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faderift2016-04-19 12:06 pm
laurenande) wrote in faderift2016-04-19 12:06 pm
[OPEN] - Conversations and Company
WHO: Galadriel and anyone!
WHAT: Galadriel has finally been released from jail and is (relatively) free to go about her business.
WHEN: Just slightly backdated. Set before the Illness event (so before 4/16-18), late Drakonis to early Cloudreach?
WHERE: Various - Skyhold
NOTES: No warnings just yet, but I will update accordingly.
(Relevant links, mostly for my personal reference, but hey, why not share? In loose chronological order...and probably only about half of the total relevant threads: Cassandra and Galadriel's Interrogation Fiasco, Galadriel in Jail, Gavin Fails To Save The Day But We Still Love Him, Obi-Wan Kenobi's 'This Is Not How You Do Law Enforcement' Network Post, and Thranduil and Legolas Arrive To Actually Save The Day. And Also: Faderift Civil War OOC Planning Post. )
WHAT: Galadriel has finally been released from jail and is (relatively) free to go about her business.
WHEN: Just slightly backdated. Set before the Illness event (so before 4/16-18), late Drakonis to early Cloudreach?
WHERE: Various - Skyhold
NOTES: No warnings just yet, but I will update accordingly.
(Relevant links, mostly for my personal reference, but hey, why not share? In loose chronological order...and probably only about half of the total relevant threads: Cassandra and Galadriel's Interrogation Fiasco, Galadriel in Jail, Gavin Fails To Save The Day But We Still Love Him, Obi-Wan Kenobi's 'This Is Not How You Do Law Enforcement' Network Post, and Thranduil and Legolas Arrive To Actually Save The Day. And Also: Faderift Civil War OOC Planning Post. )
1. Indoors, Open
Once she had been released, (for that was what it had been; she was not so naive that she would mistake it for being freed, not while the eyes of the Inquisition watched her so keenly,) Galadriel found the fortress far less hospitable than it had been. The stones themselves were not aware enough to influence the world about them, but the rumors that had spread while she was indisposed were, apparently, many and malicious. Where the men that worked and bustled through the keep had, previously, been content to stare at her and shuffle on, now they lingered in her periphery and, rather than pass her by, expended great effort to grant her a wide berth.
Galadriel was less troubled by this behavior than one might expect, she had considerable practice ignoring the slights and follies of mortal men. No, what truly taxed her patience were the guard who trailed after her every step. They were unsubtle in their duty, clad in full branded plate as they were, and their every rattle and footfall was a reminder of the slight Cassandra had paid her. The templars kept some distance from her, lingering in the threshold of rooms or the landing of stairs, but they were ever in sight.
She could not say what purpose they were meant to serve, stalking about in her wake, but whatever it was, they did so clumsily and without foresight. So, as she went to locate her belongings, she attempted to ignore the templars that watched her.
Her possessions, few as they were, had been disturbed from their resting place in the rotunda. Her notes, pages upon pages of tight tengwar script and scattered Theodosian letters, were missing from the table in the corner. Her cloak remained, as did the crimson jerkin and the thread she'd spun to embroider it, but the phial and her staff had yet to reappear alongside them. The books she had borrowed, somehow, had not been moved and beneath them, the most current page of her notes still rested. She had been interrupted from this task and, as she looked at the page, the boldfaced clatter of plate armor disturbed the stillness of the tower.
Had she any less restraint she might've sighed. As it was, she simply cast the human guard a long look and then took a seat at the table in the corner. Resuming her work was a simple thing and, if she refrained from wandering about she would not be forced to endure the noisy gait of her attendants.
(Feel free to have your character run into Galadriel (and company) as she transcribes historical texts into tengwar, as she returns her borrowed (and long overdue) books to the library, or as she sits at a desk and stares, dispassionately, at the awkward pair of templars in the corner.)
2. Outdoors, Open
It was early spring in Thedas and, while she had only been kept from the sunlight for a short time, she had longed to breath the bright spring air and stand beneath the vast blue sky. Galadriel relished the spring and, as she lingered in the garden she could nearly forget where she was. There was a certain ease that came over her in the crisp air of spring, some joy that made her lighter and, indeed, brighter for know it; it alarmed her minders but she paid them little attention as she strolled through the beds of the garden.
She supposed the scene might've been amusing, were it not so grievously offensive to her.
Galadriel seated herself on a bench in the sunshine, confident that she was removed from the comings and goings of those who worked in the gardens, and the pair of templars crowded behind her. They scowled into the sunshine and their expressions maintained as she settled the crimson jerkin in her lap and began embroidering. They regarded her work as one might regard a knife being sharpened and, to her intense amusement, were either unable to detect or too distracted to note the quiet enchantment she stitched into the swath of crimson silk.
(It's spring! It's also probably sometime close to the literal crack of dawn. Please join Galadriel as she embroiders while being closely watched.)
3. Shopping, Open
The merchants that frequented Skyhold had been, until recently, an understanding and agreeable sort. She had never had conflict with any one of them. They had always been gracious helpful in all her dealings, scattered as they were, but it seemed the rumors regarding her arrest had found their way to all corners of the Keep.
She was polite as she spoke to them but, one by one, they declined to trade with her. While nothing she offered or sought was particularly suspect, none of them, it seemed, wished to risk the conflict.
(What does an elf have to do to buy some wool around here? Apparently they have to manifest a friend to help them buy it. Or someone to tell her to move along. Feel free to join Galadriel as she attempts/fails to shop!)
4. Wildcard
(If none of the above appeal and you would still like to do something, please have at! Galadriel will be in Skyhold, here and there. If you have any questions, please hit me up
Individual Starters:
(Proofreading the lot of them at the moment, I will ping relevant parties as I update!.)
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Katniss let herself be led, as the templars didn't seem to know what precisely was happening at all. Why clue them in? Not a damned reason in the world.
"So, they are the only three half-bloods in your entire kingdom?" Maker's Breath, and all the Creators combined.
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"His kingdom is its own."
It would have required quite some time to explain to Katniss about the state of nobility in Middle-earth, or even the houses of the Noldor and how the High Kingship passed. Implying Elrond was a King was a lie, but only of omission, and she let it stand. Even with its inaccuracies, it was a far better explanation than a precise account could hope to be.
"There may be a few that I do not know, but it is not terribly common. The Eldar rarely love more than once, and while time cannot slay us, grief is all too capable of it. To take a mortal love is..."
Galadriel drew a long breath and sounded somewhat distant as she finished that thought.
"...to resign yourself to fading."
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She looked grave at that, before she sighed herself. "Yes, that is what the Dalish think of the half-bloods. That we taint the line, we are going to slowly kill out elvhen altogether."
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"No, I did not mean--" Galadriel began but, in her haste, found her own words wanting. It was exceedingly rare for the elven woman to halt once she had begun, she spoke with great care and aforethought, but here she stopped herself. The fading of the Eldar was not important, not to Katniss, nor to Thedas, and explaining it was worth very little. Her correction would be put to far better use as an assurance.
"Do not lament love, nor the products of it," Galadriel urged her quietly. "Love is often our grandest achievement, whether we live for all the ages of the earth or far less, and no line, nor house, nor kingdom of men or elves has ever been weaker for embracing it."
She paused, in the sunshine, and offered Katniss a sad sort of smile.
"My granddaughter...she has bound herself to a mortal love. While I grieve for her death, I cannot refuse her such joy. Her children, should she bear any, will be no less my kin than she, whether they linger on or live swift lives."
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Galadriel's words, however, were the right balm for an old wound. If an elf like Galadriel could see no curse in being a half-born, then truly, what the full bloods said on either side of the line? Was a load of malarky.
"My father never did - but I know that my mother must have. I wish she and her kin were as enlightened as the elves from your world, Galadriel." It is a sincere thought, right to the core of her.
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"I cannot imagine there is such difference, but you would know better than I the state of elves in these lands," Galadriel said. "One day, the world will change. It does, inevitably, and if I can see it bettered...in cases as this, I would."
The templars behind her had regained their faculties during their conversation and, as Galadriel reached to set a hand on Katniss's shoulder, one of them made a short, warning sound. Had she not just strained their minds so badly, she would have taken exception to the limitation. As it was, Galadriel relented and inclined her head to the woman instead.
"A dress, you asked for? If you have her measurements, send them to me and I shall see it made."
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The look she shoots the templars is pure ice, grey and flat, a look that even templars have to take a moment to regain their stoic expressions. Then she looks back up at Galadriel, tipping her head.
"Of course. I'll messenger them over to you, right away. And please let me know if there is anything else I can do for you, my lady."
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Galadriel stood upright a moment later and cast her guard a dry but vaguely bemused look. Their attention was on her, fitful as it was, and she encouraged it as she retrieved her bag of wool and led them back toward the Keep.
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