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[whichtheydefend]

A curious purpose you have, mun. You speak of Elves and castles, magic and things I have read about as a child. My presence is elsewhere promised. There is little time for many things, and my father requests that I ride to Osgiliath... to whatever end.

Perhaps it would be kinder, to be whisked away to some land of magic, but my heart would be elsewhere.

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[ophiovacca]

May I ask what makes you think it would be kinder?

[whichtheydefend]

My current orders may not see me return back alive.

[ophiovacca]

... ah. I see~ then I hope your mun finds you a safer place than your own universe.

[whichtheydefend]

I am sure there are many, but I would not wish to abandon my task.

[ophiovacca]

So you want to continue your mission, even though you know it could kill you?

[valouric]

And where would your heart be?

[whichtheydefend]

In Gondor, my lady. Dark things trickle from Mordor with each passing day, threatening the very foundations of Minas Tirith.

[valouric]

It seems there is no end to this darkness.

[whichtheydefend]

All things pass. I do not think this darkness is an exception to that.

[valouric]

Is it not? It has all but consumed those in its path - be they in Minas Tirith or in Edoras. Perhaps even beyond the world of Men.

[alomar]

There's no point in trying to go against what your heart tells you. [ Have a kind smile. It's a little wry around the edges but nonetheless sincere. ] I've found it never works quite so well as you'd hope.

[whichtheydefend]

[A smile in return.] As it is, the decision is out of my hands. Following my heart would be a simpler matter if my home would not be worlds away.

[inafadingcrown]

Well spoken indeed, Faramir, son of Denethor. [How does she know? Is it elf-magic? No, actually. She just knows of him and sees the family resemblance.]

May your words carry the weight that mine have not.

[whichtheydefend]

[Whoa, you seem to be an elf of some importance. Don't mind Faramir as he takes a moment to wipe the awe off of his face.]

I beg your pardon, but I do not believe we are acquainted. [He feels like he should know her, though. What he sees reminds him of something he's heard...]

[inafadingcrown]

We are not, though I do know of you. [There's just a hint of amusement at his reaction- about the corners of her mouth, perhaps.]

Forgive me. I am Galadriel, Lady of Lothlórien.

[whichtheydefend]

Lady Galadriel. [Again, there's a lot of awe here, but he remembers to bow his head in greeting.] Forgive me for not recognizing you. Not long ago I was given quite the detailed description of you, and now I see that it is indeed accurate.

[inafadingcrown]

Were you? [That amusement is a little more open now] May I ask who has done me such an honor?

[with_my_teacup]

I've met one of you before.

He was decent, for a do-good military type. Maybe you just need a break before you fuck off to try to get killed.

[whichtheydefend]

One of m kinsmen, or a man who would forfeit his life? Though I suppose the difference is little.

A pause would do nothing more but trouble me.

[with_my_teacup]

Yeah, let's just go with 'kinsmen.'

Then again you always were real duty-bound and tightass like that.

[whichtheydefend]

There is no shame in dedication. Do you have no cause?

[with_my_teacup]

No cause but survival. No home but wherever I'm standing. We ain't got much in common.

Yuh oh, I got some WoW in your LotR

[servesthelightindarkness]

You'll find many of us of the same mind, in that respect, that our hearts would rather be elsewhere.

aw yeah \o/

[whichtheydefend]

It is unfortunate that others find themselves in this predicament, but a common occurrence, I hear.

[servesthelightindarkness]

It tends to be, with muns, I have noticed as well.

We can eventually hope to be released, or at least find something worth to do with our time.