TEST DRIVE MEME

[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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Celebrian | Tolkien's Legendarium

[silvergift]

[Arrival]

[Caer Glaem is beautiful, she'll admit that openly, but it isn't home and she hasn't see her family yet at all. A war, they had said. What place does she have in a war? Many years have passed since she'd even thought of practicing with a blade.

However skilled she was then, that was beyond her now. Now she would prefer her skills be directed to something less harmful. Like Healing.At least that's a useful skill in any war.

A glass of wine is picked up by the elven woman, more to keep any from offering her a glass, and she looks around. Celebrian wanders, almost aimlessly, between others already enjoying the celebration. She's in a long warm colored blue gown, wavy silver hair loose down her back and around her waist, ribbons carefully woven through it and a silver ring on her finger.]

[fatedtobe]

[It is beautiful, but it's making one particular human feel out of his depth in his jeans, t-shirt and jacket. He's not Alan Scott, he's not rich and used to such things, and Khalid is feeling a little odd anyway as he holds onto the golden helmet with both hands. He is however, a man that wants answers when he can get them and when he sees Celebrian he looks her over. A part of him is instantly afraid of what she'll be capable of, but back home non-humans are rarely ever a good thing anymore, and a part of him is curious. She looks like she belongs here, she looks at ease. So it's enough of a draw for him and he makes his way towards her, carefully tucking his helmet under his arm and covering it with one hand.]

Excuse me, are you from here?

[silvergift]

[She only looks at ease. There's a great deal she doesn't understand yet herself. She took after her mother at times though, and made sure she at least looked in control. That she was doing so good a job of it that he felt the need to ask that actually surprised her. Enough to shake her carefully focused gaze around the room.]

Here? No, I come from Arda.

[fatedtobe]

[It's far better than he's ever been, but in a world where even the greatest of Wonders are dead or gone evil (and thinking of Superman like that would make him shudder), it's not all that surprising. And while he's disappointed she's not from here (a friendly face would be nice about such things) he's quick to push past it to stare at her, shifting slightly as if to ready himself to shove the helmet on his head at a moments notice, he's tense. He doesn't recognize the name and that worries him, is she friendly or not?]

I'm from Earth, and we don't have [friendly odd looking people like you.] places like this, or people. I'm sorry for the confusion.

[silvergift]

[She's among the friendliest of her people, though she would argue all of them are. Well, most of them. There are those who, in the past, could be said to have represented the worst of them.]

It is alright. I imagine I must stand out a great deal. Even among my own people.

[She reaches and touches her hair, so rare a color in these days. She only knows her father to share it anymore.]

[inafadingcrown]

[They were almost mirrors. Galadriel, too, had a glass of wine in hand and her long hair cascaded down past her waist, the waves of gold and silver highlighted against the white of her gown.]

Celebrían.

[Galadriel does not raise her voice, but it carries on the air all the same.]

[silvergift]

[The familiar sound of her name makes her turn and she smiles brightly at the sight of her mother. She almost drops her glass as she tries to step between other guests but she reaches Galadriel, somehow, without spilling it.]

Mother. Oh, I thought I wouldn't see you!

[inafadingcrown]

[And this- this- had been what she had been most angry at having been deprived. This reunion. It seems that she would not have to complete her voyage for it after all. She places her hands on Celebrian's shoulders, just barely restraining herself from pulling her into an embrace.]

And I worried that I would not see you.

[silvergift]

[She finds a place to set aside her glass, stepping in to embrace Galadriel herself. Between coming here, getting ready for her wedding, wandering among strangers, her mother is a welcome sight.]

If you and I are here, could others be as well?

[She can't help but sound and look hopeful.]

[inafadingcrown]

[She's real. Her daughter is really here. Galadriel closes her eyes and hangs on for just a moment too long, treasuring the embrace.]

Perhaps, my dear, but I am not certain that I would wish for it. Even you I would prefer to see safe at home. [This is a war, after all.]

[silvergift]

[If she's expecting a complaint, she won't have one. Celebrian is glad to hold on longer as well, despite both having different reasons behind it.]

Nor would I but it would be a comfort to know others. [Her smile is faint and she nods. She'd rather be home as well.] I would prefer us both home. We will be missed.

[inafadingcrown]

[She frowns a little] That concerns me as well. Tell me, how were your grandparents when you saw them last?

[silvergift]

My grandparents?

[There's confusion, a lot of it, in her voice, in her expression.] I have never met them.