when I say Earl Grey, you say yes please

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Who: The 5th Doctor, Galadriel, and Arwen
What: A pleasant low tea and some private discussion
When: Sunday evening
Where: The Zero Room, Five's TARDIS, Room 1102, Cair Paradisa, Paradisa
Rating: I doubt this lot will get any saucier than PG.

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[inafadingcrown]

It was a sign of great trust that she had approached him at all, as accustomed as she was to keeping her secrets, and accepting the offer of the space was even more so. She could count on his discretion, and that of his living ship, and that spoke volumes

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Arwen knows the shape of the subject matter to be discussed. She has heard it discussed in fearful whispers in her father's secret halls, though she was never completely privy to them. Often she has wondered if the safety of Rivendell and the beauty of Lothlorien is due to the elves or something else entirely. If Galadriel's might is her own or borrowed from a trinket.

She arrives after her grandmother, hurrying her steps when she notices a flash of golden across the hallway. "Grandmother," she says by way of greeting, coupled with a brief nod. The room seems to be an ordinary one, but she trusts her judgment in this and many other things. If she says that here they may be able to speak without the Castle eavesdropping on their conversation, she must have her reasons.

"How shall I address him?"

[inafadingcrown]

She gives Arwen a nod in return as well as a small smile. She knows what her granddaughter must be thinking, but the room and the objects inside it are more than they seem, much like the man to which they belong. Arwen will find out soon enough.

"He introduced himself to me as 'the Doctor' or 'Lakare.' I prefer the latter, though I imagine either would be acceptable."

/mun is new to this "no threads in logs" thing, but ok

[cricketycricket]

The room was ordinary enough, in terms of an indoor greenhouse. Five was at the back of his TARDIS when the women entered, pruning some dead leaves off of one of the plants, and he carefully made his way back around at the sound of their voices.

"Yes, perfectly acceptable, either way." He smiled, softly, and doffed his hat to them both in welcome. "A pleasure to have you here, both of you. I take it I've finally the pleasure of meeting Lady Arwen?"

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Arwen follows Galadriel into the room, wondering if she should know the significance of his name. She blinks at first at the plants lining the room. It seems a brilliant idea. Noticing the man that must be Lakare, Arwen gives him a little bow in greeting.

"Yes, though the pleasure is all mine," she smiles, again trying to gauge his identity. He seems human by all measures, but he must not be one. "My grandmother has told me of your good will in assisting us."