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eachdraidh2015-05-19 03:10 am
bondedgryphon) wrote in eachdraidh2015-05-19 03:10 am
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Video; Seelie Locked and Locked to those with Shard Palantirs
[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.]
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.]
Video; Private (we can say his is too, as cross court fraternizing is no bueno)
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.]
Video; Private
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. )
Video; Private
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?
Video; Private
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.