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[Zhaneel had been living in I Othrann-in-Heneb for the last two weeks, enjoying greatly the change of scenery. She knew there was enough denying the coming Void, and she was prepared to do her share to fight alongside others to hold it at bay, but that did not change the fact that she was enjoying having some time away; and Aragorn was as good of company as she could hope for.

She had been practicing her archery and by his hand was improving every day, and he had taken to teaching her Sindarin and Quenya at her request. As long as she was there, she thought it best to take advantage of the knowledge he had and learn as much as he could teach her. She was an eager student, and a fast learner and that eagerness brought her to the Elven courtyard as it had every other morning since her arrival.

Only Aragorn was not there to meet her. She had searched and when she'd come to his quarters, she'd found his belongings and his shard.

She gathered the items, donning his shard born palantir necklace and slipping Faramir's teleportation ring onto her unadorned hand. Elrond's picture, along with Maglor's letter and lockets belonging to Nuala and Arwen, were safely packed into a pocket of the Disillusionment Cloak she pulled over her shoulders. His shard went into a satchel that hung around her neck, the Elven made cloth fine, but strong.

She gathered herself and took to the skies, returning to the Cothromach first. She knew of the departure of the Starks that had ruled the battlement... most importantly, the departure of its lady Keeper Sansa. It wasn't until she tapped on his door and swung his door open, that she knew of the departure of one of her last friends, Dave Stutler, and his shard found itself tucked safely aside Aragorn's.

It's then that she activates her locket, her head held tall even as her throat tightens around the words.]

Aragorn, Keeper of I Orthann-in-Heneb... and David Stutler, sorcerer of the Cothromach... Both are gone from this world. Never could I have hoped for two finer men to call friend.

[She almost angrily wipes away the tear that slides down her cheek, tossing her hair from her eyes.]

My heart aches and they will be missed greatly... to those that knew them... [She looks at the locket again, this time allowing the tears to fall as they will.]

I am sorry. If you know of others that this message may not reach, I beseech you to share it.

[When she is through, she closes the locket and lifts the shard-made palantir, sending the same message across its confined channels to those that remain.]

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[ Another falls and all the one eyed elf can do is scowl─ though it is hardly any different to his usual expression. He remembers the official seals, the papers Thranduil left behind. They passed I Othrann-in-Heneb to Nuada, then to Aragorn, and now... to Iorveth. ]

Are you sure he is gone?

[Zhaneel does not recognize the figure in her locket, though he looks to be Elven of some fashion. She nods once, the motion quick.]

Aragorn is... was as kith and kin to me, and though this cursed land would be blessed for a man such as he to remain... I am certain he is gone.

[She is silent then, her gaze appraising of the man she knows not.]

Do you go to take up the mantle he has left behind? [She had not claimed the personal belongings of Thranduil, having left only with Aragorn's own.]

[OOC: had to tweak who this went out to, as she's not supposed to be able to reach out to the underlie court anymore. He can have heard about her post, word of mouth? Or some other such hand waved thing if you'd like? Iorveth ahould certainly know.]

Edited 2015-05-19 15:17 (UTC)

[ Iorveth scoffs, gaze falling away to look off distantly. The elfhome is far from here, in the midst of Seelie lands, a place he is hardly welcome now however... ]

It is what the Elvenking had writ, in case his successor part from this land.

( ooc; we can handwave he got his hands on a palantir at some point if that is not too farfetched. )

[She tilts her head, studying him from across the span of lockets as best she can. He scoffs, yes, but then his words remove much of what might have been scorn or some close emotion. She knows that some that hold the palantir were not of her Court and she wonders if this one is one of they from the Unseelie.

In truth, she has no qualms about the Unseelie Court, as there are several there that she knows to be as just and fair as any in her own Court. In the end, it was all a dice roll.

Her voice is soft when she speaks next.]

Then you should... [She rolls the dice.] Court be damned, if it is your sovereign right. [He nose curls and she looks ready to spit.] Wasting time fighting between the Courts when a greater foe approaches that is a threat to both... I do not understand. [Her expression falls calm once mor and she focuses on the individual before her. No, she doesn't know him, but if it is his by Thranduil's word... Another risk, but she takes it just the same.]

The Elves are restless... a faction cared not what man spoke in order, no matter who granted him his seat... Is there a message you'd have me deliver to them for you?

[ The look he gives her is harsh, unmoved, he does not bother to restrain the scoff and the roll of his eye as she goes on. Ridiculous that this creature is attempting to give him advice on what he should do. As if he did not already known. ]

I have seen kings start wars over less, do not bother trying to puzzle out their minds.

[ He cocks his head to the side, brow furrowed in thought. ]

Iorveth will return.

[Steve frowns at the news. He'd meant to visit Dave when he came back to the Cothromach. There just hadn't been time. Now it's too late.]

Dave...Dave was good. I'll miss him.

[Anorher face she's only seen around the lockets, but never been properly introduced to. Her smile is faint, but she nods.]

He was a good man... I hope he knew that in full before leaving this place. [She tilts her head as she studies him, brows knitting as she tries to put name to face.] You are... Steve?

I hope so too.

[Steve smiles, even if it's a bit sad. He remembers Dave using the magic that he was once a little bit unsure of to help defend. That's how he'll always remember him.]

That's right. I don't think we've actually spoken before. I wish we'd had the chance under better circumstances.

[She didn't want to consider that anyone might not know his name... that his sacrifices had been for less than he'd expected. She knew well how much he'd run himself down after the attacks on Cothromach and how seriously he took the repairs and re-warding of the battlements.

She dips her head in response, smile tired and a bit tight around the edges.]

Aye, I do not believe we have. [Her smile softens a bit.] Don't we all have such wishes... I'm called Zhaneel. It is a pleasure to meet you, Steve, regardless of the circumstances. [Because, seriously, what was the likelihood that it would ever get any better?]

Zhaneel

[He nods his head softly.]

I can't replace the friends that are lost, but I can offer a new one.

[A smile touches her lips at the offer and she inclines her head.]

I would be honored to consider you such, Steve... In these dark days, I believe we can all use as many as we can make.

[That tugs the corners of his lips up. It's a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless.]

I certainly agree with that.

Well that's just wonderful.

[Damn it. Loras needed them both.]

[Hers is a tired expression, Loras.]

I'm certain none of them leave to make our lives that much harder, Ser Loras. I question if they're even given a choice before being sent back, what with the wide variety of options we were given when we were brought here to begin with.

I do realize that. But they are gone. I have to focus on the rest of us, currently, and the vacuum their loss now creates.

[He's being a hypocrite. But that comes from him not knowing one well, and disliking the other.]

[She tries not to show her frustration or the fact that his reaction upsets her. Realistically, Zhaneel knows that, very likely, neither Aragorn or Dave meant as much to Loras as they did to her. However, she knew that she wouldn't have dreamed reacting in such a way when the Starks were called home... or Renly.

She exhales softly and the anger leaves her expression and tone abruptly. Everyone dealt with grief in their own way, and Loras had lost many in a short time.]

How does the Cothromach stand now, Ser Loras? [She would stand with her second home if it needed her. She could strengthen the wards Dave had placed and help with anything else she was able.]

As best it can. I will have to--the loss of Dave and Aragorn will weaken it, but we'll manage.

[He has been scrambling since Sansa left, and this just adds more. He simple has no more space to mourn for anyone. He must focus on what he can do, now.]

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