paradisalogs | An Unexpected Visitor [open]

Who: Celeborn & Whomever joins him.
What: Swept away by a sudden current, an ancient elf prowls the halls of Cair Paradisa in search of answers.
When: Midday
Where: The Lobby of the Fortress
Rating: PG-13

Unfamiliar gray-stoned walls welcomed Celeborn once the Elf first opened his eyes. It wasn't very often that the regal Lord of Lothlórien ever found himself at a loss for words but today he was. Imagine walking through the moonlight canopy of the Golden Woods, surrounded by wild flowers and fireflies only to be suddenly whisked away to some stoney castle. Celeborn couldn't quite believe his eyes as he stalked down the hallways in total silence. His long gray velvet robes tailed behind him as he crept silently along the halls. Almost tempted to believe that this was nothing more than a mere dream, Celeborn suddenly found himself standing before a spiraling staircase. The white marble stairs caught his eye as his fingers caressed the smooth wooden bannister beside him.

Not a single word were uttered from the ancient's lips as he eyed the grand lobby of this estate with reserved wonder. While he's certainly likened to a "king" by his people, Celeborn never possessed much fondness for such gaudy decor. This castle looked like something out of fairytale yet oddly reminiscent to the grand halls of Minas Anor, the City of Kings in Gondor. While Celeborn had visited there once before many centuries ago, he remembered eying the lavish decor in great fascination much like now. Deciding to descend, Celeborn loosely held onto the bannister as he walked towards the lobby below. "Such a sight to behold." he said aloud with mild intrigue. "But is this a castle worthy of a king?"

Of course the Elven Lord doubted he was alone within this palace but so far he hasn't seen a single soul yet. With a castle as grand and luxurious as this, Celeborn expected to at least run into a servant or two during his languid exploration of this nameless estate. An explanation must be had, someone has to know why he was summoned here.

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Duke certainly won't have to worry about such foolishness now. The Elvenlord would hardly ever be that rude to anyone even if they are Men or Dwarves. Celeborn prides himself in his humility and typical treats others with the respect he would demand for himself. While he's certainly not perfect in any sense of the word, Celeborn at leas tries to keep his haughty nature at bay. Whether or not he's successful is another matter all by itself but Duke has no reason to fret.

Somewhat wondering if this man was born blind or was blinded by accident, Celeborn had to force his gaze away from those blank crimson eyes once he realized that he had been staring. "Therefore the castle feeds off of our emotions?" he had to arch his brow at that idea.

"What kind of sorcery is this?"

"A complicated sort, if followed the laws I am familiar with." He can't really say he's relieved when that sensation of being watched shifts.

"Theory seems to be that it is off of 'life force', and the fluctuations caused by high or low emotions produces energy that the castle needs to survive. Thus those who find themselves here. .... Although this is mostly second-hand knowledge. I have not gone to these 'expeditions', to explore for further answers." Not quite bitter, but clearly aware that it was because he can't see.

For a moment, Celeborn said nothing. He merely watched the blind youth would a look that would never be seen by those sightless crimson eyes. A tinge of anger filtered within the Elvenlord's gaze, one that would've spoke of his dislike for this magical castle and its unearthly power. However, no such gaze could be seen by Duke and so they were missed completely by him. Yet if Duke listens closely, he might be able to hear the slight anger in Celeborn's tone instead. "Sometimes the answers sought are right under our noses and not aboard."

Mentions of the expeditions certainly sparks great interest in Celeborn but he decides not to speak of it. Instead, he focuses his thoughts upon the theory purposed. "You mean to state that this realm would surely crumble had it not been for us unwilling souls to pass through these unseen gates?" He nearly scoffed at that idea. "Quite strange that such a realm would need the aid of others in such a way. Are there no natives to this realm or are they simply not worthy enough as a sacrifice?" As far as he's concerned, it would seem that Paradisa itself seems to desire to use them all as sacrificial lambs for its wayward whimsy.

The anger is noted, and filed away. Duke is fairly certain it is for the topic, not for him, and so it doesn't bother him. He'd be angry at the castle too, if he didn't feel like it was pointless. "Often true. I believe the search outside the walls is to look into a similar castle that tried things differently, and now stands empty and.. as dead as a building can be." Duke needs to think on that last.

"I believe there are some. I admit that I have not left the castle often, but there is a town where some choose to live, and there are people who live there that are not of pulled origins. I have not spoken with them."

As quickly as his anger rose it just as quickly subsided. Showing his discontent will do nothing to erase the truth of his plight. Celeborn knows that he's doomed to face the same fate as everyone else unless granted mercy by some unseen force. Until then, becoming angered by this situation will not do him any good. Thus he reined in his rage and settled for a morbid tranquility.

"I see." Celeborn replied without a hint of emotion in his tone. "Is it safe to believe that those who live within the towns aren't bothered by our continuous presence here?"

They'll just have to be rather emotionless together. Duke has a bit of trouble expressing them in face or voice. "They have not attempted to eject us from the castle, nor seem to find trouble with those who choose to take residence off the grounds. If they are bothered, it does not seem to be something they wish to protest about." At least, he can't remember anyone from the town being frustrated at them.

"A search of your own through the journals or the castle library may prove more fruitful. The reading selection for me is rather limited."

Celeborn could certainly imagine how limiting the reading choices must be for the blind. While he doesn't doubt that Duke has a few acquaintances within the castle who would surely assist him, the Elf figured that blind man doesn't have much use for books or tomes. In time, Celeborn certainly plans to scour the library in hopes of finding out more about this peculiar realm. However until then he'll simply focus on observing others.

One could learn a lot through observation alone.

Almost offering Duke an unseen smile, Celeborn decides to cease with all talks of Paradisa in hopes of some more pleasant conversation. It dawned on him that the entire time he's spoken with him that he hadn't offered his name. Somewhat horrified by his lack of manner, the Elvenlord decides to rectify this.

"I shall heed your suggestion and investigate the corridors of the library soon enough. Until then, may I have the honor of knowing your name?"

So long as the books he finds are written with the blind in mind, he has some use for them. Unfortunately most of the books he was interested in were not written with the disability in mind. He will find a way around it, eventually.

The politeness with which Celeborn asks his name is sort of amusing to Duke. While he hadn't really been asked this often when he was home, he was more used to 'and just who the hell are you?!' or some similar indignant questioning when someone did ask. People in Paradisa tended to be more polite about it, but not quite to the extent with he was just asked.

"Duke." A short shrug, as he's aware that is usually a title.

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Seeing 'youth' makes me laugh inside. Elves 8D

Gotta love the Elves~!

Always~

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