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Mineas Well Revisited

Who: Felix and anyone on the expedition
What: Exploring Mineas Well
When: November 17th-18th
Where: Mineas Well
Rating: PG

After days of walking in the dense woods, the group eventually came across a slightly grown over but clear path leading through the trees, courtesy of marked circles on the towering trees all around them. Many of the trees seems filled with some kind of strange fruit, though they seem rather grey and unappetizing to look at, and the wizard leading the group only stares at them with an frown. Those who have been here may before may recall these were once glowing tubular creatures that came alive at night. But now they seem dead, or at least dormant. Early after setting out this day, they come across a large hand-made gate, absent of any fence to connect to it, sitting just slightly ajar in the middle of the path. A sign to one side reads "PRIVATE PROPERTY: To all uninvited guests:
please ring the bell to speak to a messenger. Thank you." A cord extending from the branches above seems to indicate it leads to such a bell. After a moment of consideration, Felix pulls it, and it rings softly in the quiet. After a few long beats, nothing at all happens. Sighing, Felix pushed past the gate with a slight shove, and towards the clearing on the other side...

...and the enormous tree on the other side, many hundreds of feet tall, with several levels of tree house built into the different sections of it's branches. Unlike last time, it seems a bit to dim here. Too quiet.

EXPLORING | STAYING THE NIGHT | THE MORNING

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It's been a long day, and it's time to get some rest. The rooms, while a bit dusty, are still fairly welcoming to a weary traveler. Why not take advantage?

Or you could sleep on the ground if you preferred.

It shouldn't surprise anyone that Duke is looking for a low room that his pokemon can get into with him. Aina fortunately isn't that much taller than him, just terribly heavy.

"I don't suppose we could manage to get Cappuccino in here as well.." Duke mutters, looking about the rooms. No Duke, the quietta probably won't like the stairs.

There's nothing quite as likely to make Galadriel homesick as an elaborate treehouse, empty and uninhabited, though it may be. She hadn't been here for the first expedition, but she can imagine what this place must have been like when it was filled with life- filled with light- and it hits a little too close to home.

Elves don't really need to sleep anyway, so she'll leave the rooms for those who have more need of them. She doesn't want to be behind walls tonight anyway. She finds a quiet spot on one of the many walkways of the treehouse and seats herself there, her bare feet dangling into the air. And then, she begins to sing.

It's a hymn, something not unlike this, haunting and beautiful, filled with both reverence and longing for a time long past. She sits utterly still, unmoving even after she's finished her song, letting the final notes fade into the night sky.

Ghosts didn't sleep that well either. At least they didn't when they were half ghosts who usually spent the night superheroing.

So of course when Danny heard singing he goes to check it out. You never knew when some random singer was secretly trying to brainwash everyone and take over the world.

...It had happened in his world, okay?

When he finally finds Galadriel he stands and listens for a moment. But quickly grows bored. What kind of music was that? It sounded kind of like the boring stuff Jazz listened to.

"Did you have to pick the middle of the night for this?"

Galadriel turns at the sound of Danny's voice, offering an apologetic smile. "Did I disturb you? I apologize; it was not my intent."

"Nah, I was already awake. What was that?"

"It was a hymn to the Lady Varda," she answers, looking back up at the sky. "She who kindled the stars as a sign of hope amid darkness."

"Who?"

Danny had no idea what that was about.

"She is one of the Valar- the great Powers of our world." Galadriel glanced back at Danny and, just in case that wouldn't be enough, she added "Mortals have been known to call them 'gods.'"

"Oh, that religion thing."

Danny sounded uninterested. He knew what it was. Technically. It just wasn't anything that had any impact on his life.

When your parents spent twenty years building a portal into the afterlife in your basement, they didn't get invited to many churches.

"If you wish to speak of it as such, yes. It is somewhat different when one has known the being in question."

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He had been dozing, exhausted from the exploring and from the long walks through the dead zones, his powers subdued. Other things too, but Galadriel's song drew him up and out of the light doze. He closed his eyes, listening to the haunting melody of it, letting it wrap itself around him and give him comfort.

He pushed up and walked towards her, waiting until she finished to lightly clap his hands, smiling at his friend, the woman who had once held place as his grandmother according to the Castle.

"That was lovely, Galadriel. I do not think I have ever heard you sing," he smiled, sitting down near her.

"Have you not?" Galadriel turns to offer him a slight smile and nods in acknowledgement of the applause. "I am somewhat surprised, for I do so often. Perhaps I have simply been less public about it in my time here."

"Well, perhaps not when I have been around then. Your company has been far and in between for me of late," he said, placing no fault on either of them. He really should try harder, but there was the mermaid business and then the carnival. So much, it seemed.

"I would not mind coming to listen to you sing more."

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"I will be sure to tell you, then, when next I intend to do so." She laughs lightly. "Though I admit that this particular performance was more spontaneous than planned. Who can say when I may be moved by the moment?"

"Well, I hope to be equally nearby if you are moved again," he smiled at her, and comfortable enough with her to reach out and touch her hand lightly, as a son might to his mother, or grandmother as it were. He had not spent overmuch time with her, of late, but he still cared for his friend.

"It is perhaps late in the asking, but you have been well?" he asked of her, feeling guilty again for not taking more of an effort to spend time with her, to seek her company. He did enjoy being around her, and only hoped she felt the same and was not being merely polite. Sometimes it was hard to tell what it was she thought.

She smiles up at him at the touch. "I have been as well as one might be in circumstances such as ours." Never as well as she would be at home, in Arda. But not unwell, certainly.

"And you?"

He'd heard the song in the distance and come looking for the source, though he keeps his distance for awhile once he sees who it is, and stays there for a while after she'd finished. It had seemed like a personal thing, and it gave him a chill that was nothing to do with the autumn night air. But with it brought loneliness and the nagging reminder that she was part of what little he had left these days. How much distance could he really put between himself and the people who were trapped here with him?

Eventually, Felix approaches on the walkway and stops next to her, leaning on the railing next to her.

"What was it about?"

"It speaks of Lady Varda, She who kindled the stars and set them in the sky."

She didn't sing just because it's a song of praise, though, and after a moment she sighs and continues. "Caras Galadhon was seldom silent at night; often I qould sit on the edge of my own flet, much as I sit here now, and listen to the songs which lingered in the air- those sung by my people and those which the trees, the wind, and the stars sang in answer."

Felix's eyes flickered up the alien night sky. Even after so many years, part of him still searched for familiar constellations. And still expected a white moon instead of the soft blue.

"Caras Galadhon was the name of your home?"

"It is." She answers simply. "Caras Galadhon is both my home and the capital of my realm. It is built much like this- an entire city built in the branches of the forest."

Felix looked out towards the pathways winding their way around the branches of the great tree and tried to imagine what an entire city engineered that way would have been like.

"It must be a sight to behold."

"So it is." She sighed, turning her gaze back up to the stars. "I suppose I have been struck by homesickness, being here."

"We all feel that from time to time," he said, following her gaze with his own eyes. "I'd hardly fault you for that. Though sometimes I think I may be starting to forget what it was like."

"I doubt very much that you will forget. We have a way of remembering those places which have shaped us."