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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[inafadingcrown]

[Taking the tablet from his hands, she stares at the thread for a long time. That's her. That's unquestionably her. And- oh, she's going to need to sit down. She sinks into a nearby seat.]

This...explains much. [She hands him back the tablet and leans back in her chair.] I am older there. I speak of a husband, a child... [Celebrían. If she didn't fully accept that she was hers before, she had to now. The pieces are slowly clicking together and it shows on her face.]

[incorrupt]

[ He laughs quietly as he takes the tablet back from her. He taps at the view of himself. ] That's me. Going 'round calling himself 'Major' like some high-falutin' arsehole with so much hot air in lungs.

[ He laughs again. Him being an officer. Him being an officer, when he hasn't got a pound in his pocket and he doesn't even have money to buy a new shirt to replace the one ruined and washed away by the rain. The only reason why he thinks that's Sharpe is because- the scar above the brow, the way he talks. Sharpe lifts his head up, and his eyes are sharper than ever on Artanis. ]

You don't look any different here than in here. [ He taps the tablet. ] That's 'cause yer an elf, or summat like that?

[inafadingcrown]

[She feels his gaze on her and immediately straightens her posture, raising her head. And just for propriety's sake, she makes a little noise of disapproval at his language. She was the granddaughter of king- the daughter of a king now- and, exiled though she might be, she would act like it.

If anything, her exile only made this more important- she had something to prove.]

It is. I will look as I do for the rest of my days.

[incorrupt]

[ At least he's not using the language to describe her. He's using it to describe himself, and that's a little bit better, isn't it?

He raises an eyebrow at her words, and he chuckles. ]

It might get a little borin' ta look into a mirror after some years, if that's the case. [ His lips quirk upwards. ]

What's that word fer this? 'Immortality', eh?

[inafadingcrown]

Fortunately, I have never found gazing into a mirror to be overly entertaining. [a little smile] Yes, "immortality" is the word for it.

[incorrupt]

[ Eyebrows. ]

The only one I know of who are immortal are angels, demons and God. I don't think yer one of those, are you?

[inafadingcrown]

Not at all. I am an elf. [Said as though it's the simplest and most obvious thing in the world.]

[incorrupt]

That'd mean something ta me if I know what's an elf.

[inafadingcrown]

[She tilts her head to the side. How can he not know?]

I am the first you have met?

[incorrupt]

Likely. [ He shrugs. ] I ain't sure 'bout that - you don't have horns in yer hair ta make you recognisable.

[inafadingcrown]

[A little chuckle] True enough. Still, I think you would have known. [They have a certain air about them.] I fear I will have some difficulty in explaining our race- I have little in way of comparison.