiar about them, and honestly, in times of great sadness, they've been the only things around to cheer him up, his only friends.]

[So, he's scouring the aisles for something new when he spots the very pretty lady walking along the stacks like he is. But what interests him even more is the strange writing on the notes in her hands- it almost looks like art itself, the way it winds across the pages.]

[Don't mind the strange-looking guy with the tattered coat and bright purple hair wandering over, Galadriel. He means no harm.]

Oh...that's very pretty! Your writing, I mean.

[inafadingcrown]

Oh. [She glances down at her notes and smiles.] You have my thanks. It is tengwar, the Elven script of my world.

[endless_destruction]

[Here, have a very tall, somewhat familiar face entering the Library, curious about it's contents himself. He looks at you, then at what you're reading, and a look of concern crosses his face.]

A little light reading, Lady Galadriel?

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, come now, don't give her that look.]

"Light" is hardly the word for it. [A pause] Forgive me, but would you remind me of your name? [Oh, you're remembering right, Galadriel. It's just strange.]

[courageous_wit]

[So you like the library, eh? Hermione practically lives there! She is going around looking at books for her own research when she sees Galadriel]

Hello. Are you finding anything interesting?

[inafadingcrown]

[There's a reason she likes Hermione. It's a not so big secret that older elves tend to be giant nerds. They are just so elegant no one makes fun of them for it.]

Interesting, certainly. Whether it will prove to be fruitful is another matter.

Action - Allllll the CR :3

[wizard_redfive]

[With her month-long loss only recently ended, Dairine has not been in the library in a really long time. Which is, in her mind, an absolute disgrace.

Thus the reason why she is currently rooting though the shelves for new arrivals and old favorites. By the time she notices Galadriel, Dairine already has a handful selected. Grinning, she walks over.]

Hey, Galadriel. Fancy seeing you here!

:3

[inafadingcrown]

Dairine. Will you not join me? [She could use the distraction. There's only so long she can read this stuff without interruption.]

[draca]

[ Alas no questioning from this one, she is far more interested in the scope of this library.

Once she was convinced her dragons were in no immediate danger she deceived to venture out, the bond between them is strong, if danger were to befall them she would feel it.

With the bronze-and-green dragon, Rhaegal, perched on her shoulder she walks through the library. Eyes wide with wonder despite the level mask she keeps. She hasn't seen this many books in a long time, it amazes her. The information that is stored here, the stories. Tales of all sorts.

It is simply beautiful. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[Well, if anything is sure to draw her attention away from her task, a woman carrying a dragon on her shoulder is certainly it.

She doesn't say anything at first- simply watches from afar for a time. Perhaps it shouldn't be strange to her, to see a woman so comfortable and confident with a dragon on her shoulder; one of her dearest friends here is a dragon, after all. But there's still a part of her that can't imagine allowing that creature to be so close to her, even such a small one. A part that still keenly remembers the fires of the First Age.

Which makes her wonder- who is this young woman? What is her tale? She remains in her seat, but her gaze is heavy. It would be surprising if Daenerys did not feel it.]

[crownless_king]

[Now, Travis is a man of simple tastes. The odd manga, the occasional drink, and perhaps a deathmatch or two every so often. But there's something particularly stunning about a beautiful (not sexy, not hot, but legitimately, fairy tale beautiful) lady sitting down in the middle of a weird library, reading up on the darkest of arts.

Black magic.

And eventually, slowly closing up his graphic novel, he just has to lean over from his seat and look over the titles of the various books. Most have none, most are impossible to read, one mentions something about Cthulhu and he's fucking skipping on past that one at a brisk and panicked pace. One is an obnoxious bright yellow book reading "The Grimdark Black Arts for Dummies". So on, so forth, so much and so dark]

Not sure if practising sorceress, or just really morbidly curious.

[inafadingcrown]

Neither, in fact, but rather one who seeks to better understand an enemy. [She's been called a sorceress before, but that's neither her nor there.]

[exanimatus]

[and because Zelman can't just enter the scene like a normal person, he'll talk from on top of a nearby bookshelf... where he may or may not have been taking a nap.]

Hm. Odd books for a Lady of Light to be reading.

[inafadingcrown]

[She's rather accustomed to his odd entrances by now, so she says nothing of it. Her eyes barely leave her notes, in fact.]

Even the brightest light must be aware of the darkness surrounding it.