Tadchaen-a-Eneg; backdated to before the plot

[inafadingcrown]

[Private]

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Five other castles (at the least)- why have we seen so little of them?

-Libet: [page number]
-Enigma: [Same page number here] Nothing is known regarding this castle save its location on the map.
-Draconis: Notes from Lastlook indicate the presence of another castle, one which was brought down by the plague we ourselves experienced not long ago. [page number page number] There remains the possibility that this is the proper name for Cair Enigma. Given the name, it is likely linked to the “Dragon” of “The Five.”

We have, then, knowledge of three lesser castles, at the most, and two at the least. Two are abandoned, having experienced major disasters. It is also worth noting that, in both instances, records indicate the castles had ceased communication with their residents- as ours had until recently.

Do other castles remain undiscovered? Might they still be populated?

[And all of these notes leave her....not much further than she was before. Sigh.]

[End private]

[Galadriel hates December. She really does. No matter how she tries, she can’t seem to avoid the castle’s shenanigans this time of year. And, as much as she would love to, she can’t exactly spend the entire month in her room, nor can she hang off Celeborn’s arm constantly, in the hopes that he’d be the only one she’d kiss.

So, in need of some fresh air, she wraps her cloak about her and heads to the stables- it may be cold, but a ride would do her good. And it seemed a good way to escape people.

There’s only one problem with this plan: she has to get from her room to the stables and there are plenty of nutcrackers decorating the castle along the way.]

[ooc: open for kissing shenanigans]

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[persequor]

It's just surprising. [ Mumbled more to the ground than to Gladdy.

Aemon noses her. Where his other treats, girl. ]

[inafadingcrown]

[She gives a little understanding nod and drops the subject. Aemon is what Galadriel is interested in right now, anyway. Yes, this is the first time the elf has seen a unicorn. Go figure.]

I have never seen a creature quite like him- a horse but not a horse.

[persequor]

He's not a horse at all. He's a unicorn. Haven't you stories about them?

[inafadingcrown]

We do not. Perhaps you might tell me some of these stories one day. [Just casually hoping Arya forgot about her request for storytime from the elf.]

[persequor]

We can trade stories then.

[ n o p e ]

[inafadingcrown]

[Damn it.]

I did promise you a tale or two, didn't I? [Maybe she can weasel her way into telling some less depressing tales.] It sounds a fair enough trade.

[persequor]

[ She picks up a fallen apple and feeds it to Aemon as she talks. ]

Do you know of Sawron and the ring? Is that his name? Soron, Sow...

[inafadingcrown]

[And Galadriel visibly starts. Her face even pales! If she ever doubted the elf could react with proper emotion, she has been proven wrong.]

Where have you heard such things, child?

[persequor]

[ ...well. with that reaction, she sure isn't mentioning names. ]

I overheard someone talking about it. They mentioned Middle-Earth too so I thought you would know of it.

[inafadingcrown]

[It's a matter of elimination. She'll figure it out eventually. And ground the young elf. Send him to his room without supper. But for now she just purses her lips.]

Someone has a loose tongue. I know of it well. You speak of the war that waits for me upon my return.

[persequor]

Oh.

[ Does she mention they win or would that be inappropriate. ]

Is your lord husband fighting in it?

[inafadingcrown]

[Legolas already spilled the beans on that one. But it's one thing to know it and another to see it for yourself. She knows that much still lies ahead for her.]

The Enemy is not yet bold enough to assault Lórien. When the time comes we will both move in defense of our realm.

[persequor]

What of other realms?

[inafadingcrown]

We do for them what we can. But our first duty is to our own people.

[persequor]

Can you tell me about the ring?

[inafadingcrown]

[She debates for a moment, but...there was no harm in telling her what was common knowledge, at least.]

What have you been told already? It is a long tale and I would know where to begin.

[persequor]

Um...I remember something about it being made in the fires of a mountain. And it could only be unmade there. And a group set off to destroy it. And there were little people. But they weren't dwarves. They had a different name.

[inafadingcrown]

You speak of hobbits. Their tale, I fear, I may tell only to a point; it is in the making still. But whoever began this story neglected the beginning.

I could tell you of the making of the Ring and of the battle of the Last Alliance, if you wish.

[persequor]

Did you raise your banners then?

[inafadingcrown]

We did. [They were different banners at the time, but that's hardly the point.] A great force marched upon Sauron- a united army of Men and Elves from all nations.

[persequor]

And then what?

[inafadingcrown]

In Mordor, before the Black Gates of Sauron's fortress, they were met by a vast army of orcs- millions, some say. This was meant to be the final battle- no prisoners would be taken that day and this knowledge lent a ferocity to each sides. The losses were for our side, but the odds slowly turned in our favor.

But then Sauron himself took to the field- a black, foreboding figure, in the shape of a man yet much greater in both size and power. He bore the Ring upon his finger and this only heightened what fell arts he already possessed. The Elven king Gil-Galad and the King of Gondor, Elendil both sprang to meet him. They fought long and hard, and dealt him many a harsh blow. Yet, in the end, both were slain.

As Elendil fell, his famed sword, Narsil, was crushed beneath him. Anguished, Elendil's son Isilidur ran to his father's side. Sauron loomed overhead, ready to end the son just as he had the father. But then Isilidur took up the remnants of his father's sword and struck out at him with all his might.

[And she'll pause here for dramatic effect.]

[persequor]

Did he do it? Did he defeat him? [ did isildur shank that hobag for killing his daddy? ]

[inafadingcrown]

The blow severed Sauron's ring finger from his hand, separating the Dark Lord from the Ring to which he had bound himself. He fell and, like a dark cloud, his spirit fled into the East, where it lay dormant for many centuries thereafter.

/not here lol

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[Far in another part of the castle, Legolas suddenly feels a chill. Oops?]