Closed: Though you're far from home

[treehopping]

Date & Time: Feb 1st, say afternoon?
Location: Room 507
Characters: Rue, open for Galadriel and Dr. Aileen Kimbler
Summary: Rue meets her new roommates after arriving in the city.
Warnings: Mild risk of death from cute

[Away from the rain, from those who showed her kindness and the way here from the market square, Rue now finds herself faced with the door to her new 'home'. She'll be sharing it, she's been told, with two other people. Possibly. Maybe it'll just be one, maybe it'll be empty.

She's apprehensive but there's no choice except to step inside and trust herself to strangers company, the Intiative picked her roommates for her with no input from Rue. Maybe, maybe she could ask to move if they're unkind...

The key she was given fits like a charm and the door opens smoothly at her touch before Rue swallows and steps inside, slowly.]

Hello...?

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[inafadingcrown]

[It was the sound of a small voice that drew Galadriel out from her thoughts. Things had been stressful lately, and this was one of those rare moments she could take for herself, when there were no expectations of her. And she had taken it to just...think. One might even be forgiven for thinking she had been napping.

But the sight and sound of a child (a child! How dare they bring a child here!) was enough to rouse her from her position on the sofa. She stands, in the manner of all elves greeting guests, and offers a soft smile.]

Hello, little one.

[treehopping]

I think I'm supposed to be living here...

[Rue trails off, looking up at the tall (very tall!) woman before her, who is that sort of beautiful it strikes you in the heart. Like what the people of the Capitol might have wanted to be but fallen so short of.]

I'm Rue.

[inafadingcrown]

Well met, Rue. I am Galadriel. [She bends down a little and gestures toward a seat.] Come, sit. If we are to live together, it will not do for us to stand on formalities.

[treehopping]

That's a really pretty name.

[Rue nods and steps forward, glancing around the simple little apartment, her first look at how she'll be living now. Her eyes soon return to Galadriel however as she sits down.

Her ears are pointed, she notices.]

Are you human?

[She blurts it out, then winces at herself.]

Sorry, that was rude.

[inafadingcrown]

I am rather fond of it.

[Galadriel's eyes do not leave Rue, watching her examine the place. Such a little thing. At Rue's little outburst, she simply shakes her head and laughs.]

It was forward, certainly, but that may be easily forgiven in a child. I am not human, but of the Eldar- an elf, in the common tongue.

[treehopping]

[She's quite relieved to see that Galadriel isn't insulted, that would be a poor way to start things. Rue blushes a little, showing her age. Sometime's it still surprises her to be in world's where her age is taken into account for her actions.]

I don't think I ever met an elf before.

[inafadingcrown]

Then I am honored to be your first.

[Months ago, it might have surprised her that she had not yet met an elf. But it seems to be common in this place.]

[treehopping]

[She smiles.]

Have you been here long, Miss Galadriel?

[inafadingcrown]

You may address me by name, if you wish. Titles are not necessary. [It seems foolish, if they are to live in the same space.] I have been here longer than I would like, certainly, though not so long as some. It has been months.

[treehopping]

Okay. [She agrees, happy to do so with permission.]

That's sad, I'm sorry you've been away from home. You must miss it.

[inafadingcrown]

I miss it a great deal, but I am hardly alone in that. Most here feel the same, I think.

ah sorry for the delay! ;;;

[treehopping]

[Rue nods in agreement. She thinks most do but keeps her opinion about her own to herself. It always makes people sad.]

Is it very different?

not a problem! I'm slow lately myself <3

[inafadingcrown]

Very much so. I dwell within a forest- Lothlórien, my Golden Woods.

[treehopping]

A forest!

[See how her eyes light up in an instant.]

Are the trees gold?

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, a girl after her own heart? Lovely.]

The trees themselves are not, but in the autumn their leaves take on a golden hue. And in the spring, the ground is blanketed in Elanor, a flower of a similar color.