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WHO: Galadriel and you!
WHAT: Catch all for Firstfall/November, specifically includes Sulevin Blade/Mirror of Galadriel adventures.
WHEN: All of Firstfall.
WHERE: Various, largely Skyhold but also the Warden Camp.
NOTES: To be edited if needed.

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With the Outsider now having moved into Thranduil's rooms, there are a few differences. Perhaps most notably are the piles of bones, both natural and carved, stacked near the bed that the Outsider has claimed (or been ushered to, as is more likely) and the increase in darker colors, especially blacks, blues, and purples. There is also the fact that one of Thranduil's rings is on his finger instead of one of the all black rings.

It's the elven ringed hand that grasps the bottle of wine, turning it this way and that before setting it on the table. Both hands settle in his lap and then the cork seemingly pops itself out, telekineses having tugged and pulled it out. The cork then rests on top of the deck, a subtle but clear "ta-da" for their approval.

"The two of you have had that benefit of practice with others," he says after a moment, head tilting toward Galadriel. "I have watched many games and many players, but playing against another is a more recent development."

He smiles, a pleasure born of pride, a quirk of his lips wholly accredible to the Outsider's actions. He leans forward to take the cork, tapping it against the top of the deck idly. What game, indeed?

"What, cousin, you think I would cheat?" But he hands the deck over to hear, taking the wine and pouring a measure in all their glasses before settling back against the chair and crossing his legs, lazily taking up the whole of the space allotted to him.

"Deer in the glade?" He suggests, breaking to take a sip of his wine. "Fool? Or perhaps twenty-four, which is good to begin with. It might help him settle in. Galadriel, what was the game you taught Celeborn? The one with the piles."

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"Cheating? Certainly not," Galadriel replies even as she starts to shuffle the deck. "Cheating implies that you might be caught out."

The cards flow through her fingers with a suspicious ease, bending and arcing in ways that seem quite simple but would be prodigiously difficult to duplicate. It was the ease of many years practice--ten thousand or so, to be precise--and she regards the Outsider as she works.

"Perhaps you would prefer to start with something simple to practice? Watching and participating are oft very different." She glances sidelong at Thranduil, answering his question as she offers the Outsider a solution: "We can begin with Tides, the game I taught my husband ere we were wed."

She taps the deck on the table and cuts it in into thirds, setting each before them as she does.

"It is a game of chance, and fairly simple. Flip your card upward and the highest value takes the tide and all the cards. You must claim the whole of them to be named victorious."

"Perhaps he would be, with a second pair of eyes," the Outsider purrs, stretching a bit in his seat. For the moment, he has all the grace of a content cat, lazily watching the shuffling of the deck and the pouring of wine.

It's a lazy ease with which he beckons his wine glass to him; he uses his magic so rarely for anything outside of combat these days that being able to do so without fear of judgement is a relief. It's caught in careful fingers and he takes his own sip, chuckling softly against the glass at the name of the game.

"I do like the name, if nothing else. I believe there is a similar one that the sailors sometimes play in my own world." Might as well save the more complex games for when they've had more to drink. That's a good plan, right?

"Both of you are wretched," he croons, tossing his hair so it lays over the back of the chair and not pressed between his back and the back of the chair. "I would never do such a thing."

But the clothes the Outsider wears and the clothes he intends to eventually provide Galadriel with-- he is enjoying seeing her in more Manly raiment-- are bought from coin acquired from such little adventures. More honestly what he means is that he would never cheat them.

They actually might be able to follow through with threats.

(Or perhaps he's genuinely fond of both of them.)

"As you like, my lady." He leans forward just enough to have his pile within reach so he might follow along.

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