paradisalogs | (no subject)

Who: Galadriel and you
What: Nightmares
When: Now
Where: Galadriel's mind
Rating: PG-13. Battle scenes, mostly

Galadriel’s nightmare begins in a cacophony of sights and sounds, intermingling and fading into one another. The sounds of battle assault your ears: steel hitting steel, the snap of bowstrings, the screaming of dying of men. The smell of blood is in the air and you can feel the overwhelming heat of a blazing fire against your face.

As you stand observing, things begin to settle and you find yourself in the midst of a battle along a seaside, a sword in your hand. The landscape might have been beautiful- stunningly so, were it not for the bodies already littering the beach and the clashing of swords still surrounding you. If you have keen eyes, you might spot some familiar golden hair amid the chaos.

Do you seek her out? Do you flee towards the boats landed on the beach? Whatever choice you make, you should make it quickly; the Fëanorians won’t leave you alone forever.

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Oh, she knows exactly what is going on. Whether she will pause long enough in the fight to explain it is another matter. Once she spots, she will turn, shouting over the battlefield.

"Zelos! This is not your fight; do not tarry!" There may also be the distinct feeling that this was something she didn't want him to see.

Well, too bad Galadriel.

"Hey I'd love not to tarry, but I was kinda dropped into the middle of it!" He's running over to her now, at the very least to because he knows it's better to travel in groups in strange battlefields.

She will head towards him, fighting her way across the battlefield and meeting half him halfway.

"If you head inland, you will reach my father's court. You may find safety there."

He glances around...moving to block a swing that went straight at him. The attacker is down very quickly.

"What about you?"

"My place is here." She blocks another attack and moves to strike. "I will not abandon my mother's people."

"Your mother's-"

Okay, while he could respect that sort of sentiment..there was something going on here. Especially considering he had been to a few other places before this.

"Galadriel, this might just be the castle playing tricks!'

"The castle." It's like it hadn't occurred to her before; it was all too easy for her to get lost in her own thoughts. This was just a little more literal than usual.

She finally nods, her expression solemn. "I will come; this battle is long past."

He can see that it didn't occur to her before. Though it's understandable - battles aren't a great spot for deep thinking.

"Good idea! Lead the way!"