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[inafadingcrown]

[The infirmary in Caer Glaem]

[Finally, after weeks of silent sleep, Galadriel begins to stir. Her eyes open and for a moment she looks about her in confusion.]

Where am I?

[...the infirmary. She does know it; she's been here before, though more often as a healer than as a patient. But recognizing the place doesn't answer the larger question-]

What has happened? [There has to be a reason that she's in the infirmary, after all, and she doesn't remember being injured.]

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[After she has had time to make sense of the situation, catch up with those loved ones who were nearby when she awoke, and make herself presentable, Galadriel opens her locket long enough to offer a short little message. She opens with a warm smile and nod, as always.]

It seems that I have missed much whilst I slept. I fully intend to learn what I can through other means, but first, it would ease my mind a great deal if my kith and kin would assure me of their safety.

To those who have arrived while I was indisposed, I would offer my welcome, were I under the illusion that most were pleased to be here. As it is, it seems it would ring hollow. Instead I will offer the simple hope that your time here does not prove too trying.

Galo Anor erin radeg- May the sun shine upon your path. [And with that, she will reach over and shut the locket.]

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[gloinul]

My lady, I have spoken to your daughter and your cousin recently. They told me something interesting about the gift you gave me.

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[inafadingcrown]

Did they? And what did they tell you, may I ask?

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[gloinul]

That you gave me what was denied your own flesh and blood.

[Does he sound concerned? Because he is. Just a little]

[sculptor_of_aman]

Welcome back, dear niece.

[inafadingcrown]

Thank you, Nerdanel. I hear that you have been given quite the project.

[sculptor_of_aman]

So I have. You know my family and I are never ones to turn down a challenge of our talent and skill.

Though, I must ask. The corn I gave you... Is it being used well? Grown and grown again?

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[silvergift]

[Dozed off right beside her mother, head on folded arms at the edge of the bed, is Celebrían. The moment her mother stirs though and starts speaking though she wakes and sits upright.]

Mother. [There's such a feeling of relief in that one word.] You are finally awake.

[inafadingcrown]

[Celebrían. She smiles and reaches for her hand.] I am. How long have I slept?

[silvergift]

[Gladly, she takes hold of her mothers hand and squeezes.] Weeks. The fairies brought you here just after you fell asleep.

[fiercestwarrior]

Welcome back, my Lady.

[ She is under no illusion that she counts as kith and kin, but she does have a great deal of respect for Galadriel and wishes to express that it is good to see her again. ]

[inafadingcrown]

Thank you, Lady Sif. You have been well, I hope?

Video, derp /shakes head at self

[fiercestwarrior]

Not always an easy question to answer here, is it?

[ That's pretty much a "not really" in a bad disguise. ]

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[firith]

[ It's always a good day when Galadriel is up and about. ]

I have the native Elves who follow me now in the Maechenibryth to the south, delving their new home under the mountain of I Othrann-in-Heneb, while Legolas is ... off, somewhere.

[ Can anyone really keep tabs on that guy? Not really, and his father looks not particularly too bothered; the kiddo is fine. Thranduil offers brosis Galadriel a relieved smile once the general update is done. ]

The weather warms with you to walk again within its chill, Lady.

[inafadingcrown]

[And she smiles in return.] Shall I soon hear word of a new Menegroth, then?

[It's partially said in jest- there's hardly any way that Thranduil can construct something that grand with any degree of swiftness. But she doesn't doubt that, if he has had any input at all, there has been some inspiration drawn.]

[She laughs] I do think the weather pays much heed to my presence, but the thought is charming.

[firith]

[ His smile deepens for a moment. ]

If a new Menegroth arises, you will have to visit first and root out all the endless corners by my side.

[ Even his Halls in Mirkwood of old were never as grand as that one true palatial home in Doriath, and he has a number of odd Elven tribes who want their say in what this dwelling shall look like; it might be a bit patched together, but he leans toward favouring that option anyway.

He flicks the feed to Private, tilting his head contemplatively as his other, larger concern weighs on his mind. Reluctant to meet Galadriel's gaze, even through the lockets, Thranduil hesitates over his words; he does not wish to spoil her retirement plans to remain across the sea, whenever they return home, but being the only one in the Drabwurld who knows the significance of the Dark Tree and the name Herumor is not a burden he wishes to share solely with his son. ]

There is a matter I would speak of with you, when you are willing. [ His tone is even, not wishing to cause undue alarm. Are they not literal worlds away from Middle-Earth, even now? No, the knowledge of how their home is changing for the worse yet again is a black smudge on his thoughts, he refuses to let the worry consume him. A problem for Men, nurtured by them. ] A trifle, nothing but a sign of how the time of the Elves has all but faded into the memory of the Men of Gondor. I paid no great heed to news from the south, or I did not until I heard ... rumours.

I have spoken of the entire matter with Legolas.

[ It was not that pressing, just a concern. ]

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[muscovy]

[Something was buzzing with the people around him, and after a bit of investigating Muscovy had it figured out that the cousin who could be scary but would also choose not to be had woken up again (he knows her name, but he remembers her more by that).

And after a bit more of listening in on conversations, he has it figured out that she must be in the Seelie castle. So, a while after the broadcast, Galadriel might sense a presence nearby - a head only at the moment that peers around a corner, body mostly hidden by a giant plant that is standing half in front of him. It's fairly clear that he isn't wearing the sunflower costume anymore, though.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Ah, she recognizes that little face.] Muscovy. [She smiles and beckons him towards her. This is becoming rather a pattern with them, isn't it?] I did not expect to see you here.

[muscovy]

Everyone is very lively because you are back, yes?

[He steps forward, not quite coming close but still closer, away from the plant and to a place where he remains just outside of her immediate reach. His hands are clasped in front of him, obscuring his tummy and most of his chest, but even so it is obvious that his clothes are, at least in style, Noldorin.]

[graciousness]

Are you well my Lady? May I fetch you anything?

[ asks the girl you haven't met yet but who is already very concerned for you since you're lovely and maybe you were ill and she needs someone to take care of seeing morgana is unseelie and also insane :| ]

[inafadingcrown]

[Concern from a stranger is unexpected. It draws a smile from her, soft and gentle.] I am well enough now; you need bring me nothing. [She tilts her head slightly and beckons Gwen closer] We have not yet met, unless I am very much mistaken.

[graciousness]

N-no my Lady. You are not. I simply -

[ she moves forward a bit, sinks to a low curtsy and presents her with a simple bouquet of flowers. ]

I could not keep idle. I only arrived some days ago. I came here since to bring flowers to those in the infirmary. Forgive me for intruding. I'm Guinevere, my lady.

[ she looks at her a bit, shy and feeling a bit silly. ]

Gwen, really.

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[liven]

I'd rather it shone upon the windows and window sills. How do you say that?

[ In the strange language the woman had just spoken. ]

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[inafadingcrown]

[She laughs and answers in Sindarin before switching back to the common tongue of the Drabworld.]

But it is simply an expression.

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[silme]

You are in the infirmary.

[ Of course it's said barely a second before Galadriel answers her own question, but the elf lord lingering in the doorway isn't in the mood to dwell on niceties. He's only just returned from getting something to eat, and the look on his face suggests that he is uncertain whether her being awake is actually happening, or just wishful thinking on his part. ]

An enchanted sleep, which is not an uncommon malady, or so I have been told.

[inafadingcrown]

Celebrían fell into such a sleep once, before your arrival. When she awoke, she had lived may more years of her life; I have lived no more of mine. [She just feels a little groggy and confused, frankly. Thanks, Drabworld.

But seeing Celeborn does bring a smile to her face and she beckons him in. There is no lingering in the doorway, silly husband.] I must have given you a fright, my love.