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paradisalogs2013-01-24 06:16 pm
silvertree) wrote in paradisalogs2013-01-24 06:16 pm
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A Spring without a Winter
Who: Celeborn & Whomever else joins.
What: It's always best to hone your skill for war during times of peace.
When: Afternoon
Where: The Park
Rating: PG-13
A pain shot through Celeborn's arm as he swung his sword. It would seem that months of no practice left his unprepared for today's vigorous training. While some would say he has no need to take up the sword again, Celeborn is quick to say otherwise. His stay in this realm left him with bitter distaste. He would much rather be returned home with his wife than left to linger here another day. While to some this realm is more like a paradise than a prison, Celeborn couldn't help but feel the latter. To him, Paradisa is nothing more than a gilded cage. A sordid reminder of his failing as husband and a leader. He believes that if he was more capable, they would've won their freedom by now.
The silver blade he carries must've been a gift of some kind. Perhaps some way for this realm to coax him into submission, but thankfully Celeborn isn't easily bribed. Now rubbing his aching shoulder, the Silver Lord stops briefly to observe his surroundings. The snow that fallen completely coated the once green fields of the park; making it look like a winter wonderland. While most probably don't find this dreary wintery setting to be worth admiration, Celeborn found himself doing just that. He always preferred the coming of Rhîw above all seasons.
What: It's always best to hone your skill for war during times of peace.
When: Afternoon
Where: The Park
Rating: PG-13
A pain shot through Celeborn's arm as he swung his sword. It would seem that months of no practice left his unprepared for today's vigorous training. While some would say he has no need to take up the sword again, Celeborn is quick to say otherwise. His stay in this realm left him with bitter distaste. He would much rather be returned home with his wife than left to linger here another day. While to some this realm is more like a paradise than a prison, Celeborn couldn't help but feel the latter. To him, Paradisa is nothing more than a gilded cage. A sordid reminder of his failing as husband and a leader. He believes that if he was more capable, they would've won their freedom by now.
The silver blade he carries must've been a gift of some kind. Perhaps some way for this realm to coax him into submission, but thankfully Celeborn isn't easily bribed. Now rubbing his aching shoulder, the Silver Lord stops briefly to observe his surroundings. The snow that fallen completely coated the once green fields of the park; making it look like a winter wonderland. While most probably don't find this dreary wintery setting to be worth admiration, Celeborn found himself doing just that. He always preferred the coming of Rhîw above all seasons.