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¢єℓєвσяη ([personal profile] silvertree) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2012-08-26 11:36 pm
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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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[personal profile] inafadingcrown 2012-08-27 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Passing through this lobby has become a daily occurrence for Galadriel. For nearly a year and half now she has gone about her business, doing what she could to find a way out and protect her fellow prisoners. Today had started no differently than any other. But then she spotted him.

She froze in place. The Lady of Light was very seldom taken off guard, but this- she had almost resigned herself to the fact that she would not see him until she was returned to her home. And now he was here, standing before her. It was enough to make her feel like a girl again, her heart pounding in her chest at the mere sight of him.

"My Lord?" There's doubt in her voice. She just can't help it. A part of her wonders if he isn't simply another look-alike or some cruel trick of the castle. But she hopes. She always hopes. And so, as she continues, her voice grows softer. More gentle.

"Celeborn?"
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[personal profile] hvic 2012-08-27 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"There is no king or leader in this castle." Her voice was cold and bitter in response to his comment. She had heard it from her spot in the lobby, clutching her journal tightly in her grip, and looked up at him once he was in the lobby. She could hear every word spoken in this castle within eye sight, and it was annoying. She supposed Edward had it worse, though, hearing thoughts as well.

What she was wearing was in no way practical - a long, flowing dress in a shade of red that accentuated her pale skin - but she could wear what she damn well pleased.
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[personal profile] radiantwingedone 2012-08-28 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Not that he could say he was familiar with the steps of everyone in the castle, but there was something a bit... different, about the way this one walked? Duke could, occasionally, start taking guesses as to gender, or at least height, by listening to walk now...

Of course, the voice was a very clear pointer for one or the other. Duke makes his careful way about the edge of the lobby, waiting until the sounds of movement were closer to lobby level before replying.

"Castle seems to believe it is. Although whether worthy of, or the king itself, different matter."
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