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Introducing the People of Paradisa
Who: The Lord and Lady of Lothlórien & Everyone
What: While the two love birds have a romantic picnic within the courtyard, several nosy imps decide to crash their little party.
When: Midday
Where: The Gardens
Rating: PG-13 and much embarrassment on Celeborn's part.
[The gentle autumn breeze welcomed the two star-crossed lovers as they dined together upon several blankets spun from the finest wool. It was the perfect afternoon for a picnic, one comprised of clear sunny skies damped in bright cyan and fluffy white clouds that rolled past in an endless march to the distant horizon. Such a day was like most others here in paradise but what made this day so unique from others was two lovers who sat under the shadow of a sturdy maple tree. They dined and laughed in unison, the two of them greatly enjoying their time together in the form of flirtatious quips and innocent kisses. It was quite ridiculous how in love these two were but anyone with eyes could tell that they're definitely take their vows seriously.
Gently brushing his lips against Galadriel's hand, Celeborn was honestly not aware of the small crowd that gathered nearby. It seemed that many of Galadriel's friends have taken an interest in their timeless romance, many of which seemed more impish than curious. While he most certainly welcomes any and all of his wife's dear friends, Celeborn might be the first to remind them that this sacred time he shares with his beloved is his and his alone.
The Lord of Lothlórien can be a tad selfish like that.]
The glorious shine of the day fails in comparison to your beauty, my eternal queen.
[He whispers quietly with a faint smirk curling upon his lips. Celeborn could go on for days in admiration of Galadrial's celestial beauty but he rather not embarrass her so in public.]
What: While the two love birds have a romantic picnic within the courtyard, several nosy imps decide to crash their little party.
When: Midday
Where: The Gardens
Rating: PG-13 and much embarrassment on Celeborn's part.
[The gentle autumn breeze welcomed the two star-crossed lovers as they dined together upon several blankets spun from the finest wool. It was the perfect afternoon for a picnic, one comprised of clear sunny skies damped in bright cyan and fluffy white clouds that rolled past in an endless march to the distant horizon. Such a day was like most others here in paradise but what made this day so unique from others was two lovers who sat under the shadow of a sturdy maple tree. They dined and laughed in unison, the two of them greatly enjoying their time together in the form of flirtatious quips and innocent kisses. It was quite ridiculous how in love these two were but anyone with eyes could tell that they're definitely take their vows seriously.
Gently brushing his lips against Galadriel's hand, Celeborn was honestly not aware of the small crowd that gathered nearby. It seemed that many of Galadriel's friends have taken an interest in their timeless romance, many of which seemed more impish than curious. While he most certainly welcomes any and all of his wife's dear friends, Celeborn might be the first to remind them that this sacred time he shares with his beloved is his and his alone.
The Lord of Lothlórien can be a tad selfish like that.]
The glorious shine of the day fails in comparison to your beauty, my eternal queen.
[He whispers quietly with a faint smirk curling upon his lips. Celeborn could go on for days in admiration of Galadrial's celestial beauty but he rather not embarrass her so in public.]
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The shadow that crosses your eyes certainly is not a bird, it is too large to be a bird. Nor it is a small dog that has grown wings. It is, in fact, a dragon of that size. But not the same that Galadriel originally met. This one is colored black-and-red, slightly larger than his green-and-bronze brother.
Following the dragon is a girl of silver-gold hair and violet eyes, dressed in the garb of her people; a painted leather shirt, sand silk pants, and a choppy over skirt. For the moment she does not see them, not truly and does not think to call back her child as he flies about. ]
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Logically, she knows that this is Paradisa, not Middle-Earth, and that the sight of a dragon need not alarm her so, but it still takes the logical part of her brain time to catch up with her instincts. Words will take longer still. Give her a few moments and she'll say something about the girl- call out to her, perhaps. But right now her tongue fails her.]
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Uncertain as of how such a monster managed to make its way here to Paradisa, Celeborn's hand went to his sword instantly. Studying the creature as it came nearer, Celeborn's eyes widened somewhat once he realized just how small the dragon was. ]
It's a mere hatchling. [ He stated in pure awe and wonder. ] Not even hundred or so years old yet.
[ Somewhat fascinated by the small creature, Celeborn's gaze shifts instantly towards Galadriel once her hand reaches him. ]
Melamin?
[ His queen seemed utterly petrified by it and for good reason. ]
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Daenerys notices this, following her dragon's gaze down to them and blinking. The woman she recognizes instantly, such a person is not instantly forgotten, but the man she does not. Yet somehow they seem to match, to fit together. ]
My lady. [ Her brow furrows. ] Are you well?
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I am. Forgive me; I was caught unawares and reminded of days long past. I do better with dragons when I have prepared myself.
[She turns to her husband, releasing his arm.] I apologize to you also, Mela en' coiamin. I did not mean to cause you alarm or appear craven before you.
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How strange. ]
Apologize not, my queen. It has been many years since we've last seen dragons and even so, our memories of them aren't forged from fondness.
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I know they can cause fear as well as wonder in others, I apologize if my child caused you both undue stress.
[ It does not surprise her to hear such things, even in her own world there are those who fear her dragons. Stories of Aegon the Conquer and his sisters riding upon the backs of dragons raining down fire, they are enough to instill fear in some. Yet it is with fondness that she regards the dragon in her hand, moving to allow him to climb onto the leather shoulder guard she wears. ]
He is fierce and protective, but means you no harm. I can assure you.
[ Her gaze turns to Galadriel, puzzlement etching onto her face. ] Are you truly a queen, my lady? Or does this man speak with endearments?
[ The fondness between them is hard to ignore, but still IS THIS A THING YOU DID NOT TELL HER? GOSH. ]
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[But at that last question, the smile returns to her face, a mixture of amusement and fondness.]
Both, mayhaps. In our realm, we are called simply "The Lord and Lady," yet we rule as would any king and queen. My husband chooses the greater title out of affection, no doubt.
[And now you know why she was so amused by your rambling off that mile long list of titles.]
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[ Somewhat feeling embarrassed now, Celeborn casts his eyes downward to study the mythril wedding ring upon his fingers. ]
Therefore, I shall always acknowledge her as such.
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Then I have addressed you improperly. [ And as someone she believes is worthy of her respect this is totally grievous. ]
They are of value to me, your grace, though I am pleased to see your lady wife is no longer without you. Even with everything it entails. [ Blah blah, being trapped. ]
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You have not; it is common enough for Elven rulers to be addressed as "lord" and "lady." [She can think of a number of exceptions, but only two living one- her father, of course, and Thranduil in Mirkwood. Kings are less common than they once were for the Firstborn.]
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My kinsman once wore such titles as he ruled Doriath before a terrible obsession would claim his life. I, of course, speak of King Thingol of Doriath, the High King of the Sindar and Lord of Beleriand.
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Forgive us if our ways seem foreign to you. It's just that we have no need for titles.
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There is nothing to forgive, my lord and lady, as strange as they are I can understand them. Though I feel those deserving should be addressed properly and cling tightly to my own titles.
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[ ...Was that a small quip from Celeborn? One could honestly believe it was. ]
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[ She laughs shortly at Celeborn's comment. ]
I fear my "taste" is poor, I am still a young girl and can be fooled as easily as any other.
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totally not Galadrielhad to learn to admit they weren't infallible the hard way.]