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?]

Comments

[draca]

I imagine it is difficult to see it for yourself, the castle... feasting.

[inafadingcrown]

It is. Even I, whose vision is greater than most, can see nothing more than Darkness, mist, and shadow.

[draca]

It is hard to be surprised. This castle would want it's prisoners discovering so much about it that they can free themselves.

[inafadingcrown]

[You don't understand. It's surprising because she can't find a way around it. :|]

Precisely so. And it is far more able to hide what it wishes than most.

[draca]

[ Whatever, whatever, she don't know about your amazingness Galadriel. ]

So you cannot cease digging for the truth.

[inafadingcrown]

[Give her time, she'll find out. :3]

I have no intention of standing idly by and waiting for my return. I am needed by my realm and my people.

[draca]

As I am needed in mine.

[inafadingcrown]

Then I will pray you are returned quickly.

[draca]

I pray we are both returned to our people swiftly.

[inafadingcrown]

I fear I have been here far too long for any return to be deemed "swift," but you have my thanks all the same.

[draca]

May I ask how long you have been here?

[inafadingcrown]

It has been a year and some months now- longer than most, yet not so long as some.

[draca]

I have heard as such, yet it still baffles my mind to hear. A year is a long time indeed to spend in this place.

[inafadingcrown]

Longer than I would like, certainly. But I have not yet lost hope.

[draca]

Hope would have fled lessen men by now, I admire your strength.