Forward dated to June 2; video

[inafadingcrown]

[The woman who appears on the screen is sitting on the floor of a forest in what is obviously a makeshift camp. The chirping of birds and the faint sounds of horses can be heard in the background. Her first message is short and simple, open to everyone (though, admittedly, there are a few who she is particularly hoping to hear from).]


I am curious;  how many of you hail from Arda? When did you see it last?

For those who do not, tell me something of your world, if you will. I have time enough for a tale or two.

[Locked to Seelie]

Gi suilon. I am known to some of you already; for those to whom I am not, I will offer a short introduction. [She gives a little nod of her head- not a bow, but still with a slightly formal air.] I am Galadriel, formerly of Lothlórien.

I regret very much that I am not able to offer my greetings in person to those of you who have newly arrived, but, alas, circumstances necessitate my presence elsewhere.

Regardless of my absence, I would offer you- and those who have been longer in this world- use of the lembas and miruvor I received as a boon. Lembas, for those who are unaware, are Elven waybread. My supply of these is dwindling and even a little will provide nourishment for days, so I ask that you take only at need and sparingly. Miruvor is healing cordial, though it may also be used simply to renew strength. Of this I have more, but, again, do not use it needlessly. Both the lembas and the miruvor I keep in my quarters; my maid is likely to be about and able to show you to it. If not, you may contact me and I will find a way to make arrangements.

Upon my return, I will no doubt meet many of you for myself and I will be glad to offer what assistance I may, for I know well that this place may be frightening and strange, however welcoming our hosts may mean to be. Until then, keep well.

[Locked to Maglor]

[Ordinarily, she would deem this unnecessary, but she does know that he was traveling recently. And it's best he know as soon as possible.]

I do not know if you have heard, cousin, but yet another kinsman has found his way to this world.

Comments

[bythewaves]

How can I not, when it would have solved this problem before it started? [ so very, very bitter ] This world would be a better place without the sons of Feanor.

I... I was on my way to the station. This is why I was not there to stop him. He would have listened, cousin. I know he would have. But it is too late now. [ He is younger than her now, in this strange world where time is but a plaything to their rulers, but he seems broken and tired beyond all strength of endurance now, as if he were still the elder ]

'To evil end will all things turn.' and so it is. History is repeating itself cousin. There is no longer any hope for us and I begin to think there never was. If there remain any who would heed the words of a kinslayer I would pray only that I could spare you more suffering, but Valinor is closed to me, and I do not think our queen would care.

[inafadingcrown]

[Softly, but earnestly:] There is hope yet, Makalaure, even if you cannot see it.

[bythewaves]

For you, I think. But not for me. [ soft and sad ] It is far too late for us now.

[inafadingcrown]

[A sad little smile] Have you developed my gift of foresight, cousin? I have seen much come to pass that I would have thought impossible.

[bythewaves]

[ There is more than a little desperation in the laugh that she gets in return (and a good deal of hopelessness in his gaze) ]

When have good things ever come to the Feanorionnath? I had thought... I had hoped to escape that here, but it seems that the Doom will pursue us until the end.

[inafadingcrown]

I confess that I had hoped the same for you. [But- is it really too late? Just because things have turned one way, does not mean that they must continue in that direction.] I hope it still, truth be told. Your path is not set in stone, cousin.

[bythewaves]

It feels like it is. History repeats cousin, and I do not know how to stop it.

[inafadingcrown]

[She sighs. This argument is going nowhere and she knows it.]

Promise me you will do nothing foolish.

[bythewaves]

[ he hesitates before offering ]

I promised to be here when Father arrives. [ so he can promise to be here for at least that long? ]

[inafadingcrown]

When do you expect him?

[bythewaves]

He... he said he was riding out as soon as might be - and being father, doubtless he will push as fast as he can so... perhaps three weeks?

[inafadingcrown]

We will arrive before he does, then. You will meet with us, will you not?

[bythewaves]

[ He nods, yes, he can do that ]

I will be here. [ He promises ]

[inafadingcrown]

Good. We will see you then.

[bythewaves]

[ he manages to dredge up a smile for her from somewhere ]

Ride safe cousin. I will see you soon.