Video; Both Courts

[silme]

[ The locket turns on, allowing a glimpse of the bailey in Caer Glaem while Celeborn is figuring out how it works. He's been at court for a few days but keeping to himself. There are so many people in the castle, a babble of voices and stray surface thoughts, that he's spent most of that time just learning his way around and avoiding the larger gatherings. Finding this outdoor haven feels almost like a reward for his patience. There's still so much to absorb, and this - figuring out how the locket works - is one he feels he can put off no longer.

He stares straight ahead; tall, handsome and silver-haired, garbed in soft gray traveling clothes. The elf's expression is slightly wary (speaking to anyone and everyone, no matter where in the Drabwurld they are, reminds him sharply of Fëanor's palantiri and look how those turned out). ]

Le suilon (Greetings).

My name is Celeborn, lord of Lothlórien in my world. [ He trails off for a moment, not entirely sure what to say next. 'My world'. It still feels surreal, stepping through a fairy ring and traveling far beyond Arda. If he understands right, beyond Aman as well. This isn't his home. Although the little he's seen in certainly beautiful. ] I am a newcomer. Like many of those now here in this castle.

If there are any other natives of Ennor, I would be pleased to speak with you. My own people especially, but others as well. [ Celeborn pauses, then forges onward. ] While it grieves me that war against the long dark rages in other lands, I will do what I can to aid in its downfall.

Na lû e-govaned vîn. (Until next we meet.)

[ The locket feed darkens after a long pause, once Celeborn figures out how to turn it off. ]

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[Video]

[sculptor_of_aman]

[That she speaks Quenya with a pre-Exilic lilt is probably a dead giveaway that she is not of Middle-earth, but the brightness of her eyes, filled with the Light, is a clear sign as well.]

Amatúlië. Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo. (Welcome. A star shines upon the hour of our meeting)

I understand your wariness in this place, Celeborn, but may it please you to know there are many others here of your kind.

[Video]

[silme]

[ After living with a Noldorin princess for thousands of years, Quenya is not a foreign tongue to him. Although it probably should be, considering his uncle's long ago edict. But the accent is archaic, and a few moments pass before he's able to place it. Galadriel sounded much the same when she first arrived in Doriath.

So Celeborn repeats the greeting in Sindarin, before switching to her language out of politeness. ]

Êl síla erin lû e-govaned vîn. (A star shines on the hour of our meeting)

Hantanye. (Thank you) It does please me, my lady, though the cause of their presence is obviously a serious one.

[sculptor_of_aman]

What have you been told of your circumstances, Celeborn?

[silme]

That there is a great battle against evil forces and that, as a shardholder, they need my assistance.

[ There was more to it than that, of course, but he's still working out all the finer points for himself. ]

[sculptor_of_aman]

...not entirely. There are two factions, yes, and they are pitted on the brink of war. But "evil" forces they are not.

[silme]

I see.

[ That she is, at least, convinced of something. ]

[sculptor_of_aman]

...you have joined the Seelie court, haven't you?

[silme]

I am at their stronghold now, but that may change soon.