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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[elfmutt]

Yes, go ahead and shoot an accusing look at the confused half-elf. That's just what he needs while he's sprawled on the ground staring up at a very tall woman. He's staying there for the moment, but the stunned look disappears into a more serious expression at that.

"Who said I wanted to make your acquaintance?"

And not you know, stare at the tall elf lady with the odd colored hair to him.

[inafadingcrown]

"I would hope you do. I can think of few other reasons to follow a lady that are not uncouth."

Staring is rude, in other words. She approaches, her hands folded behind her back, examining him carefully.

"Man i enetheg?" The manner in which she asked the question is as much a test as the question itself. There seem to be a number of elves here; she can't be certain that he's from Arda. Of course, it also reveals something of her- her Sindarin, though perfectly correct, is marked by a soft Noldorin accent.

[elfmutt]

"What would I do to you?"

Staring is a totally acceptable form of thing to do to a person. And he slowly sits up, brushing his clothes off.

"Elrond." His name escapes him without thought. The words are familiar and unlike her he's not fully aware that other elves not like him are here. But he does narrow his eyes slightly, scooting away a touch. "You're not with them?"

Because that's the best question in the world to ask the strange elf. He's gotten used to people knowing who he is by virtue of how he came to be with his well, fatherish figures or something. He wasn't sold on that.

[inafadingcrown]

"You would stare, apparently."

The name means nothing to her. Not yet. But the question intrigues her and so she steps forward, even as he steps back. "Not with whom, little one?"

[elfmutt]

And he mutters quietly to himself, "That's because you're hair is different."

But he scoots further back, not standing yet. Her height, that look, no, he's not sure who she is. She's just rather frightening. "Maedhros and Maglor."

[inafadingcrown]

The names have a visible effect on her- a flash of anger, but she quickly reins it in.

"I am not with them, no. They saw to that when they burnt the ships at Losgar."

[elfmutt]

That would explain a lot, as if she had been with them he would have recognized that hair. But he backs up more, only to stand and run a hand through his hair and then sigh. "They burn cities too."

And that's a sigh but he's not outright defending them. He knows some of what they've done, and it's enough to not make him a particularly happy outlook on them but he can't fault them too much. They've treated him and Elros well.

[inafadingcrown]

She watches him carefully, pacing around him. And she wonders. He had given his name, but little else. Who is this child? After a long moment of silence, she speaks again.

"What is your connection to my cousins?"

[elfmutt]

He stands up tall, straighter then one may think a young elf would but it's habit. He'd given his name as that's all that was asked, he's well, not used to spilling more then that.

"They took me and my twin brother," he says that as he doubts she knows that about him and it's habit again,"into their house, after they attacked our home and our mother didn't return." That's easier to say then his mother jumped off of a cliff.

[inafadingcrown]

Our mother didn't return. He may not have said that she was dead, but it wasn't difficult to guess. Artanis softens a little, finally stepping back to give him space.

"I am sorry." She gives him a little nod. "I am Artanis, daughter of Finarfin."

[elfmutt]

Not quite, but he's not sure how to tell this stranger that tale. But he is thankful for the space so he finally looks at her a little more curious now, especially at that news which also made him angry at himself for not being properly respectful.

"My father is Earendil," and it's said with some amount of caution. He knows who she is now, and while he's not doing much to show her respect it's more out of a 'You probably won't accept it' thing than anything else. "And nothing to be sorry for, she's with ada."

[inafadingcrown]

She nods, though, again, the name means nothing to her as of yet. But she's been hard enough on the poor boy.

"I hardly imagine that my cousins have spoken of me." She began cautiously. Artanis had no way of knowing what they had told Elrond of her; likely they did not speak well of her, if they did at all.

[elfmutt]

No, no they really hadn't spoken of her, and her relation to them, outside of her saying it, is only known to him because he pays attention to things.

"They don't speak of much besides what they're teaching us at the time," it's a perfectly safe and honest answer.

[inafadingcrown]

"Then we are on equal terms." Meaning, of course, that they know nothing of one another. Finally, finally, her lips twitch upwards into a smile.

"Have you been here long, Elrond?"