TEST DRIVE #6

[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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[elvenwise]

[ These halls are a little confusing to the uninitiated. He's only been a resident for a few hours, and most of the time has been spent schmoozing at the feast. Now he's ready to explore a little, but wanted to return to his quarters and find something to wear more suited to skulking about. And maybe a weapon, considering all the stories he's heard so far.

So it's with his head down and mind busy planning half a dozen scenarios that he encounters another person in one of the hallways. He almost moves past her, intent on his own thoughts, when she speaks up.

And he stops instantly, head snapping up, his eyes widening in shock. His daughter. His precious, beautiful daughter. His legs respond to instinct before he can even get her name out, so Rivendell's most beloved jewel had better brace as her father strides forward to scoop her up in a tight hug. ]

Arwen, iellig.

[stillhope]

[Her reaction is automatic, arms wrapping tightly around him. The fleeting moment where she'd thought he might have been an illusion conjured up by her longing for home is swept away with the contact. She doesn't attempt to keep her emotions in check, or the tears from streaming down her face. Her time here had been overwhelming at best, reunions and and stress making things difficult.]

I have missed you so much.

[She will ask him about whom else he's seen later.]

[elvenwise]

[ Like mother, like daughter. This is exactly the reason Elrond has little care for finery outside the occasional formal court appearance. He wants people to feel comfortable around him - that's paramount to a healer's job - so his youngest child is welcome to cry all over his tunic as hard as she wants. He's just going to stand there and hold her tightly, cheek resting against the top of her head.

The joy at seeing her is radiating so hard through him, it's a wonder the elf lord isn't literally glowing. ]

Henig, I am here now. [ It takes an enormous effort not to start crying himself, though she can probably hear the tremor in his voice. ] Are you okay unhurt need to be encased in bubblewrap well?

[stillhope]

[And she will, for as much as she would like to attempt to maintain some sort of decorum - this was not the time. Finding him in these halls only made the tears flow more freely because if he was here, then...

She wants to answer 'no', tell him everything about this war and the consequences - how she'd been pulled to a different side. How strong the temptation was to abandon her shard so she couldn't possibly be used against her family or put them in dangerous positions.

Her skin still holds a hint of the chill, though it's quickly forgotten.]

I am fine. I - [A beat as she tries to find the right words.] I cannot linger here.

[elvenwise]

[ Decorum schmorum. She's allowed to cry and laugh and sing, do whatever she wants in regard to emotions, even if it's all at the same time. There is very little that Elrond will deny his only daughter.

But her reply is just a little worrisome. ]

Why can you not? Has someone threatened you?

[stillhope]

[She's all for a joyous reunion, just not in the hall. Taking his hand, she looks around for a moment not answering before leading him up to her and her mother's rooms. As much as she wanted to tell him everything right there, about her arrival and the orcs - how she'd met both Maglor and Maedhros, it wasn't the place.

Once she's sure they're safely behind doors, she sets down the bag before moving to embrace him again.]

I was brought here by the other court. I - [A beat.] The Queen was generous enough to grant me rooms here but with the war brewing, it's not safe.

[elvenwise]

[ He is content to be led elsewhere, though not naive enough to believe that this conversation is completely private. All castles have eyes and ears everywhere, it is the natural of such things. But at least they can enjoy a more private reunion.

And, really, holding his baby girl in his arms is just about the greatest thing ever. It's soothing and lets him concentrate on something else besides wringing the neck of whoever did the actual kidnapping. ]

That is exceedingly generous of her. [ For the moment. ] We will find you room elsewhere, daughter. Away from both courts if possible.

[stillhope]

[Echoes of conversations with her mother flow through her mind, how much she'd missed him in her time here. His words pull her out of her thoughts, eyes drifting up to look at him.]

Lord Thranduil has formed a mountainhome - away from the courts. [A mountainhome which both Aragorn and her mother had seen fit to arrange rooms for her in.]

There are native elven clans here, clans that have been devastated by the war. [One of which she'd agreed to go meet with, though now with her father here maybe she shouldn't.] They are in need of aid and shelter, refuge away from the fighting.

[A beat.] I am sorry you've been pulled into this. Nana and many of the others are here. [While she is grateful for the opportunity to see her mother again, this was not how she had imagined it.]