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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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[kingdom_of_song]

I've heard of elves as well, but they're nae so beautiful.

[Pause. Elves could be just as cruel as kind, just like the fae. They were simply a different sort. But, light elves...]

Ehm. One moment.

[Swann disappears from sight for a moment. He returns with a sheet of paper.]

How do you feel about this?

[He holds up an image.]


[ooc: it's an 'elf cross' or pentagram, used to ward off evil sorts of elves. it likely won't work on her, but he's testing her.]

[inafadingcrown]

[She actually laughs a little, mostly out of surprise.]

I feel nothing in particular. Should I?

[kingdom_of_song]

[Swann holds up a finger with a manic look on his face, then turns the paper over and draws something on it with an oil crayon.]

What about this?

[He shows her the image.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Now she's just intrigued.]

It means nothing to me, I fear. I trust I will receive an explanation of this at some point.

[kingdom_of_song]

[Swann tosses the paper and crayon aside, then waves his hands at the screen.]

Nae, nae. I just wanted to know... oh! Can I see your back?

[It's important, it really is.]

[inafadingcrown]

My back? Whatever for? [But that's not a no. She double checks that the tablet is propped up and then turns around displaying her perfectly normal back to the camera.]

Does that satisfy you?

[kingdom_of_song]

[Full stop.]

Aye.

[The tone is more like 'maybe', but until he thinks of something else, that's what she's going to get.

[And this is when it hits him. She's still an elf. For good or evil, she's still going to be terribly powerful.]

I had to know, you understand.

[inafadingcrown]

[He's right, in this case. She's terribly, awfully powerful. But it's by no means a given with elves of her kind.]

I understand caution when I see it, but I do not understand what purpose was served by your actions. Tell me, what did you hope to discover?

[kingdom_of_song]

'Twas testing old stories, that's all. No harm meant. Traditional wards against ah... harmful sorts of elves. Which apparently yer not. I found what I hoped tae.

[He's still enormously apprehensive, but he's not running off, either.]

Where are ye from, if ye dinnae mind me asking?

[inafadingcrown]

[She's satisfied with that answer, for the most part, after having discussed a similar subject with Susan.]

I do not mind in the least, though I suspect my answer will mean little to you; I hail from Lothlórien in Middle-Earth.

[kingdom_of_song]

Lothlórien.

[The name rolled off his tongue in a musical sort of way. If she's suceptable to his magic, which isn't the pushy sort and is mostly harmless, she might feel a warmth and a wee bit of joy as he says it.

[Swann brightened.]

Midgard! There are many tales from the Norse... is that where you're from, then?

[inafadingcrown]

[She certain does feel it- and recognize that there's something strange about it, but she says nothing and tucks her suspicions away for later.]

I fear neither "Midgard" nor "Norse" means aught to me.

[kingdom_of_song]

Och, well. 'Midgard' also means 'Middle Earth', or sommat like that. 'Tis how I was taught. It's where mortals live, half way between the branches and the roots of the World Tree. Yggdrasil, to some... but I doubt you know that name, either.

[Swann cannot think of anything else to ask her to make sure she's not an elf, fairy, or otherwise malign being. He's worried he's missing something, but his instincts--what he's been ignoring this entire conversation--are telling him to relax. He considered his instincts a bit daft sometimes.]

What do ye drink?

[He also has a habit of blurting things out when nervous.]

[inafadingcrown]

[There's a little startled laugh at the question.] What do I drink? That depends a great deal upon what I am offered. But I am most fond of wine, if that is what you wish to know.

[kingdom_of_song]

[Was she going to laugh at everything he said? At least she didn't say 'blood' or 'the tears of puppies'.]

Wine... of berries and flowers and whatnot?

[Or blood and tears?]

[inafadingcrown]

[If he keeps being adorably nervous, yes, possibly.]

Naturally. It is most usually made from grapes, however. Is that true for you as well?

awgawd so late again

[kingdom_of_song]

[it's not going to go away soon, alas]

Grapes are the common thing, aye, but we also make 'em with flowers, spices, honey, fish--that was an odd one--and I've heard of rice, sommat called socky, though I've nae had it.

Mostly grapes, though. I've nae had too much of the fancy stuff.