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]

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.