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Oct. 21st, 2015 01:34 pm
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(Galadriel is fairly used to getting mail but she'll be a bit shocked to receive any in Thedas. For any notes, missives, letters, or other communications.)
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Date: 2018-03-16 09:32 am (UTC)
elegiaque: (252)
From: [personal profile] elegiaque
Oh, I—

( a quiet exhale. )

You know something of how it is, for elves in Thedas. My mother by birth wasn't my mother by law. She was the elven chatelaine of the Vauquelin estate. My lord's housekeeper.

( she did not think of thranduil, when she spoke of familial sin. )

It still can't be spoken of. And there's so many questions that won't ever be answered. I know it's only a small thing, but—I understand. How family can be.

Date: 2018-03-18 08:05 am (UTC)
castintoflames: (✧ all alone)
From: [personal profile] castintoflames
I am not leaving. (He is quiet and still in his resolve; the chaotic, fiery anger he had shown her before has fled, leaving only ashes in its wake. His treatment of her is one of a long list of grievances and he cannot leave her, knowing she is upset; that she hurts.)

Before you stands a fool, cousin; a fool for love, for duty, for pride. My temper is abominable - there is no excuse for it - but I tell you plainly that the words I spoke on that day are not how I perceive you.

(He bows his head, posture nothing but contrite.)

Hate me as you wish, but I would not question you if I were in my right mind.

Date: 2018-03-18 08:42 am (UTC)
castintoflames: (✧ the edge of the room)
From: [personal profile] castintoflames
...who am I, then? (Maedhros's voice shakes and he sounds young. Speaking of children climbing trees! She makes him feel...small. But that is one of her gifts, is it not?)

I am Maedhros whether you accept me - as I am - or not. (His jaw is tight as he lifts his head and his eyes are filled with the heavy weight of sorrow.)

Tenn' enta lúme... (When she can accept who he is outside of the influence of foul magic or fouler oaths.) ...mauya nin avánie.

(He pulls a delicate necklace from his pocket - one forged from bright silver - complete with a delicate flower pendant and sets it her notes. Then he turns to leave.)
Edited Date: 2018-03-18 08:42 am (UTC)

in a dream;

Date: 2018-03-24 04:21 am (UTC)
minrathousian: (dragon | lusacan)
From: [personal profile] minrathousian
The Inquisition will never deign him worthy of receiving a sending crystal, but that is no small matter. In dreams, Atticus slips into the Fade and allows his feet to guide him across vast distances; to explore, indeed to visit torment, and on occasion, to touch minds with a friend.

He can use that word to describe her, can't he?

However she dreams, he steps into it from the periphery clad as he might have been in Minrathous. "I feel I ought to apologize for not calling on you sooner, in this fashion," he tells her, his thin smile wry.

Date: 2018-03-24 01:20 pm (UTC)
minrathousian: (atticus | pensive)
From: [personal profile] minrathousian
At her observation, Atticus' eyebrows lift as though in some mild confusion, before he looks down to examine his attire. His sleeping mind seems to have chosen his clothes for him; hardly ostentatious, but the cut and fit and quality of the black and burgundy fabrics speak of wealth and privilege.

"Yes," he agrees, "though not something I am permitted in Skyhold. It is," a pause, considering, "remote." That is an understatement.

He turns his attention to her dream and takes a few steps towards one of the courtyard walls. "Is this place of your world?" he asks.

(Letter - Brought and Left In Person.)

Date: 2018-03-30 06:20 am (UTC)
castintoflames: (✧ but you can't get it out)
From: [personal profile] castintoflames
(He can move like a shadow and he utilizes that skill now. Galadriel will find a letter tucked neatly under her door. It is sealed with wax featuring a simple "M".)

Cousin,

My brother and foster-son have made their way to the fates that await them on Arda. I am reminded, by their absence, how little time we are given. We should take naught for granted. This is not a comment on your feelings or actions - I think they are just - but I have reexamined mine.

Not many know that I and Kano fostered Elrond and Elros. Of course we did it after we frightened their poor mother and razed their city to the ground. However the effect those children had on us was good. We love them truly and I imagined, for a time, that we could forget the Oath and raise them.

Yet that was foolish. They belong with their kin and their people. We let them go, safe and sound, so that they could become the leaders they were always meant to be. I should have dedicated the rest of my life to watching over them; I would not have minded the duty in the least. But the Oath howled and clawed at us, demanding us to press on and do the impossible.

I perished a fool, Artanis, and apparently that is not an attribute that has improved over time. But I want to be less foolish; less rash and pig-headed. I can easily imagine the scorn you have earned for being kin to me. For that, I am sorry. Let my future actions speak for me, dear one, and know that I did not lie. I have and will always love you.

Sincerely,
Maedhros

A Note

Date: 2018-05-10 06:14 pm (UTC)
coiledscales: (Default)
From: [personal profile] coiledscales
[ Alacruun does a bit of poking around and manages to ensure a note finds it's way to Galadriel's door. ]

Lady Galadriel,

We have not yet spoken, but I felt it would be best to allow myself a letter of introduction. My name is Alacruun and, like yourself, am one of the "rifters". I have been watching, listening, and interjecting into the debate regarding phylacteries and I find that you and I share a point of view on the matter. Further, you seem to be someone of experience and one unwilling to suffer foolishness. If you're amenable, I would enjoy having a discussion regarding the potential proposal and efforts that might be made to counter it.

Force of arms may not avail us, although at the end it may be needed. Still, there are other methods, are there not?

Regardless, you'll find my address attached; if you feel the need to reply, you may leave a letter there for me or you may come in person. If you have great need of me, contact Adalia; she's one of my own, from home.

I look forward to your reply.

Sincerely,

Alacruun

action;

Date: 2018-05-12 05:31 pm (UTC)
aenseidhe: (pic#5778342)
From: [personal profile] aenseidhe
[[ from here ]]

[ As promised, Iorveth arrives at the courtyard just before dawn, leather boots a soft padding against the cool stone as he approaches, awake and aware as promise, and looking a rough mess next to someone as elegant and graceful as Galadriel as he makes it to her side, eyes on the sunrise. ]


Galadriel, I take it?

[ Tall, elven, beautiful in the kind of way that seems to have a natural glow to her, like an aura too strong for her skin to hold in, much like Thranduil. It's a trait that will never cease to amaze him, and leave Iorveth in a mild state of awe. They look so much like a dream in physical form, memories of a time long, long past, only kept alive in stories and art in his world. Their presence alone is a refreshing, hopeful thing. ]

You've chosen a fine spot to watch the day begin. I hadn't thought Kirkwall capable of looking so beautiful.

[ because he hates this city, for the most part. ]

Date: 2018-05-12 05:54 pm (UTC)
aenseidhe: (pic#5805195)
From: [personal profile] aenseidhe
[ It doesn't beat out the sunrises in Dol Blathanna, the Valley of the Flowers, where you could sit in a field of color and sweet scents as the light washed over and illuminated it all like life itself touching the earth each morning. But the ocean gives a lovely reflection and show of the world waking around them.

Looking away from the light beginning to lilt across the waters, he meets her eyes and a small smile pulls the corner of his scarred lips. No one had told her? ]


Strange indeed. I'd imagine it would be the first thing Thranduil would've brought up. [ with how much of that simple fact played into their connection with one another. ]

My people are called Aen Seidhe in our own tongue, but to all others, yes, we're called elves. For simplicity's sake, I answer to it here.

[ it would be an insult on the Continent, for all the history behind it, but in Thedas it's simply the name of their people, and they're clearly kin enough for him to count himself under it. ] I can't claim to be so long-lived as Thranduil, but certainly more than the Elvhen children of Thedas.

Date: 2018-05-12 11:31 pm (UTC)
coiledscales: (I see you)
From: [personal profile] coiledscales
Alacruun isn't quite expecting a guest to come knocking at the door. He keeps to himself mostly and does not entertain guests. He thinks it's one of Adalia's friends, which is probably why there's a slight look of surprise on his face when he swings open the door.

"Good evening. You would be...?"

He hasn't seen her in person, but he will likely recognize her voice.

Date: 2018-05-13 01:32 am (UTC)
coiledscales: (Default)
From: [personal profile] coiledscales
"Ah-" Alacruun's eyebrows shoot straight up for a moment. He really is surprised - he'd expected a note in reply, not a visit. But still, Adalia is out for the moment, so now is as good a time as any. He steps back and clears his (large) bulk from the doorway.

"Please, come in. I'm afraid I wasn't expecting... guests."

His side of the room is strewn with notes and papers and borrowed books. Someone has been burning the midnight oil.

"I am Alacruun, but I think you know that..."

Date: 2018-05-13 03:51 am (UTC)
aenseidhe: (th_IORVETH4003821_zpsf3366d1f)
From: [personal profile] aenseidhe
Even older than the native elves, I'm hardly more than an infant in Thranduil's eyes.

[ Seven thousand, he'd said, and Iorveth can hardly wrap his mind around so long a life. ] There'd been a time my people lived into the thousands, though foreign disease, the changing of the land and the poor conditions my people are made to survive in now... the eldest I know of currently only reaches around 650, most common Aen Seidhe not making it much past four centuries.

[ And Iorveth, only counting 127 years, is still young for his people, but old enough to have seen generations of men come and go. He can't imagine how the world must look to ones so static as Thranduil's people. Small upsets must seem so trivial and secondary. ]

Anything to be known of my people, distant cousins or direct blood, is of interest to me. [ and being from a race that considers themselves a single tribe of a kin spread out across dimensions and time, he does consider them that - distant cousins. ] But I'll not ask a lecture of you've other matters to discuss.

[ there's plenty enough time for them all to share stories, but more present dangers to concern themselves with. ]

Likely they don't. The Templars seem most concerned about their slipping control - a sect created solely to monitor the mages, and once those are free from them, what relevance are they without another people to police? The Chantry clings to the Templars as their protectors and enforces, thus they ally with the need to keep that hold over the people. [ Iorveth breathes out a slow sigh, watching the waters across the docks. ] They panic with so much new to their world, and like every nation of Men I've known, their answer to that is to impose a strangle hold of control. Decimate anything that defies it, until it's only them at the top of their mountain.

Date: 2018-05-13 05:56 am (UTC)
aenseidhe: (pic#5741521)
From: [personal profile] aenseidhe
[ Iorveth would frame it the other way around. The elves in Thedas have something vital that those on the Continent do not - a possible future. There's still many of them, the Dalish are a whole community with families and children and a way of life. The Aen Seidhe, however, while long-lived, are fertile only in the beginnings of their lives. The largest part that brought them so low, dancing now on the edge of extinction. They live, now, only in cities, and those in the forests are the Scoia'tael alone, hunted falsely as war criminals after Nilfgaard and Dol Blathanna's betrayal of them, so many sacrificed for a sanctuary of the elderly and sterile.

His race is in their death throes, despite what years they retain. It will take a miracle to raise them back from their endangered numbers. One blessing they have that those of Thedas lack, though, is the memory in those longer lives. They haven't lost near so much of their history, even if much of it has faded in the 1,500 years since their civilization's destruction. They'll at least fade with the pride and identity of their people intact, for the most part. If it's come to that, Iorveth will see to it they go in with battle cry, rather than a whimper. ]


One-hundred twenty-seven. Adult, but still considered young for my people. [ Iorveth admits, feeling small in the face of Thranduil's people, and given Galadriel had just mentioned knowing more of their history than any other, she must be beyond even his years. ]

And you? I take it you're one who even Thranduil seems young in the eyes of? [ as she'd mentioned when the thought of ages first came up. ]
Edited Date: 2018-05-13 05:59 am (UTC)

Date: 2018-05-13 06:45 am (UTC)
aenseidhe: (pic#5741520)
From: [personal profile] aenseidhe
[ her reaction brings a sharp, jovial laugh from Iorveth, which is perhaps a strange thing to see on features so scared and severe, but it's been so very long since he's felt like a child in anyone's presence. Even Thranduil had somehow seemed more equal despite his years. Galadriel has an aura to her that's warm and enduring, the way the elders in Dol Blathanna always were. ]

I believe I'd been... Fourteen at the time I started wandering the streets on my own, though my mother had been cross about that by the evening when I returned. [ He was a rebellious child, as he is a rebellious adult. Always strong willed and curious, ever unsatisfied to just be still, where there was so much else out there. ] Twenty-three when I'd been on my own completely.

[ not by his mother's choice, but disease took her, and there was no argument she could have made with death to see herself at his side any longer. Regardless, she'd likely have spent the rest of her days in anxiety for him had she been around much longer. It wasn't but a couple months later that he left the heads of human criminals on pikes and a fire in the guard barracks before going out to the scoia'tael, to war. ]

But fifteen thousand... It's longer than the Aen Seidhe have been walked the Continent, I'd think. [ History that far back gets very blurred, especially with the loss of most things that marked events for them - the art, murals, songs they recorded history in rather than books. ] Our people tell that we came to the Continent through a Conjunction of Spheres, akin to Thedas's rifts though on a much larger scale, once a tribe of a much large clan of elves that split to travel the varying realms.

[ Perhaps they'd been a single people, back then. Perhaps they'd even been true kin to Galadriel's, who knows. Certainly not the Aen Seidhe any longer. ] None of ours could ever hope to remember a time before the sun. Your people are truly blessed to have you, my lady.
Edited Date: 2018-05-13 06:45 am (UTC)
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