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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[silme]

Your son has a way with everyone, Thranduil. It borders on the supernatural, this gift.

[ While his tone is teasing, the older elf does, in fact, believe that Legolas ability to spin the bond of friendship with nearly everyone he meets is truly a gift from the Valar. ]

And if I beckoned? [ Entreated. Asked politely. If there are alliances to be forged, then Celeborn will start with his own kinsman. ] Would you be willing to meet with me somewhere ... neutral?

[firith]

[ He really couldn't put Legolas's gifts in a better light than Celeborn does now, that much is true. ]

If you beckoned, I would be there in an instant, but the way is barred until this nonsense in orc-lands is done. I very much wish to be clear of here, you know that.

[ It's like being on the cusp of Mordor, and quite apart from loathing the Desolate Lands they twist his lungs in such a way at times that Thranduil finds it hard to breathe. ]

Will you show patience with me, until my time is my own once again?

[silme]

I did not mean --

[ How easily one forgets that they are in the midst of a war, with fronts on all sides. While it is tempting to blame this long overdue conversation on his lack of wits, Celeborn is aware that elves literally cannot forget anything, and that his own reluctance stems from weariness of conflict in general. ]

Of course. You need not ask, I would do so gladly.

[ Just stay safe :| ]