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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[brainiest]

I think that's probably very likely. I'm sure I'll end up spending most of my time in there, at least for now.

[ She moves forward to take a seat, still a little anxious - but Thranduil seems nice enough and she's actually more comfortable than she imagined she'd be, given the situation. ]

It's very nice to meet you, Thranduil. We can definitely look over it together, if you want. Just a moment -

[ She sits forward, moving a few plates and things around so that there's space for her to spread the map out between them. ]

[firith]

[ Waiting for her to get comfortable, he assists with his greater reach in placing a few dishes farther away from the center of where they seat themselves. When the map is spread, he taps two locations with a finger. ]

I know these words. Quendi is an ancient word in a long-lost tongue for the first of the elves, it means "the Speakers", and Brethil was the name of a forest-land long ago claimed by a great king I once knew. I seek to uproot the truth of their appearance on this map on the morrow.

[brainiest]

Quendi. [ She leans closer over the map, looking at the places that he points out with his finger, tilting her head and looking over. The Speakers, and Brethil. It all sounds so dramatically foreign to her but she is desperately curious about it all, wanting to learn as much as she possibly could. ] There's more than one Elven language, then? I didn't think there'd be any familiar languages here...

[firith]

It may be happenstance. There are two languages of elvish, Quenya which was banned long ago and Sindarin, which many if not all elves speak as a result. The majority of names on this map...

[ Cothromach. Sluagh. La Llorona. ]

I do not know what they mean. There needs must be a native language to this land, after all.

[brainiest]

Oh, of course. If this is a different world it stands to reason that it has it's own language. I wonder if there's some way to learn it or study it...

[ She looks over the maps again before she reaches into her bag, tugging out a notepad - at least she'd been able to bring that from home. She purses her lips, starting to write down all the names for research later. ]

Do you think you could tell me more about the language of your world?

[firith]

There are many. The languages of Middle-Earth are as rife as blades of grass. In the Woodland Realm we speak Sindarin, as do the elves away south and far to the west over the Misty Mountains. Men have always invented a great many tongues and I have not studied Dwarvish runes in all my years. [ A pause. ] Of Orkish and the Black Speech, I will say no more than to name them thus.

[ Gently, he probes back by asking, ] What of your world, Miss Granger? It appears that here, at least, we all share the common speech.

[brainiest]

Sindarin, Dwarvish Runes, Orkish and Black Speech. [ Runes, at least, she's familiar with, though she can't really say anything about Dwarven Runes. Perhaps they share a similarity with Ancient Runes, but she doesn't really have anything with her she can offer to compare. Looking over at the map again, she pauses to take a few more notes before she looks over and offers a soft smile. ]

I wonder if it's magic that's helping us? Because I've never heard of Sindarin. In my world there are dozens of languages spoken by humans and then the languages of all the other races as well, though they're not as widely studied.

[firith]

We are of the same mind in this matter. Sorcery is not commonly a pleasant affair, from whence I hail, but there are aspects of what amount to 'magic' that fall within the ability of the elves. A penchant for a theme of power, after a sort.

[ It is ... difficult to explain, and he pauses while she takes that much in. ]

[brainiest]

Really? [ She sits up, taking an even deeper interest now. ] Magic, in my world, is normal. We have schools to teach children and a whole society built on it. [ She is almost ridiculously interested in what he has to say and she leans forward a little. ] Magic does give power, of course, but when you're in a world where the people around you all, generally, have magic it loses a lot of that focus.

[firith]

[ Schools to teach children and a whole society built on it. He remains just as invested and fascinated as Hermione, having never heard of such a thing (at least, not to any positive outcome when first Morgoth and then Sauron corrupted the world with their own brand). ]

With elves, it is different. Just as one man may be a faster runner, another could be a great weaver. I own an encompassing art whereby once the doors of my kingdom are shut then, if I will it, none can open them from within or without. A protective spell, one without words.

You speak of magic as though any might use it to different purposes, not only wizards.

[brainiest]

That sounds simply amazing. I know of a lot of protection spells, but nothing quite so grand or all encompassing - at least, nothing I've actually seen put into practice without a group of people to lend their powers. [ There's a sudden burst of respect bubbling inside of her and she turns in her chair to look at him properly. Someone as powerful as that must be someone important, surely, and she's startlingly reminded of Albus Dumbledore.

Just in a little less of an irritated nostalgic way, she supposes. ]

In my world, or where I come from, there are those born with magic and those without. Some are stronger than others or have aptitude for certain aspects of magics rather than others, but in the magical society we're all supposedly equal. We can use magic to summon things, create lights, unlock, lock, brew potions - almost anything you can think of.

[firith]

[ He meets her gaze and accepts the praise without argument, not because of ego but simply for the sake of having good manners. ]

Your world sounds like it schools the wizards themselves. The Istari are five, great is their power and mysterious their ways. I have spoken much with Gandalf the Grey, who is a friend to all elves, Radagast the Brown dwells in the great forest where I rule and the two Blue have since been lost to the land in secret. Saruman the White is the highest of their order.

Does your magic remain with you in Allaidh Darach?

[brainiest]

Wizards are limited in your world, then? At least, people known as wizards? There are millions of them in my world - anyone born with magical powers are known as either a witch or a wizard, dependent on their gender.

[ She nods, though, lighting up and tugging her wand out of her sleeve. ]

I've tried a few things and it seems to be working as well as it did at home. I haven't really had a go at anything huge yet, though.

[firith]

Five. No more, no less.

[ Sauron doesn't count because Sauron. The wand draws his focus, a small smile playing on his lips. ]

I know little of the magic of wizards, even less of witches, but would a staff not suit your purposes better?

[brainiest]

That's... Kind of amazing. They must all be particularly powerful, then.

[ Yeah he's the most gross iF ONLY VOLDEMORT DIDN'T COUNT. She brightens, shifting forward so he can see. ]

It's a little cumbersome, I think. Wands are far more... Special, in my world. They have magic all of their own and it's said that the wand chooses the wizard. That's why all magical people have a special bond with their wands.

[firith]

[ He can believe that. Staffs, wands; it seems every magically inclined person has something of the sort and though Hermione clearly isn't of the same race as the Maiar, there are still comparisons to be drawn. ]

My heart is gladdened for you, that you have been allowed to keep yours close.

[brainiest]

Thank you. [ She looks over at her wand before she glances back at Thranduil almost shyly. ] Would you like to see how it works? It won't do any harm, I promise.