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[inafadingcrown]

[The video feed flips on, focusing (after a few seconds of jostling around) on Galadriel, sitting on the steps of the Initiative Hold, her sheathed sword beside her. Having just finished training, she’s attired appropriately, wearing a simple dress and with her hair braided and wound about her head- displaying those pointed ears quite prominently for those who might have missed them before.]

I grow weary of the constant grey here. It is overlong since I have heard a running stream or seen the sunlight filtered through the forest canopy.

Tell me, those of you who have journeyed outside this city: does greenery yet remain in this world? It would do my heart well even to hear of it.

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[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, come on, Arthur. Don't be like that.]

I am inclined to agree and more's the shame. It seems a little thing, in light of our circumstances, yet a bit of beauty would raise spirits, I think. [And it's a little tough here for someone who feels such a strong connection to the land.]

[futurarex]

If you're that concerned, you could always try growing something yourself.

[he's not the harmonizing with nature type, certainly, and he doesn't have much use for beauty--but this place really is hideous, even he can agree with that much.]

Or else go out and have a look at what manages to grow here. Perhaps you'll find it more pleasing than I did.

[inafadingcrown]

I think I shall- it will be a small comfort, but better than none. I may yet decide to venture out as well, once certain things are in order.

[futurarex]

'Certain things' being--? [a little pause, and he adds (manners!):] If I may ask.

[inafadingcrown]

I have allies here- kith and kin. I would ensure their well-being and protection before I depart for any length of time.

[futurarex]

Nobly said, my lady. [not sure about that part, because those ears what does he make of you, but. well. courtesy.] But not all of what passes for greenery is far from the city. The trip would not be so long.

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, if the ears are still troubling him, he'll love this next bit.]

Perhaps I might even convince my granddaughter to accompany me, then.

[futurarex]

[oh are you serious there's more of her? very unimpressed, he repeats her, dryly.]

Your granddaughter.

[inafadingcrown]

That is what I said, is it not?

[futurarex]

You did.

[just how many of you are there! that's what he wants to ask, but that's just outright rude. he'll save outright rudeness for later. so instead, stiffly:]

It's unexpected. That's all. Just like everything else here.

[inafadingcrown]

Of course.

[But she'll offer a little smile. Look, she knows that she's not exactly what mortals picture when they think "grandmother." She gets that it's weird for some people.]

I gather from your reaction, I am the first elf you have met.

[futurarex]

Oh, is that what you call yourselves.

[well. that answers that question. and for real grandmothers have no business looking so-- is it all right to think beautiful? yes, probably, so long as it remains a beauty not precisely trusted just yet.]

Well-observed. You're the first. Are there many of you here, besides your granddaughter?

[inafadingcrown]

Among other things; it seems to be the term familiar to most.

[Galadriel can't exactly blame him for his lack of trust; not without being a hypocrite, anyway. And she's the last to deny that she's dangerous. She's just also good.]

Several; Her father is here also. The other elves you may meet do not hail from my home. I cannot speak of them overmuch.

[futurarex]

[his mouth tightens slightly once more. a veritable infestation. but at least she's cordial. that means he can be more or less cordial in return--for now, anyways.]

I suppose I will see them in time. And your name?

[inafadingcrown]

[Personally, she finds the vast numbers of humans rather odd. Why should they outnumber every other race so?]

I am Lady Galadriel of Lothlórien. [A little nod of her head.] And you?

[futurarex]

[he nods in return, in acknowledgement of the title she gives--but then, nearly everyone here seems to have a title, and if they don't, they're somehow proud of the lack.]

Prince Arthur Pendragon, of Camelot. I'd say it was good to meet you, but given the circumstances...

[and, you know. It's not. elves are sort of suspicious.]

[inafadingcrown]

[An understanding smile.] You are well met regardless.