TEST DRIVE MEME #4

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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Arwen | Tolkien/LOTR | Seelie

[stillhope]

✦Banquet✦

There is so much she's still uncertain of... She longs for a familiar face, uneasy being separated from her family and love - especially in a worn-torn land. She understood their need for assistance, though she couldn't fully agree with their choice in her. There were far more valiant warriors and leaders in her land -- those that would be a great asset to such turmoil. She sits, watching the revelry unfold around her as she attempts to keep the sadness at bay. There's a stillness to her posture, an unspoken elegance that reflects on her upbringing.

She has a warm smile for any who approach, soft and inviting, though she does not go out of her way at first to introduce herself - keen blue eyes continuing to scan the gathering for another from home.


✦Wildcard - Visiting Eaglais✦

Arwen slowly moves through the forest of Breagha - intrigued by the Eaglais she's heard whispers of. Her steps are light and silent, taking the time to stop here and there to revel in the majesty of the trees. The only sound one might hear is the rustle of her dress as it moves with her. There's a peace here that calls to her, reminiscent of home. She's not sure how long she lingers beneath the boughs of Eaglais, just listening to the sounds of the forest, feeling the history of the place beneath her feet and fingers.

banquet

[silvergift]

[It's rare that Celebrían find a familiar face while here. She'd counted all her luck spent when she'd found her mother and husband months before and none sense but for Lindir's short stay. And because of that, she doesn't look too closely at those around her but those she knows well, those she loves so fully, always do draw her eye.

Her heart feels like it's skipped a beat and she's suddenly breathless. Not Arwen. Not her daughter. (And suddenly she thinks this must be how Galadriel had felt when she had seen her during their first welcome feast.)]

Arwen... my dear heart.

[stillhope]

[She can feel her own breath catch in her throat, already up and out of the chair before her brain can process the sight in front of her -- someone she thought she'd never have the luxury of seeing again.]

Mother...

[She hesitates when she finally reaches her, as if she is but an illusion that will disappear with the first touch.]

[silvergift]

[Celebrían can't bring herself to hesitate. At least not for long. It's been so many years, so very many years, since she saw her daughter last. And there had been tears then. Just as there are now, her eyes filling with tears she can't let herself shed now.]

I am here, pinig.

[She reaches, lightly caressing Arwen's cheek before pulling her into her arms and hugs her tightly.]

[stillhope]

[She loses the battle with holding back her own tears at the touch. She doesn't fight it any longer when she's pulled in for a hug. She gives it her all, pouring her emotions into -- everything she's been holding onto since her mother's departure.]

I have missed you so much.

[silvergift]

As I have missed you.

[She practically clings to her daughter, savoring the moment. Between them, just for a little while, the war between the Seelie and Unseelie doesn't have to exist. It's just mother and daughter.] There has never been a day that has gone by that I have not missed you, that I have not wondered if there was some way we could have found for me to stay.

Wildcaaaard

[bythewaves]

There's a song that she might here, eventually. A tune so soft it blends into the sound of the wind and the trees, the song of said wind, perhaps. It drifts like the wind itself, making it difficult to pinpoint, but if she persists in following it, it will lead eventually to a tall Noldo, sitting against the trees with a harp in his hands, singing soft and sweet and sad, the Star of Feanor glinting in warning on his chest.

[stillhope]

When the wind moves through her dark locks, it catches her attention, ears perking up slightly. It takes her a long moment to distinguish the tune from everything else, slowly starting to move towards it. She takes in the sight of him when she finally finds him, her approach hesitant. She was familiar with the tales of Feanor and his sons, eyes falling on the star for a long moment.

[bythewaves]

Maglor looks up sharply when he realises he is being watched, relaxing only to blink in surprise at her.

She looks like Luthien murmurs Curufin in his ears.

No Maedhros whispers She looks like Elrond.

"Lady." He says quietly, and sketches a bow from where he sits. "Your pardon. I did not realise I had company."

[stillhope]

Giving a small smile, she inclines her head before holding up a hand. "Please my lord, do not stop on my account. I heard your tune whispered on the wind and had to seek out the source for myself."

She has no intention to linger, knowing her mother and grandmother await her return, though slight curiosity holds her steady.

[bythewaves]

Maglor smiles a little in return (he is still too pale, almost fading into the shadows, his light burning as if to consume him from within, but he seems a bit more real, a bit more solid, when he smiles)

"Then I am sorry to interrupt your wanderings lady, but not overly so, if it brings such beauty to my eyes." He does not give his name - but then, he always figures the star is warning and introduction enough.

banquet

[inafadingcrown]

It is a familiar face she seeks, but it is a familiar touch that finds her. Galadriel does not bother to step around to the front of the table and make herself known more properly. At least not yet. No, first, she approaches from behind, simply placing a hand on Arwen's shoulder to draw her attention. Surprise, granddaughter.

[stillhope]

The touch startles her slightly, though she doesn't show it. There's something incredibly familiar about it, quickly turning in her seat. She cannot help but smile at the welcome surprise, raising from her seat to quickly before stepping around it.

"It warms my heart to see you."

[inafadingcrown]

Galadriel opens her arms to Arwen, an invitation for an embrace. "As it does mine to see you."

She worries, of course. This place is not kind. It is not safe and that is not where any woman wishes to see her grandchild. But Galadriel thought that they had said their last goodbyes, so, despite everything, she can't help but be grateful for this reunion.

"Though it troubles my heart also; you have had so little time to enjoy your peace."

[stillhope]

Arwen does not hesitate at the invitation, quickly closing the distance between them. She cannot help but agree with her words, though she had another chance to see her family. Something she'd accepted when they departed on the last ship.

"It is quite alright. We are together." Her mother is here. That alone is reason enough for her to have strongly mixed feelings about her time here.

[inafadingcrown]

She holds her tight and presses a soft kiss to the top of her head- and if a tear or two spills out, so be it. "So we are." Here, she pulls back a little, just to look at Arwen's face. "Your mother is here. Did you know?"

[orcsurfing]

Even in armour - unused as he may be to such weight - his steps are light, his motions elegant when Legolas sweeps Arwen off her seat and onto her feet in a light spin as if to begin a dance swift, and perhaps a little wild as they have been known in Eryn Lasgalen. There is joy to see her face once more, after the many long years that have passed since she and Aragorn both have left Arda to whatever fates await those of the mortal birth. Or choice, when given such.

But there is also anger with the monarchs for ensnaring more yet of those dear to his heart, for the moment, however, he puts it aside to bask instead in the company.

"I rejoice and grieve both to see you here," Legolas says a moment lasting no longer than a blink of an eye, his gauntlet-clad hands most gentle on her delicate wrists, his smile reflecting the very same emotions he speaks of, "Rejoice selfishly to see you, and grieve for this world, while beautiful, has more suffering to offer than happiness to all brought into it."

Out of the many, he would know it best. Thought he marks are hidden beneath soft leathers and smooth armour plates, and his hair grown out once more, longer than it has ever been, the phantom pains still follow him everywhere he goes, running along the lines of scars.

[stillhope]

She is unprepared when he twirls her, a melodic laugh escaping. She cannot help but smile, a weight lifting off of her for a moment. There's a certain air to the other elf, a feeling of safety that calms her nerves about the strange new land.

Her head dips slightly at his words, difficult to not agree with his sentiments. "Please do not let grief weigh on your heart mellon nin. Let us rejoice in the reunion, for it warms my heart to see you again." It is a gift, much like the chance to see her mother - a chance she'd believed lost forever. The cost may be high, but there would be no truth to her saying she wouldn't pay it again. She was no stranger to life-altering decisions, though she had no hand in this one.

She gives him a thoughtful look, keen eyes searching him for something unseen... Signs of the suffering he speaks of - a burden she can attempt to lighten.

[orcsurfing]

In so few words Arwen soothes the pain that comes with a thought of the shadows of war that lurk here touching her and her soul. It is still a threat and it will remain so for as long as this war lasts, but then he recalls too. He is here, and many others who would go above and beyond to keep her safe, protect her from what harm may await in the future.

"Then we shall cast aside all the shadows of Drabwurld, so that nothing may mar this moment!" His smile is bright, what may have clouded his gaze gone. Though there is still more care in his motions now, more awareness of those around them with unusual hints of distrust, even if this is the Seelie Court and they should, in theory, be surrounded by folk honourable and kind. Legolas knows better now than to trust this division, what with Tauriel having found herself in the Unseelie, and all that has happened already. "Please tell me all! How you came to be here, have you spoken with any here already?"

Slowly, Legolas releases Arwen's hands, motioning back to the seat he stole her from. "The food here, if nothing else, is safe to eat and plenty tasty, if my memory serves me right."

Still trying to nail down a canon point for her - trying before the wedding :D

[stillhope]

She can feel her concerns melt with his smile, matching the intensity with one of her own. She does not question him further, instead giving a thoughtful nod as she sits.

"I'm still not sure how I came to be here. I was moving through the forests of Imladris, observing the growing shadow when the forest was no longer my own. It was the strangest magic I have ever experienced..." Her smile saddens slightly, breaking her gaze from his for a moment. "My mother - I saw my mother." She's still attempting to wrap her mind around that - around everything here. "And my grandmother..." She reaches for his hands again. "And now you. There is a comfort in not being alone in such a strange land."

ooooh! he's 90 years after sailing sobs

[orcsurfing]

"Indeed, had my father not come with me when I first arrived to this peculiar place, I think matters would have been far more difficult for me as well," not that they have gone particularly well even with Thranduil around, yet had it all happened without him, Legolas doesn't think he'd have survived the trials he has been put through. He's stronger now, in body and soul, and he can take all that the monarchs throw at him, and though he grieves for his father still, he will not succumb to it exactly to honour him.

"Both your mother and grandmother have been here since the day I came as well," but no trial could overshadow his brightness, no suffering could truly deprive him of his brightness, as that's something that lies in his very nature. And so he smiles, offering what more comfort he may with words, and with gentle touch to her hands, "They have been great help to many folk coming from Middle Earth and... terrible as the place may be, I am certain they will love to have you at their side once more."

If for no other reason that... it will only be possible here, after a time, what with the choice Arwen made in her life.

Banquet

[rangerandking]

{The sight of her warms his heart and frightens him. What is she doing straying from Rivendell? The last he had heard concerning her was her failing health. Her life is tied to the Ring.}

Arwen... {It takes him only several quick strides to reach her. He stares at her imploringly, pain shining in his eyes.}

Mi van me? {"Where are we?"} I do not recognize this land nor do I recall bringing myself here willingly.

{His hands lift, almost as if he wants to touch her - caress her - but he's scared. If he's destined to lose her...

If she dies because of his failure...

It breaks his heart.}

/flails excitedly

[stillhope]

[When her eyes fall on him, she is out of her chair and all but running to meet him. Any fears or discomforts she held about this land slowly dim as he grows nearer.]

I do not know how I came to be here, though from what I've learned in my brief time this place is called the Drabwurld.

[Her eyes drift to his hands, his actions mirroring her own hesitations - still unsure that this isn't some elaborate dream. She studies his face for a long moment - the pain, the fear. It's enough to push her forward, needing to provide some form of comfort, something to assist in easing his burden - if only for a moment.

She gently brushes his cheek with her hand, a single tear slipping out.]

I have missed you so much meleth nín... ["my love"]

/handcuffs self to ouo

[rangerandking]

{Drabwurld. The name is filed away in the back of his mind as she comes nearer. He even forgets to properly breathe until her hand - her warm hand - touches his cheek. For the first time since he heard the terrible news concerning her health, Aragorn breathes a sigh of relief.

She's the same. Her life isn't leaving her. He has time to see the war through.

With a smile, he covers her hand with his own and turns his head to kiss her palm.}

I feared I would never lay eyes on you after Lord Elrond informed me of your fate. {His free hand seeks out her cheek, stroking the soft skin with his thumb.} I fight for you. No matter where you go, I will do all in my power to bring an end to the darkness.

{He is aware there are other choices for her. The selfless part of him prays she will travel with the other Elves and live, yet he is a man. There isn't a day he doesn't miss her - and he knows that ache will continue even if the war ends.}

yes good :D (hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I'm Emily)

[stillhope]

[She has missed his touch, knowing his words ring true. She did not wish for their reunion to be one laced with sadness, but such was the weight of her choice. She knew there would be a price to pay, her decision not entered into lightly.]

My place is by your side.

[She does not doubt his words, instead meeting his smile with one of her own. She moves to rest her forehead against his, eyes drifting shut for a moment.]

When you departed Rivendell, my heart was in your safe keeping. It, and my love, have been with you always. Nothing could sway me from my choice.

[Her path was that of Lúthien and none, not even her own father nor the chill of the growing darkness could cause her to stray from it.]