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[heal_theworld]

[Martel is wandering around the city again, because she really needs to get more familiar with it, after what happened a week ago, when she met Elrond. Are there more elves and half-elves in the city? Or is it just a fluke? ...She should really ask. So she sits down on a bench in a quiet part of town and opens her journal. But then she pauses for a moment, as there's another reason she's been coming to town: To look for a good weapons shop for a dagger or even a manageable sword. She's tired of carrying around just her staff, especially after the expedition and being attacked while she had no defenses. It never hurts to be prepared. But the search hasn't exactly been going well, and she's not exactly rich. She admits that she may need some help.

She could ask Yuan...but then she would have to admit exactly what happened that day and her feelings on the matter. Zelos she could ask, but then again, he's the one who brought it to her attention. She didn't want to burden him more that he probably already felt with looking after her. So that really left only one person to ask.]


...Has anyone ever heard of there being elves or half-elves among the townspeople?



Do you...ever use anything other than the Buster to fight? Like a regular sword?


{And with that, she sets her journal aside and just sits, enjoying the day.]

Comments

[inafadingcrown]

He is wed to my daughter, the father of my grandchildren. It seems the castle has returned him, albeit in a rather peculiar manner.

[heal_theworld]

[It doesn't take long to put two and two together.] ...He's like all the people who were in different world that forgot everything. Like me.

[inafadingcrown]

Indeed. This is the first I have seen such a thing without an accompanying world change, however.

[heal_theworld]

...So, he's been running a bookstore in tow since he 'left'?

[inafadingcrown]

So he believes. I am sure I would have taken note, had he been there.

[heal_theworld]

Maybe you just haven't noticed because of the Castle.

He's a very nice man, though. He took me to lunch after I accidentally walked into him.

[inafadingcrown]

Mayhaps. [Somehow that doesn't make her any happier. If the castle can cloud her thoughts without her knowing...]

It does not surprise me; in our world, he is renowned for his hospitality.

[heal_theworld]

After I got past the fact that he wasn't from the Castle, of course. We had quite a nice talk.

[inafadingcrown]

What did you discuss, if I may ask?

[heal_theworld]

Oh, the difference between townspeople and Castle people.

[inafadingcrown]

He did not seem overly fond of castle residents when we spoke.

[heal_theworld]

Oh, he doesn't mind them, if they're polite and treat him with respect. [...Was that Martel calmly telling Galadriel she possibly was rude? Maybe.]

[inafadingcrown]

[...Martel.] I suppose attempting to bring back his memories did not endear me to him.

[heal_theworld]

Nobody tried to bring back mine. They came to me on my own.

[inafadingcrown]

[There's a little pause. Galadriel is...not very good at admitting she might have been wrong.]

I suppose... I may have been overhasty. [Softly] There is very little kin remaining to me. To have him here and remember nothing- [Abrupt stop. That was selfish, wasn't it? She wanted him to remember for her sake and not for his.]

[heal_theworld]

I know, it must be upsetting to know that part of your family doesn't remember. But... It has to be hard for him too. Because he can't remember, and you keep telling him you know him.

[inafadingcrown]

I know...

[She falls silent for a moment, considering, before writing in a filter.]

Do you have a moment? I would prefer to speak of this in person.

[heal_theworld]

[She was not expecting this...whatever it is.] I'm in town right now, so if you don't mind the walk...? Or I could come back up.

[inafadingcrown]

[This is Galadriel realizing that she can't bottle everything up forever.]

The walk is no trouble. Where shall I meet you?

[heal_theworld]

I'm sitting on a bench outside of [insert name here]. I'll still be here for a while.

[inafadingcrown]

I will be there shortly.

[And when she gets there she'll seat herself beside Martel, looking... strangely hesitant. Someone isn't as good at talking about her own feelings as she is at telling other people that they need to.]

Martel.

[heal_theworld]

Galadriel. [She looks over at her.] What's wrong?

[inafadingcrown]

[There's a pause. If she backs out now, she can still avoid talking about this- no, no. That won't do any good. Martel is too much like her.]

I have yet to tell you have my daughter. Or of my husband's loss. Is that not so? [Because it's going to take a while to explain this completely. It's complicated.]

[heal_theworld]

[...This is new information.] No, you didn't tell me that you had a daughter. Or about your husband's loss.

PRETEND I DIDN'T TYPO ALL OVER THAT LAST COMMENT

[inafadingcrown]

[There's a little sigh.] My daughter is my husband's loss. Before I told him otherwise, he thought we were childless.

To worsen matters, the memory of her is all that is left to us. She sailed into the West long ago. The reasons behind this choice were...not pleasant. She suffered. She suffered greatly.

Lord Elrond is her husband. I had hoped- [She looks away, not wanting Martel to see the tears threatening to spill, but her voice cracks a little despite herself.] I do not want to carry her memory alone.

I cannot speak of this to Celeborn; that he does not remember hurts him too greatly. [So she's said nothing of it to anyone, naturally.]