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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1. Lúthien Tinúviel | The Silmarillion

[rapunzelf]

[The castle was lovely, of course, but was no place like home.

Lúthien had followed the fairies because she did not know what they were, and they had invited her close with such sweet words - but one minute she had been there, and the next she had been gone, in a world wholly foreign. The fairies had stayed long enough to explain, more or less, why she was here, and then scattered like beams of light. A war? And a shard that she held? Lúthien didn't know if she should believe them. But stepping again into the ring of mushrooms had done nothing, though she tried several times, so she'd looked to the sky and left to find another route. And found her way here. And it wasn't home.

Lúthien was not often timid, but she had found herself growing more and more unsure of herself as she found that there was less and less that she knew. She had never been away from home before, and this seemed like a terrible place to begin.]

[pterosaur]

[This is the most extravagantly beautiful person Janine's ever seen, and honestly that makes her initially dismissive. Attractive people, in her experience, are either spiteful and cruel from the start or quickly become so. But the - woman, or girl, or whatever really seems lost and unsure, which is never a state she's happy about seeing.

...and Janine's not a short black kid with the mark of poverty on her, now. She's a great winged reptile, taller at the shoulder than any of the puny bipeds she's seen here, and intimidating to many of them. Even when she was human she could meet hostility with a knowing disdain and scare people off.

Fine. Janine approaches on four hushed feet, keeping her neck raised but letting her beak dip. It makes her seem a little smaller. Her 'voice' is soundless, but her body croaks and caws softly when she speaks, kind in an offhanded way.]

:Hey. 'Sup?:

[rapunzelf]

[Lúthien started when she saw the creature, and briefly froze, wondering what she was supposed to do in this sort of situation. But it seemed friendly - at the very least it did not seem threatening, and so after a few moments she relaxes. Not much, not enough to be off her guard, but she was fairly sure that it was the one who had been speaking to her, in whatever way it had just managed, and it didn't seem polite to look like you want to flee when you're in the middle of a conversation.]

I... don't believe I understand the question.

[pterosaur]

[Poor Luthien is immediately labeled 'a little dense' by Janine.]

:What's up - or, what's going on, how are you, what are you doing. It's convenient shorthand. I thought you looked confused.:

[rapunzelf]

[She looses a little more of that edge and tilts her head, looking thoughtful.]

I see. It's not an expression I'd heard before. Where does it come from? -oh. Yes, I'm....

Well, I'm here, anyway.

[And that couldn't be changed, or she hadn't found a way to change it, not thus far.]

[pterosaur]

:Flapling custom. When we're little and trying to figure out how to fly we ask a lot of questions. Some people just hang on to it once we're flighted.:

[...Janine, please.]

:Yep, you are. Guess you got the whole spiel, huh, about the war and stuff?:

[rapunzelf]

[She brightens visibly no don't do that to her she'll totally buy it SHE TRUSTS PEOPLE TO BE NICE....]

I see! I know none but the birds who learn to fly, but I've never heard anything of the kind from them.

Yes, I... have. It's not really.... But I suppose it doesn't matter, if we can't leave.

[silvergift]

[She's not alone in looking lost, a silver haired elf weaving her way between others that seem to be enjoying this more than either of them. Celebrían's squared her shoulders by now though, trying to seem in control, and is looking at each person as she passes them, looking for someone familiar but finding no one so far.

When she see's Lúthien though, she pauses. Not out of recognition of who she is, she was born well after her time, but because there's someone that looks as lost and unsure as herself.

Clearly they should keep one another company!]

[rapunzelf]

[Whereas for Lúthien, it's Celebrían's hair that catches her attention. She's feeling more timid than normal, but that is some version of familiarity, no matter the elf beneath the hair. So she smiled and slipped closer.]

I had thought that I knew nearly every elf with hair such as yours, and was related to most of them. Apparently you are one of those I never had the fortune to meet.

Unless...

This is a separate world - are you from Arda, as am I? I wouldn't have thought this place was possible until I saw it.

[silvergift]

[She smiles as well, tucking her hair back almost self-consciously at the mention of it. There aren't many, that she knows of, that have this color hair any more. Her father is the only person that she can honestly think of.

That line of thinking doesn't last long though. It's a pleasant realization, knowing that there's another from Arda here. Having someone from home feels almost like an anchor.]

Arda, yes, I am. And I'm glad I may add to those you know with silver hair.

[rapunzelf]

I'm sorry - I probably should have said that first. Instinct took me, I suppose. But I'm being rude, I should introduce myself. I am Lúthien, daughter of Thingol and Melian, the rulers of Doriath.

[She's cute, whoever she is.]

[silvergift]

Lúthien?

[Her eyes widen, just a fraction, and takes in the introduction. This shouldn't be possible. Lúthien was dead and so was Beren. So was Thingol. And Doriath was gone. Ages have passed since those days. Could the fairies do that? Steal away the dead? But then, wouldn't Lúthien know about that? And about her fathers death?

Very little time passes as these thoughts race through her mind before she smiles and dips her head respectfully.]

I am Celebrían, daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel of Lothlorien.

[rapunzelf]

[............... o h. Well so much for trying to hook up Artanis and Celeborn, she supposed, unless there was another of that name. Which... there might be, considering they were apparently from a place she had never heard of.]

I confess I am unfamiliar with Lothlorien. I do know a Celeborn, but as far as I know he has not left.

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel is mingling in the crowd, trying to get a better sense of this place- of what she (perhaps foolishly) has walked into. It's only by chance that she turns at the right time, catching sight of Lúthien out of the corners of her eyes.

And she has to look again to be sure of what she's seeing. It's impossible. It's completely impossible, but there she is anyway, as breathtaking as Galadriel remembers her.

She approaches, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder to get her attention.]

Lúthien? [She almost expects to wake up when she speaks, to find that this is only some queer dream.]

[rapunzelf]

[She spun at the touch, eyes widening briefly with surprise, before she burst into the same smile as she had always had, when she was still alive - bright and contagious.]

Artanis? Here is a meeting unlooked for; I would not have thought to find you here.

[inafadingcrown]

Nor I you. [And that was the truth, at least. She reaches out to take her friend's hands.] But it is a comfort to see a familiar face.

[rapunzelf]

I suppose you have the right of it - Father would hardly approve of my presence.

[She takes them warmly, smiling.]

But tell me, how came you to be here? Did the fairies lead you as well?

[inafadingcrown]

['Father.' Oh, how hearing Luthien say that pains her heart. Not that you would know it from her face- it's the same smile as ever, steady, not too revealing of what she's actually thinking.]

They did. If I had realized I would not be able to return, I might not have followed them so readily.

[rapunzelf]

[She once knew her well, well enough that she might have caught the momentary pain, but Galadriel is not Artanis, and the long years have changed her.]

I confess my situation is much the same. I tried to step back through but could not, and nothing I've tried thus far has led me home again. I was hoping I could find a solution here, but nothing that is here has helped me.

slams this in!!!

[firith]

[ A week he has been here and a week has his son been returned to him from the Undying Lands. A strange enough and unlooked-for backhanded blessing, of sorts, even as much disruption as it has caused Legolas's grieving heart. What he never expected was to see someone so familiar (so unforgettable) return from the dead.

Lost forever is Lúthien, along with her lover whose fate she opted to share, and Thranduil cannot say they have ever spoken but it would be impossible to forget the radiant face of Thingol's daughter, witnessed from a distance in his youth. Proprietary manners, etc. It all comes rushing back to him as if he stands in Menegroth itself; his simple life as a huntsman, then marchwarden for a time, having only seen her at court as many times as he can count on one hand and even then without him becoming known to her. Thranduil would have been Legolas's age, now closing in on seven-thousand years.

He feels strangely foolish for wearing his crown from Eryn Lasgalen before her, stepping forward from where he paused at the entrance to the bailey's gardens. ]

My Lady, might I join your company?

falls over

[rapunzelf]

[Elves have long memories and do not forget, so as she turns to him she considers that he looks slightly familiar - the hair in particular is memorable, because so few elves are blond. But he is different in both dress and mannerisms, and after all, they'd never been true acquaintances. She examines his crown curiously as she turns in his direction.]

Yes, certainly, my Lord. However, only if you provide me with your name.

[Conversation would be much harder without it, of course, but she laid the condition with laughing eyes.]

[firith]

Thranduil of Eryn Lasgalen and Elvenking thereof for some time.

[ His smile is small but answers that coaxing mirth readily. Elves are rather few in numbers here, so he could say that is the only reason for his approach but would rather not. Drawing up nearby, he inclines his chin in a nod that gives way to a sliver of his thoughts. ]

You are the daughter of King Greymantle, unless my eyes are cheated by some spell.

[rapunzelf]

[She's puzzled more than startled, for his crown had given some warning of his status. But that did not altogether make sense with the flash of familiarity he had. Maybe it was a mistake, but it was odd.]

Elvenking, you say. I had thought I knew all those who claimed that title, by name if not by face. But I have stayed very near to my home all my life, and I suppose it is not surprising that the king of a land I have never heard of should be unfamiliar to me. You must forgive me my ignorance and educate me, if you can.

[She smiles more at his smile, but is more surprised at his words. Maybe she does know him.]

Yes, I am she - but as we have never met, allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Lúthien, the daughter of Elu Thingol and Melian. I confess I am not sure how it is you know me when I have not heard of you, sir.

[She inclines her head and sinks into a small, neat bow. Not too deep, for she was the daughter of a king, but as a king himself he would demand some respect.]

[firith]

[ But I have stayed very near to my home all my life. It is upon hearing that he decides to hold the wealth of too many events, in the interim of her life ending until he received his father's crown, to himself. He can hardly imagine how he would phrase them, in any case, and to lay more cares on her shoulders than she will undoubtedly find herself burdened with is beyond him. ]

You show me no ignorance, I assure you. [ Looking to be in the flower of health as she is, his own bow is of a similar nature, respectful within their ranks. Of no great noble line is he, an Elvenking of necessity, but all the same deserving of what he has earned the right to call his over the long and arduous years. ] Menegroth was my home. I was but a humble huntsman in my youth, my Lady, who served your father in Doriath gladly.

[rapunzelf]

[That statement only serves to confuse her further.]

And you left, it seems. But here is another reason I would have thought to know you.