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Thranduil ❧ The Elvenking ([personal profile] woodking) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2013-12-07 10:01 pm

Deck the Halls

Who: Thranduil and you!
What: Thranduil arrives! Kissmas shenanegins likely.
When: Now
Where: Floor 3
Rating: ... kissmas shenanegins likely. PG-13 to be safe?

When Thranduil had taken a step forward and found himself somewhere entirely different from where he had intended to be, the first thing he did was stop and examine his surroundings. Behind him was an open door of fine wood, behind that was an entirely unfamiliar hallway, in front of him was a room. It was furnished richly - too much so for his tastes, especially after having spent the past several thousand years becoming accustomed to the constraints and realities of living in Mirkwood, and even longer away from those whose business was crafting luxurious items that fulfilled no other purpose; the wood-elves made many beautiful things, but rarely anything so needlessly opulent. The sheer extravagance of his surroundings was in itself off-putting. Luxury was all well and good, but this....

Half because of the room and half because he should have been in a forest, and was beginning to wonder if the creatures he had come to attempt to dissuade from disturbing his people had somehow managed to reflect his magic back at him (but he was not asleep), Thranduil had turned and walked into the hall. It was nearly as rich as the room had been, gold and rich fabrics strewn everywhere, expensive woods and stones and glass as clear as water unfolding like a painting.

This was not home. This was nowhere familiar.

Exploring further was probably a good first step.

The door behind him had, in graceful script, his name on it, which was both thought-provoking and rather disquieting. It did, however, make him decide that it was as good a place as any to set down the bowl half-full of Dorwinion wine he was still holding, from the feast which he should still have been at; he had no real desire to carry it everywhere he went. Which left nothing to do but explore.

He both did and did not fit in with the grandeur of the castle - his robes were fine enough when the source was considered, but still rougher than what he was surrounded by, and there were a few dead leaves caught near the hem. He was crowned in leaves, with flowers braided through his hair, and although beautiful gems and gold and silver were winking at his belt and collar and fingers, they were not what lent him the aura of splendor that he carried with him. It was how he held himself which turned this all into a place where he could belong.
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[personal profile] inafadingcrown 2013-12-15 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
She nods. "Both the castle and the land are called Paradisa. All you will meet within these halls have been brought here as we have, in much the same manner- and suffer the same indignities." That last bit is accompanied by a pointed glance at the mistletoe- though, really, that's the least of it.

"None have yet found a means of leaving this land and few have ventured from the castle for long." For a variety of reasons, but she'll pause there and let him ask his own questions.
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[personal profile] inafadingcrown 2013-12-23 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is difficult to explain." She frowns and purses her lips; this is going to sound more cryptic than usual, even coming from her, simply because there is so much that no one knows.

"We are bound to the castle from the moment we arrive, whether we will it or no. One may only travel so far before one becomes keenly aware of that fact- it calls to us, for lack of a better term, and it seems more than capable of simply returning us here at a whim. There are some, of course, who live outside the walls- in the nearby town or the forest. Yet even they are not always spared these tricks, as you put it."
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[personal profile] inafadingcrown 2013-12-26 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Her expression does not change.

"You are free to do as you like, of course." It's not as though she particularly cares.
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[personal profile] inafadingcrown 2013-12-27 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
Why is speaking with Thranduil always so exceedingly frustrating? She's bristling a little now too, at that tone.

"Do you insist on misunderstanding me? I am well aware that you have no need of my permission, Thranduil. I mean to say only that the forest will likely serve you as well as the castle; it is more a matter of preference than aught else."
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[personal profile] inafadingcrown 2013-12-27 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
"I am glad I have been of some assistance, despite my easily misunderstood manner." She has a few more biting remarks, but she decides against voicing them.

"There is more I could yet tell you, but perhaps I should instead direct you to your son. He, no doubt, will be capable of explaining matters in a more acceptable way."
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[personal profile] inafadingcrown 2013-12-27 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
That, at least, is something she can sympathize with- that protective parental urge. She nods. "He spends a great deal of his time in the forest, though he also has a room on this floor." With that, she'll gesture... right across the hall, actually.
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[personal profile] inafadingcrown 2014-01-01 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Many whom you would not know." Obviously. But she's not trying to be frustrating, so she continues. "From Arda, there are only two others: Thorin Oakenshield and Master Bilbo Baggins."

She watches his face once she says the names; how he reacts will tell her a great deal about what time period he's from.
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[personal profile] inafadingcrown 2014-01-02 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
The lack of reaction to the second name is almost as telling as the reaction to the first. There is a lot that he should be told, but most of it can wait. For now, she's sticking with the vitals.

"The very same. He is alive, I assure you, and bears you no small amount of ill-will for reasons that I am certain you will hear a great deal about."
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[personal profile] inafadingcrown 2014-01-02 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
"He seems to have expected exactly that. What's more, he seems to have decided to hold this perceived failing against our entire race." She finds it as baffling as he does, really.

"I only give you warning; I make no attempt to explain it."
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[personal profile] inafadingcrown 2014-01-04 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
It's not precisely something that she would expect to hear from the son of Oropher, but she shows no indication of surprise. Instead she simply nods. "I believe I told him something of that nature when first we met."

She remembers Doriath too. Even if she is more forgiving than her husband, she does not forget.
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[personal profile] inafadingcrown 2014-01-05 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
She smiles slightly at that. It's fairly amusing, but it does bring up another point. "There is another point about this place which I should mention, Thranduil. It has been known to bring us here from varying points in time. I, for instance, arrived here from the year three thousand and nineteen of the Third Age. I suspect that you cannot say the same."
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[personal profile] inafadingcrown 2014-01-05 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
"That is one question even I cannot answer. As I said, much of the magic here is beyond my ken."

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