eachdraidh

[ The feed flickers on, displaying an elf seated in one of the more comfortable seats that the library of Caer Glaem has to offer. Nuada is garbed in his customary black, pale hair hanging loosely over his shoulders, and stares straight at the locket. ]

Good day, gentlefolk. I seek the fell beast known as Greenleaf. If you are near the environs of Caer Glaem, my lord, I can be found in the library. I would like to meet you.

[ And now that the invitation (or challenge, depending on point of view) is out of the way: ]

I also seek stories, or information, from those who may share their worlds with my kind. My name is Nuada Silverlance, son of King Balor, of the Clan Bethmoora. Some of my people - our gods - fled from home many years ago, and I have long searched for their location.

Therefore, if anyone would like to share their legends, I would be a most appreciative audience.

[ The feed shuts off a moment later. ]

inafadingcrown

[The infirmary in Caer Glaem]

[Finally, after weeks of silent sleep, Galadriel begins to stir. Her eyes open and for a moment she looks about her in confusion.]

Where am I?

[...the infirmary. She does know it; she's been here before, though more often as a healer than as a patient. But recognizing the place doesn't answer the larger question-]

What has happened? [There has to be a reason that she's in the infirmary, after all, and she doesn't remember being injured.]

[Video, open to both courts]

[After she has had time to make sense of the situation, catch up with those loved ones who were nearby when she awoke, and make herself presentable, Galadriel opens her locket long enough to offer a short little message. She opens with a warm smile and nod, as always.]

It seems that I have missed much whilst I slept. I fully intend to learn what I can through other means, but first, it would ease my mind a great deal if my kith and kin would assure me of their safety.

To those who have arrived while I was indisposed, I would offer my welcome, were I under the illusion that most were pleased to be here. As it is, it seems it would ring hollow. Instead I will offer the simple hope that your time here does not prove too trying.

Galo Anor erin radeg- May the sun shine upon your path. [And with that, she will reach over and shut the locket.]

smithwork

[ A bedroom beneath the Station. One of the larger ones, given Toothless is there with his head tentatively on the bed taken up by the limp figure of Jack Frost; dark blood looks like it's been cleaned up as best it can, smears remaining on one of Jack's legs around a nasty wound.

Specks of the same old blood can be seen on Hiccup's cheek amongst his freckles when he leans into view. ]

I've heard of people falling asleep for extended periods of time before, but do they often ... go through accidents while they sleep? I, I'm not explaining this very well. Sort of, like they might be getting injured somehow, but they're haven't moved? [ Dressed down for the broadcast in a red hoodie and layered green tshirts, Toothless has similarly had his saddle placed in a corner with Hiccup's armour. They've been here long enough to get into a routine. ] He's also a little dead, but he was that way before. It's more noticeable now since he isn't moving. Or breathing. Also, his clothes changed this one time? Gah!

[ Face-palming in frustration, Hiccup rakes back his hair. ]

See, I don't even know if I need a healer because all his wounds are re-knitting despite the fact he just keeps getting more. I'm not some magical undead warlock, wound-healing, mystical wardrobe stylist. If anybody could shed some light on what's going on, I'd appreciate it — Yeah, bud, what is it?

[ Glancing over his shoulder when the Night Fury whines in distress, Hiccup drops the locket upon seeing a dark bruise spread over their unconscious friend's jaw. ]

Jack —!

( ooc: so arisa is on hiatus for her fancy cruise and jack is being canon updated!! as a sidenote on her behalf, he's going through around 300+ years of accidents and junk as he matures/becomes a pro at what he does, so there are plenty of bruises/fractures/breaks to be seen in the first few days of his enchanted sleep. feel free to notice the signs! c: )

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. ]

stillhope

[There's some hesitation at first, unsure if the locket is working, but with a small sound from the imp beside her, she adjusts. The image is no longer one of the stars and boughs of the trees overhead but resting on the face of a weary elf. A weight had been lifted off of her with her arrival, though the chill still remained - seeming to radiate from within.]

Mae govannen [(Well met)], these creatures informed me I am in the Drabwurld just beyond the Unseelie castle. They do not seem to be able to tell me how I might return home. It is imperative that I do not linger here, my father will worry.

[Among others, though he would be first to notice her absence. It could be a terrible distraction from the war, causing worry when it was unnecessary - even cause a horrible loss. That could not happen - no on her account.]

Goheno nin [(Forgive me)], but I must return to Imladris at once. You seem to have powerful enough magic to bring me to your world, surely it could not be such a hardship to return me home. Thank you for any assistance you can provide.

[And with that the locket closes, uneasy eyes searching the forests for an unseen danger - far too accustomed to things like orcs roaming in the night. The sooner she could be returned home, the better.]

gloinul

[Not a video, just audio. It’s clear, however, that the person on the other end is inspecting the locket]

--hmph, thought as much. "Say a phrase and the magic will work", hm? Ridiculous. Who ever heard of speaking over distances with a locket.. Not even Legolas with all his fanciful Elven stories would have come up with something so foolish.

[More tapping and poking can be heard]

There’s nothing special about this at all. No gems, not even made of precious metals...and those creatures expect me to believe their stories? [A snort] I’d sooner believe there’s a man in Rohan afraid of horses! [He pauses, and then scoffs] Bah, listen to me, talking to myself. Legolas must be rubbing off on me more than I thought!

[Click goes the locket.]

inafadingcrown

[Locked to Seelie]

[Galadriel’s manner is all business like when she appears onscreen and her speech is the same- clipped, efficient, precise.]

Recently, I was gifted with several messages which I believe to be of great import. Until I am certain of their intended audience and their meaning, I am hesitant to discuss them openly. I realize, however, that others here have access to resources that I do not. In this instance, practicality constrains my caution; I would know what information others have on these matters. I would ask if the name 'Isengrim' means aught to any here, or if any know of either the Fourteenth Sigil or a Wreath festival.

[Sparse in details, but that's done purposefully. This is more fishing for people to respond than looking for information outright. She doesn't exactly want to carry these conversations over a public channel.]

[Private video to Peeta Mellark]

I have a favor I would ask of you, Master Mellark, if you are willing.

[Open for action in the Station]

[Anyone in the common areas here may stumble across Galadriel, her hair tossed up in a quick bun, bent over a map of the Drabworld, marking paths and locations with a pencil and jotting names and numbers down into a small notebook.]

menelluin

[The woman who appears on the locket would be a sight to behold -- if perhaps her hair were not in disarray or the dirt smudged on her face. Her expression is held tightly and deliberately; there's a sense that, if she let her emotion go, she might fall into something that she cannot come back from, not easily.]

I do not know who is listening. [There's a sense that she honestly does not care, not now.] I have but one question and I will have my answer. [Idril's voice is shaking, threatening to crack but there is a power behind it.]

Where is my son?

sculptor_of_aman

[The locket is held slightly askew, as the woman holding it has never done so before with this particular item. She's had experience with similar things, but she's still getting used to the locket. The Elven woman's face looks worried and a little sad, as if she's expecting bad news.]

Anyone who can hear me... I have heard talk of one who was killed recently. And the little I have heard... troubles me. The name I have heard is Celegorm, and he is described as an Elf with golden hair... among other things. I can only hope I am mistaken, but the description is very similar to someone I know. Someone I once called Tyelkormo.

If anyone knew him, and could tell me more about him... and how he died... I must know.

Please. ...He may be my son.

tawarwaith

[Tauriel looks at the locket with more familiarity this time. This at least was something she was comfortable with and it made announcing her reappearance a little easier.]

To those of you who do not know me, I am Tauriel of the Woodland Realm, previously of Mirkwood. To those of you who do know me, I am glad to see you once more, though I cannot say it is with any great joy. I am not happy to once again know that I have been recruited against my will to fight against those I deem dear to me. But I am glad to see familiar faces and know I am not alone. Can anyone tell me how long I have been away and what has happened? The last I remember was being in the Station.

inafadingcrown

( They took Dol Guldur, and Galadriel threw down its walls and laid bare its pits, and the forest was cleansed. )

brainiest

(ooc: link to a video representation here! tw for torture/blood)

THE DREAM;

[ It starts of as nothing more than blackness and screaming, the sounds flickering desperately and the panicked breathing soon taking over. When Hermione remembers this moment it's the pain that surfaces first, then the panic, then the horror of her memories, but it takes so, so long for the memories to crawl out and be more than just echoed sounds.

Then there are visions, flashes of a face bearing into her own, whispering to her and a wand moving in front of her eyes, the sound of a curse echoing around her body as she screams with the pain, twitching. Her vision swims, now, from the agony, even as she lies through her teeth - and she is lying, desperately, not expecting to be believed but relishing the fact that even now, when she's on her back on a cold floor with a witch trying to Crucio her to death, she can protect her best friends.

It doesn't take long for the other woman to come back and take over Hermione's light of sight completely, leaning close and shouting in her face even as she tries to bite back desperate sobs. It's almost impossible, not with the ravaging pain that's taking over her, and it's not until the woman moves to the side and jerks forward, body twitching as she does something out of Hermione's vision but she still screams, body lurching and everything twisting as she tries to get away.

Everything is burning pain and agony and there's nothing she can do but breathe and try to keep going, despite her tears, desperate sobs that overtake the entire nightmare. The one word that echoes, over and over, is Mudblood; mudblood, mudblood, each hiss like a stab to her heart and another cut to her body.

Eventually, finally, the screaming is over, her voice is hoarse, and she's left just... Staring. Her gaze is a little fuzzy and distant, a little lost, and her hands twitch a little, her body readjusting to it's pain threshold being pushed too far, too fast, pulling all her energy out of her and leaving her worse for it. Eventually there are more whispered shouts behind her and a hand lifts, grabbing her, a knife pressed to her throat and her best friends in front of her, their lives on the line again and she'd failed --

and then she wakes up. ]

ADDED ABOUT AN HOUR LATER, text;

I don't suppose there's any way to get rid of this, is there? I'm sorry for anyone who had to see that. I'm truly sorry.

rues

[ clarisse would almost never properly address the network unless 1) she wanted to brag about something; or 2) she needed help and only wanted to ask for it in a threatening sort of way. this particular broadcast is more of the former, as she just so happened to find a very shiny and very powerful little gem whilst things were getting strewn all over the map by the hedley kow.

at first, she didn't think to say anything about it, mostly because she didn't want to risk giving it back (she's felt more invigorated just by having it around than she has in weeks, which she isn't sure is a good thing or a bad thing; for all she knows it could be cursed), but since no one has mentioned it thus far, she deems it safe to boast about it over the network. and, there's also the fact that she's curious if anyone else was invited to join the golden cadre as she had been. let's pretend that's actually the point of this broadcast. ]

Never thought I'd find anything particularly useful around here without it being a gift from the High-King and Queen themselves, but turns out this little thing — [ she tosses the gem in the air, swiping it before it finishes its reverse trajectory. oh no, her face doesn't look smug at all. ] — is definitely something. [ she glances down as she rolls it around in her hand, then looks back up after a moment. ] Don't know what it really does just yet, but it's more than just a shiny rock, that's for sure. Feel like I could take on the whole Unseelie army. [ and with that comes a shrug and a confident smirk. ] Not that I didn't already feel that way before.

[ enough about that, though. she pockets the gem and it seems like she's about to cut the feed when something else crosses her mind. she doesn't bother locking this part to the seelie only, because she doesn't really care who on the unseelie side knows she's been asked to join the elite forces of high-king ridire. in fact, she'd rather they know. she's got nothing to hide when it comes to this war. ] I guess I should ask while I'm at it: anyone else but me get an invitation from High-King Ridire to join the Golden Cadre? If you did, we should talk. Unless you turned it down, in which case you're a grade A moron and probably not worth my time. [ seriously, who turns down a promotion from a king? she doesn't get the whole humble bullshit some people cling to. this is a war, she'll take all the promotions she can get until she's risen the ranks high enough to win this thing and go home. and with two final words, she nods curtly and cuts the feed. ] That's it.

[ ooc | clarisse is now in possession of the silmaril! and she ain't gonna give it back. it is her precious now. get your pretty little elf hands away from it or she will sic her dogs on you! ]

inafadingcrown

[This entry, Galadriel doesn't waste time with introductions or formalities, instead jumping directly into her question- a bad sign for someone normally so verbose. Her words are clipped- short, direct, precise, and to the point.]

Are there any here who have experience with some manner of [a little pause] an enchanted sleep? I have heard of such things, but I will admit that I have never had dealings with them myself.

[The reason for this question can be seen in background- a silver-haired woman sleeping soundly in one of the rooms available for travelers at the Station. Galadriel turns to glance back at her before continuing, the worry she has kept from her tone plainly evident in her eyes.]

I would also ask if there are any who know something of what becomes of those who disappear from this world. I know that it has occurred before, but it seems strange, does it not, to find a shard in place of the person who has left? We were told that these emerge only when one is near to death- [And that is why she's fretting about Elrond's disappearance too. She stops talking then and frowns at the locket, apparently deciding that she's said enough to make her point.]

You have my thanks. [And the feed goes off.]

[ooc: Or if your character is at the Station too, they can hang out with her in person. Also apologies for being slow lately; health problems have held me up.]

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] )

digophelia

[It is late in the evening and Alice is riled up from exploring. When she comes into view, she looks tired, but all the same, she's absorbed in the atmosphere of this world. Unfortunately, she's still in her blue pinafore dress and a blood-stained apron, plopped up on the castle walls with her feet swaying calmly.]

Curiouser and curiouser.

[She can't help but say it, thumbing her hands together with a key resting in her hands.]

How strange it is that even the stars, despite how bright they are, look nothing like the ones I used to see. They're certainly not this bright in London. But they will never be bright as the ones in Wonderland. Where I come from, these are nothing but old stories passed onto others from centuries ago, long before Her Majesty's kingdom actually became a kingdom. I still cannot begin to fathom why I was place in such a court, but-

[Her mind is wandering until Alice remembers.]

Oh, before I forget once more, there is a very tall, unusual man looking for his son. Tall with black hair, grey eyes, and pointed ears. Red-haired, I believe. I suppose if anyone were looking for their father, you may inquire with me.

[Being the paranoid person she is, she's purposefully withholding some information.]

warmassummersday

[To those who know him or are observant, Elrond looks perhaps a little stressed (more so than he usually might). Otherwise he looks quite well, though the image is just of his face.]

Greetings to all, met and unmet alike. I am curious to hear how everyone has managed through the most recent upheavals.

Closed to Castmates

[This was where he looked more worn, though still healthy and only a little bruised. He still manages a smile and holds the locket out a bit further to show he's dressed (unfortunately) in Unseelie colors.]

I am well. Rest easier, my locket of communication has been returned and I will be leaving within two weeks if all goes as planned.

[And he fully expects arguments about this, but won't shy from them.]

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