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[elvenseer]

[ Galadriel stands before one of the walls within the office building the Elves call their camp, smoothing long fingers across the surface to carefully blend together colors she's spent several hours applying, having grown fed up with the blandness of the constricting walls around. If they couldn't have any growing things about them, then she would

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[mmmleather]

You are a very talented woman, I see.

[Ghosts? Games? NOPE. Just a beautiful woman making art. Being art. Zevran totally has priorities.]

[elvenseer]

[ It's good to have priorities! With a smallest of smiles, she inclines her head slightly in thanks. ]

My skill lies more with needle and thread rather than with paints and brushes, but your words are appreciated.

[mmmleather]

I see much skill, if I may be honest. If you are far better with sewing, that would be a glorious sight, indeed.

[Then he tilts his head. Did he just see...?]

This... may be a strange question. But are you an elf as well, by chance?

[elvenseer]

[ She merely laughs lightly at the flattery, not encouraging more but not seeking to reject his words, either. At the question, she tilts her head a bit in curiosity, giving a better view of one pretty, leaf-shaped ear among all the golden hair. ]

Not so strange, for there are a few of us here, among the other races. I am indeed an elf of Middle-earth; Galadriel is my name. I venture to guess I speak to a kindred, albeit not from the same realm?

[mmmleather]

[He'll take laughter over outright rejection. It's a nice laugh, at that.]

[But then she speaks, and he sighs -- most of the disappointment is an act, but part of him had been hopeful.]

Your guess would be correct, I am afraid.

[He inclines his head.]

I am Zevran Aranai, of Antiva. I do not know of this middle of the earth you speak of, but I have met another from the same place.

[elvenseer]

[ Sorry, Zevran, she is a happily married elf. Still, her smile stays on and her tone kind. ]

You are afraid? Surely it is not that unfortunate?

Well met, Zevran Aranai. I must say Antiva is equally unfamiliar to me, but I would be glad to learn more of it. Ah, I am not surprised that you have, for I have Elven company with me; Haldir of Lothlórien, Legolas of Mirkwood, and my granddaughter, Arwen Evenstar. Men there are too, and a wizard.

[mmmleather]

When one meets company as lovely as yourself... no. It is not unfortunate at all.

[... he'll still compliment her until his tongue falls out. Because, married or no, turned down or no, Galadriel is stunning.]

So many of your land? You are fortunate indeed. And, I must say, looking very good for a woman who has grandchildren.

[He pauses.]

A wizard? You mean... a mage, perhaps?

[elvenseer]

I should rather have my kin and friends remain safely at home where they belong, but alas, that is not to be. I shall be thankful of such trusted company, instead.

[ She chuckles at the blatant flirtations, slightly more straightforward and to the point than what the elves of Arda favor. ]

Our kind remain ageless and youthful unto the ending of the World. Is this not so with your kin?

[ Well, there's really no compact, simple way to explain the wizards. But she'll try. ]

A wizard is a common name for those five of the Istari who came to Middle-earth from the Undying Lands across the Great Sea - where dwell the Valar, the Powers of the World - to aid the Free Peoples of Middle-earth in their battles against the evils of dark lord Sauron. Their wisdom is great and their powers mightier than those commanded by the elves.

[mmmleather]

[He inclines his head again.]

Ah, you may have a point. But, I will admit, I have not seen much of this place... I do not see how it is 'unsafe'.

[As long as she's taking it so well, he'll probably call her beautiful until she shuts him down. Nothing wrong with compliments, he thinks.]

It... was, or so I am told. But then many things happened, and now? No, it is not so.

[He could probably explain it better if he were Dalish or something, but, at the moment, he only has a vague understanding of the whole elvish history thing.]

Ah-hah. So they are somewhat like a mage, then. Or... Wardens, perhaps. [He pauses.] That is, if you know of the Wardens?

[elvenseer]

Much of the foulness here is hidden from sight, or blended into the shadows, perhaps. But those with a sense for such things can feel it, the ominous presence here. It moves from time to time, switches vessels. I suspect this very force may be the culprit for bringing us all here. I have a feeling these lesser presences that have appeared within the last few days to watch us are but heralds to something more serious.

[ Her tone grows distracted at the last sentence, as if she's listening to something only she can seem to hear. She can feel the echoes of it, not quite alike the flashes of foresight she sometimes has, but definitely something that's about to happen. Only she cannot tell whether it's good or bad; but how can it be anything pleasant in a place like this? ]

Indeed? How very curious. I should gladly learn more of your kind and your history. I had never thought that there could be so many different races of elves in existence. I suppose this knowledge is one good thing to have come out of being captured here.

[ She pauses

[mmmleather]

[He tilts his head, listening. Something in her tone makes him listen quietly, instead of interrupting, or continuing to flirt with her. Maybe because something about it strikes him as similar to the look the Wardens always got around Darkspawn.]

Lesser presences, you say? Of... what do you speak? Something I must be careful of?

[A shrug.]

And I was aware of only two such races. I suppose this makes us even, yes?

Mmm. I do not know enough about the Wardens to make such a comparison, but if our worlds are as different as they sound, perhaps they are nothing alike at all.

[elvenseer]

Aye. Movements on the edge of your vision, gone when you turn your head to face them like ghosts. The feeling of being watched. I do not believe them to be dangerous - I sense no outright threat from them. I suspect they are merely to observe, and certainly to irritate. [ She gives a small, wry smile at that before sobering again, sighing just a little. ] Yet, I have no doubt more is to follow that shall not be so easily dismissed. The city seems determined to allow us but brief periods of respite.

Indeed. We are all in for adjustments in our knowledge here, I think.

Perhaps that is well, for some Wizards are known for their temper. I am not certain I should wish that upon anyone. [ Despite the censuring words, there is a fond smile on her lips, indicating a jest. ]

[mmmleather]

Hmm. So, perhaps whoever brought us here has set spies amongst us. For one purpose or another.

[He makes a face.]

If they are capable of magic, I am not certain I would wish to see such a thing.

[elvenseer]

Aye, that is my thought on the matter, as well. I should not expect the intention behind such act to be anything pleasant, in any event.

Fortunately, their ire tends to be just as quickly spent. Most of the time, at least. [ Saruman makes an exception, and Galadriel has never been fond of him in the first place - with good reason. ]

[mmmleather]

It could be worse. We could be tied in large sacks and starved while our captors had a great feast right before our eyes!

... Most of the time. Somewhat more of a comfort, I would suppose.