Dec. 20th, 2014

oathshackledbird: Peaceful (Peaceful)
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[What first comes across the lockets is not video, but sound. It's the sound of someone small giggling. Two someones, actually. A moment after the audio starts, video does. The picture jumps around a bit before focusing on a dark-haired form sleeping on his side in bed. Those who know Diarmuid probably will be surprised to see him not only sleeping, but sleeping so soundly that whoever is messing with his locket--most likely a certain pair of mischievous fairies--doesn't wake him....

Warning: Fairy shenanigans behind this cut! )
rangerandking: (↠ unafraid)
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{Aragorn's quarters are impressive, though they seem to be rarely used. The covers on the bed are neat and the pillows are without dent. His personal belongings are sparse - mostly consisting of that which he can carry on the run - however he has amassed a nice collection of books. They are tucked away neatly on a shelf with an admirable stack of notes - in an ornate hand - beside them.

The flickering light foretells that a fire has been lit in the fireplace, yet he is lighting another, smaller, flame in a pipe. Once the herbs begin to burn, he brings the pipe to his lips, inhaling slowly.}


There is unease in the Drabworld. Foreign magic molds the land to its will and we are inclined to feel helpless before its might. I do not blame you for keeping counsel with only those you know and trust.

{He breathes out, smoke rising in the air like a mist.}

Yet are we not brothers and sisters in this plight?

{Unity might be an impossible dream. Even so, he has not given up hope on it.}

The danger I incur for speaking plainly is upon my head. I do not fear pain or death. But I do fear watching each court fall into ruin save for those who survived in the Drabworld long before our arrival.