eachdraidh | MEMORY: [seelie and unseelie]

[The locket is broadcasting.

A modest group traveling through a pass, snow covered and somewhat treacherous but none seem concerned. All but one of the group is armed, that person being herself, and each have supplies on their horses. The talk among them is light and cheerful, she can feel herself smiling, laughing even. It seems like a peaceful ride.

And then arrows fall on them and the horses rear back. She’s thrown from her horse and lands hard, silver hair blending with the snow. One member of her escort falls just head, blood already staining the snow while his horse bolts. Another manages to hold onto their horse but it bolts as well. And then suddenly there are orcs, rough swords drawn and one member of her escort dismounts and yanks her unceremoniously behind him before the others follow.

There are too many though and they’re yelling for her to run, strong elven steel singing against curved orc blades.]

My lady, run! Run!

[She has no skill in warfare, she has a Healers hand. She can feel her heart beating hard and fast against her chest, making it hard to breathe. But with battle around her and blood spilling everywhere, nowhere safe for her to even try to help, there’s little she can actually do.

And so she does as she’s told and runs. She’s light on her feet, boots barely seeming to touch to snow as she moves. Behind her the sound of battle can still be heard, the sound of elves and orcs dying but she keeps running until she feels an arrow slam into her back on her side. She falls, gasping, and suddenly realizes there’s nothing but silence around her.

There’s hardly any time for her to try to get up before there’s the sound of movement behind her, too loud to be elves, her escort. And then there are hands on her, rough and ungentle. She does all she can think to do and struggles, cursing at them in Sindarin as they drag her, drag her past the bodies of her escort and the orcs they had felled, the mountain stained red and black with their blood.

Everyone is dead and a look of dread passes her features: what hope does she have?

Her struggles intensify and then something hard comes down on the back of her head and everything goes dark.]

(ooc: Celebrían won't answer for a little while after. Likely after curling up against her mother)

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[When Galadriel sees this memory, it's a few minutes before she can do anything more than sit quietly and fight the rising urge to be sick. But as soon as she has regained some semblance of composure, she seeks out Celebrian.

Wherever she is, whatever she's doing, Galadriel will just sit down beside her and pull her into an embrace.]

[She's curled up quietly when Galadriel finds her, pretending what was just broadcasted hadn't been. And she lets her mother pull her close, clinging to her a moment after. No matter how many years have passed, the thought of what happened still leaves her shaking.]

[Oh, Galadriel has no intention of letting her go. She positions herself so that Celebrian can easily curl up around her, if she wishes to, and gently rubs her back.] You are safe, pinig.

[She feels like a child again but she doesn't care, she needs her mother close to her right now as she fights to steady her breathing. A logical part of her knows that she's safe but she's beyond that right now and she chokes back a fearful sob, hold turning a little tighter.]

[It's not childish and Galadriel would tell her as much if she voiced those thoughts. For now, she's just going to hold her close.] I am here. I will be here as long as you need me, my love.

[She doesn't say anything at first, just leans against her and keeps trying to calm down.] Thank you.

[Her voice is soft though.]

You need never thank me for this. [She leans over to kiss her head] I am precisely where I wish to be.

I know but I am still grateful. [She's not likely to be moving any time soon. It's comforting, having her mother here.] I thought I had grown stronger than this fear...

I fear you may never be free of it entirely. [She keeps her voice soft and low, as soothing as it can possibly be.] But you have grown stronger. Think of how you were when you first sailed. You could not have borne this then.

I think you are right. [As much as she hates to think of it. She remembers how she froze at the sight of them when with Maglor though she hadn't explained to him why.]

I could not have, could I? [The thought brings a tired smile to her face.]

[And she gets a weary smile in return.] You see? You have no reason to be ashamed.

I know it but... [That feeling like she's a a child again returns.] Will you stay with me awhile longer? I do not want to be alone.

I will stay as long as you wish me to.

[Don't tell her that. Vulnerable as she feels right now, her mother might be stuck with her for a little while. And being alone, she'd be afraid her nightmares would come back after so many years.]

[That's alright with her. It's as she said; when her daughter is in pain, there's nowhere she'd rather be than by her side.]

Thank you. [She has to say it again and just keeps laying against her awhile longer.]

MEMORY: [seelie and unseelie]

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