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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]

[A vague noise of disapproval. Nature under attack is very much not a good thing. In fact, where she's from, nature has a tendency to attack back. But his suggestion gets a little nod. She's got Nenya too, so it would take less effort for her than it would for most people.]

Perhaps I will. It might be beneficial to grow my own herbs as well.

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[lovesgod]

I'd suggest you explore, but you don't really seem like the long-days-of-travel type.

Never hurts to be self-sufficient. Let me know, I've got somewhat of a green thumb.

[inafadingcrown]

[She smiles slightly at that.] You might be surprised. It has been long, but I traveled much in my youth. [A lot of it was more "fleeing captured cities" or "moving for the sake of helping with war efforts" than travel for fun, but hey.]

As do I, in fact. But I will gladly inform you, if you wish. Might I have your name?

[lovesgod]

Well, if you're up for it, we can go.

Lucifer. And you?

[inafadingcrown]

Someday, perhaps.

[The utter lack of recognition of that name may amuse him.]

I am Lady Galadriel.

[lovesgod]

[He's met enough woefully ignorant folk to not look surprised, by now.]

Galadriel.

[He rolls the name in his mouth for a moment.]

What's the language origin?

[inafadingcrown]

[Not her fault you don't exist in her world, bro.]

It is Sindarin, meaning "crowned with a radiant garland." [Inspired by the hairstyle she's wearing, actually.]

[lovesgod]

[Eh, whatever. Dimensional differences are cool in his book.]

Ah. Self-explanatory, I see. We don't have that language where I come from.

[inafadingcrown]

Thus far it seems unique to my home.

[lovesgod]

Would you teach it?

[inafadingcrown]

Perhaps. I would consider it, certainly.

[lovesgod]

I could teach you a language I know if you wanted.

[inafadingcrown]

What tongues do you speak?

[lovesgod]

Thousands.

[inafadingcrown]

Thousands? [And now he is being more closely examined. A shame this is over the tablets; she might sense something otherwise.]

A rare feat indeed. I am among the eldest of my kind and even I know not so many.

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[lovesgod]

[Any mojo-detecting Galadriel might be able to do will indicate massive amounts of twisted divine mojo.]

One of the later purposes of my kind was to watch over humanity. Being able to understand what all of them were saying helped. They make languages almost as quickly as weapons.

[The tone of his voice likely suggests he wasn't particularly thrilled with this purpose.]

[inafadingcrown]

Your kind? [This is what interests her. He's something unfamiliar to her, obviously.]

[lovesgod]

I'm an angel. We're the messengers and warriors of God - the presiding force over our universe.

And you?

[inafadingcrown]

[A bit like the Maiar, perhaps? It's the best comparison she can come to.]

I am of the Eldar- "elf," I believe, is the term known to most here.

[lovesgod]

If you'd prefer Eldar, then Eldar it is.

[inafadingcrown]

[If she weren't entirely too dignified to shrug, she would do so.] It matters little; we have many names for ourselves and still more among the other races.

[lovesgod]

Eldar it is, then.