Re-Introduction
She enters as a ghost would: her steps are not audible, and she has a way of slipping from your gaze that makes you wonder whether she was not just a momentary illusion, a trick of the light that glinted off a polished surface, perhaps a reflection of the snow outside the window.
Yet... if you are looking closely you will see an elven queen of old - her hair is long and silver, her eyes startlingly dark against the pallor of her skin - if it is skin at all, if she is tangible, if she is real. For through her is visible the faintest hint of the room behind...
Her voice, too, is strange. The words are low and quick but clear, and more like music than speech, in a strange accent that few will remember and fewer still use, as she asks where she is.
Typist: A reset and re-typisted Míriel þerindë from the Tolkien canon, but with a twist: Taken from during her time in Mandos... so she actually is the elvish equivalent of a ghost, but visible to those who want to see her. Have fun!
Yet... if you are looking closely you will see an elven queen of old - her hair is long and silver, her eyes startlingly dark against the pallor of her skin - if it is skin at all, if she is tangible, if she is real. For through her is visible the faintest hint of the room behind...
Her voice, too, is strange. The words are low and quick but clear, and more like music than speech, in a strange accent that few will remember and fewer still use, as she asks where she is.
Typist: A reset and re-typisted Míriel þerindë from the Tolkien canon, but with a twist: Taken from during her time in Mandos... so she actually is the elvish equivalent of a ghost, but visible to those who want to see her. Have fun!