The fire of their hearts was young (open)

[inafadingcrown]

Date & Time: Starting Jan 19th, extending a couple of days. Vague vaguery
Location: See subsections
Characters: Aged-down Galadriel (AKA Artanis) and whoever
Summary: Artanis attempts to explore Exsilium and wrap her head around everything that's going on.

[To say that Artanis was not pleased with these developments would be an understatement. She’s found herself thrust into a strange world- yet another set of customs and rules she would have to learn- told that she’s to fight someone else’s war, and then comes across a child who is convinced that she is her mother.

It’s been a long day.

So, after ensuring that Celebrían was well cared for, she set out to explore Exsilium- a task that will occupy her for the next few days.]

[ooc: This is Galadriel (although she hasn't been named that yet) aged down to sometime during her first few months in Doriath. Using the same account and icons because lol immortality. Sections up.]

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[lepetitvoleur]

<sub>( In his exploration of the Hold, Remy hadn’t really thought of training, much. The thought has crossed his mind that his father would be upset if he let such things slide, but he then quickly decided he had more pressing concerns. Still, in combing over every inch of the place, he eventually ends up in the Hold’s super-gym.

He’s not prepared for the sight of her, has never seen an elf or anyone who comes close. So, Remy, with all his boyish enthusiasm, stops in his tracks to gape at her for a moment. He’s always been partial to beautiful things, but she’s really beyond his scope of understanding. He’s been called a devil all his life, too, so the possibility that angels might also be real doesn’t seem entirely far-fetched.

Eventually, as she begins to walk away, he manages to call out— )</sub>

Is dere something wrong with your sword—ah, madame?

[inafadingcrown]

[She pauses, turning towards him almost sheepishly. She hadn't meant for anyone to see that- an open display of weakness, to her mind.]

The blade is in perfect condition; its bearer, less so. I find I have lost the will to wield it.

[lepetitvoleur]

_{( He tilts his head, trying to imagine her wielding a sword. In his mind, beauty and danger go together, so it's not entirely strange. When she speaks, he nods and then offers her a small smile. )}

D'you need ta, here? Are you in danger?

[inafadingcrown]

They say we are at war, did you not hear? [There's a cheeky little smile to show she's not taking the Initiative entirely at their word. And then she shakes her head.]

I am in no more danger than any other here. I do not think it will be a necessity. Yet I also once thought that I would never see battle. I do not intend to be caught unawares again.

[lepetitvoleur]

_{( Remy pulls a face, and it's clear that he's having trouble believing a lot of what he's heard about the Initiative. Sure, it might be true that there's a war going on, but that doesn't explain how he ended up here. )}

Dat's the worst, isn't it? Bein' caught off-guard.

_{( He tilts his head. )} What're you gonna do, then? Fight w'something else?

[inafadingcrown]

If I must. If I have my choice, however, I would prefer to use my talents for healing; I have taken enough life. In the meantime, however, that means finding another means of expending energy.

[Nervous energy. The sort of energy that comes from having too many questions and not enough answers. And not enough patience to deal with it.]

[lepetitvoleur]

Energy, huh. _{( He says that sort of musingly. His energy is mostly destructive. )}

That's very noble, madame.

[inafadingcrown]

Is it? [A touch of bitterness seeps into her tone.] I must confess, it is out of desire to spare myself as much as any other. [Perhaps more.] But it is kind of you to say so.

[lepetitvoleur]

_{( He tilts his head at that, trying to decipher her tone. Then he shakes his head vigorously. )}

Mos' people would rather fight. Whatever your reasons are, not wantin' too is prob'ly nicer.

[inafadingcrown]

And you? [She'd rather shift the conversation away from herself.] Will you fight?

[lepetitvoleur]

I know how. _{( He says, with a shrug. )}

But ...'s not my fight.

[inafadingcrown]

[A nod] I feel much the same. I do not take kindly to being used as a pawn.

[lepetitvoleur]

No one can use you, if y'know that's what they're doing. _{( He says that thoughtfully, considering the lessons he'd been taught. )}

You're still de one makin' the decisions, then.

[inafadingcrown]

[She's not entirely certain that is true, after all she's seen. After the way Morgoth wove his hate into the minds of the Noldor through Fëanor, the one who hated him most. She hasn't fully realized the extent yet- she's just beginning to see. But she has an idea.]

Mayhaps. Yet I regard even the attempt as an insult and an injury.

[lepetitvoleur]

_{( He nods, vigorously, not wanting to contradict her. )}

Oui, dat's... that's pretty arrogant, bringin' someone like you here.

[inafadingcrown]

[She chuckles suddenly, glancing down at the floor. Someone like her. He had no idea.]

Forgive me, you do not even know my name. [She gives a little nod.] I am Artanis, daughter of Finarfin.

[lepetitvoleur]

_{( His head cocks to the side at that chuckle, but straightens up when she introduces herself. He offers her a half-bow, the kind of gesture that is normally just theatric, but from him seems all deference. )}

Madame. I'm Remy, Remy Lebeau.

[inafadingcrown]

[She appreciates the bow, really. It's more than most people have given her here.]

It is a pleasure.

[lepetitvoleur]

Mine, too. _{( Nodding! But then, a little uncertain: )}

You're not... human, are you?

[inafadingcrown]

Not at all. I am of the Eldar, the Firstborn- Elven, if you wish. [A little pause. She hopes this doesn't sound rude because she doesn't mean it that way.] I have never seen so many mortals as I have here.

[lepetitvoleur]

Really? I didn't think dere were so many a us... _{( Of course, he lives on the streets of a super crowded city, so he wouldn't. )}

You're immortal?

[inafadingcrown]

It is less that there are a great number and more that I have known very few- [But then his surprise surprises her.] Naturally, as are all my kind.

[lepetitvoleur]

We got some immortals, back home, but... _{( But they're scary and looming presences, connected to the Guilds in ways he doesn't understand yet. )}

I never met one, b'fore.

[inafadingcrown]

[It's hard to know what to say to that. To her, immortality is the expected state.]

Then I am honored to the first.

[lepetitvoleur]

_{( He dips his head, blushing. )}

De honor is all mine, madame.