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.]

Comments

[inafadingcrown]

[What a strange looking man. She's far too polite to say anything, of course, but she returns his stare for a moment before replying.]

Fists will serve you well enough until your opponents arm themselves with steel.

[That came out far more bitter than she intended it to. Oops. At least he's already provided her with a place to re-direct the conversation.]

A family trait. My brothers are tall also.

[kingdom_of_song]

I dinnae know anythin' aboot steel, darlin'. Ol' Gong Bai has a rusty ol' sword he gets oot when the natives get restless. No one wants tae argue with 'im when he gets like that. 'e's an angry basa.

[Hopefully the accent isn't too thick for you, Galadriel.]

My da was twelve stone an' nae nearly as tall.

[This guy isn't as tall as she; he's six foot or more, skinny and lithe. He's more arms and legs than anything else. He waved the dirk around a bit, far from dangerous.]

I am so sorry for her.

[inafadingcrown]

[She gets the gist of it anyway. But unfortunately, she's going to get hung up on one little detail.]

"Darling?" [There's a sharpness to her tone. Really. She did not give you leave to call her a pet name.]

no worries!

[kingdom_of_song]

Eh, wot?

[He sheathes the dirk and sets it back where it belongs. And picks up an automatic pistol. Thank all the gods it doesn't have a clip in it.]

Sorry, I didnae mean tae offend. I, uh...

[THIS THING IS WEIRD WHAT DOES IT DO]

won't do it again.

[inafadingcrown]

Of course. [The apology is enough to sooth her rustled feathers and the pistol is enough to gain her curiosity. She peers at it.]

What is it?

[kingdom_of_song]

Och... I dinnae. It's...

[He turns it over in his hands. It's a familiar shape, sort of.]

Some sort of gun, I suppose. I dinnae know about this kind of thing. I dinnae like things what kill.

[Swann frowns and sets it aside.]

[inafadingcrown]

[She shakes her head] I know nothing of "guns." This is the first I have heard the term.

[kingdom_of_song]

Ah. Guns are weapons what shoot people from a distance, wee explosions an' the bullet--that's the bit of metal what gets shot out of the...

[He picks the thing back up and points at the end of the barrel where there's a small hole.]

... here. Outta the barrel and intae whatever's in it's path. But I dinnae know where the bullets go in.

[Once again, thank the gods there aren't any bullets in, as he looks down the barrel.] I think it's onea those things that changed when I came from where I live. Ye dinnae have 'em? Lucky girl--er, lady. Woman.

[He clears his throat nervously.]

[inafadingcrown]

[At least his explanation is easily understood.] We do not and for that I am grateful. Sword and bow cause damage enough.

[kingdom_of_song]

Och, aye I know. I see that wee giant's toothpick ye have there. There's a crazy bloke what swallows those things, at home. Rather do that than try tae go up against one. At least I could blame myself for the bleeding.

[inafadingcrown]

[There's the slightest smile at that, but there's very little mirth in it and a touch of sadness seems to linger on the edge of it.]

I hope you are never forced to do either.

[kingdom_of_song]

Good, for yer sake. I've no idea how tae defend myself, let alone anyone else. If I was yer Champion, you'd be doomed.

[inafadingcrown]

Perhaps if it came to that, we would be better served were I to act in defense of you.

have a half-coherent response oh god i should be asleep

[kingdom_of_song]

Oh, aye? I've no doubt, but...

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Show me.

[Why not?

[Then

[Oh God, what if she cuts my]

Uh. Not on me.

hahaha it's okay, I know the feeling

[inafadingcrown]

I would not draw my blade against an untrained man, even in demonstration. Fear not.

[She will, however, go back and pick up her sword- the sword she had found when she arrived, the one with her father's heraldry on its sheath. Her handiwork- she could tell.

She brings it forward with a kind of gravity; she's recently been reminded of the seriousness of the matter, after all. And, after a moment of hesitation she draws the sword.

A few blocks against an imaginary opponent are a good way to start. But eventually, she turns it against one of the targets in the room, bringing the blade down in a single forceful movement that slices into the target. It would have been a fatal wound on a person.

And that's immediately what springs to her mind. Thoughts of battle. Of death and blood. She stops abruptly and re-sheaths the sword, her expression grim.]

That is enough, I think.