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[tintalle]

It seems a cruel thing to take me from my home and my husband and our people. Who now shall answer when they call for my aid?

You must release me. You have no need of me, no plans.. Would it not be better, then?

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[ladyofrivendell]

[Just going to stare because HOLY SHIT.]

[tintalle]

[ have a warm smile in return, then. ]

Good day.

[ladyofrivendell]

[Celebrian bows low, at a loss for words still. When she straightens though, she does get out:]

Good day, Lady.

[tintalle]

[ she brightens at the return greeting. ]

I am glad to see you well.

[ladyofrivendell]

I am, indeed. This place has offered me quite a bit.

I hope that it won't prove too great an inconvenience for you, though.

[tintalle]

Has it? I am relieved to hear it, then.

[ a brief, chiming laugh. ] Ah, well, if an inconvenience is all it is, I shall count myself as fortunate.

[ladyofrivendell]

I've seen one of my sons already, my husband and daughter and my parents. It's a chance that I couldn't be more thankful for.

[Never you mind that she was put in a war game.]

I shall hope that it is only that for you, my Lady.

aaaa *faints in awe*

[bythewaves]

[ ...he has finally lost it, obviously, that's it, he's started hallucinating now. ]

[ faintly ] Lady?

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[tintalle]

[ her expression softens sadly. ]

.. Maglor. I did not imagine you here as well.

[bythewaves]

[ Are you supposed to talk to your hallucinations? What are you supposed to say to the middle earth equivalent of your race's patron saint? ]

The lady mun has taken a fleeting interest in me. [ have a clumsy bow ]

I did not think to see one such as yourself either, Lady.

[tintalle]

[ well, you're doing fine so far, maglor. keep it up! ]

I fear it is the result of the foolish notion of a young girl, and is doomed to end badly.

[ she smiles gently, reaching up to cup his face in her hands. ] I wish you well.

[bythewaves]

[ Sorry please check back later, blue screen blue screen you're actually HERE and I... askdjhaskdsh ]

[ have a flinch no, please don't soil yourself with me, and my but our shoes are suddenly very interesting ]

I thank you, but there is, I fear, no happiness for one such as I.

[ a bitter laugh ] And if they can hold one such as you, there is truly no escape for me...

[tintalle]

[ she tuts at the comments, hands falling to curl around his, pressing his fingers. ]

Do not despair, Maglor. You have not been forsaken, and you have spent many years in suffering and repentance.

[bythewaves]

[ Oh, her touch, it almost burns, and his hand aches so. Too much, too pure, too much like to the Light he had to give up. But he deserves the pain too, doesn't he? ]

Have I not? "The dispossessed shall ye be forever" [ just a bit bitter, yep, even though he knows he deserves it. ] No matter what I do, it will never wash away my sins.

[ He still won't meet your eyes ]

[tintalle]

No, nothing you do can make remove those blemishes. That does not mean, however, that you cannot still be forgiven them.

[bythewaves]

[ have a firm headshake (the stubborness is genetic too) ]

I fear that that is an impossible dream.

[tintalle]

[ feanorians! she squeezes his fingers once, then releases him. ]

Do not argue with me. In this, I am right.

[bythewaves]

[ he opens his mouth as if to argue then shuts it again and drops his eyes. He's learnt his lesson about arguing with the Valar. Still... ]

If my Lady says it is so, then perhaps it is. But I cannot see it.

[darkenemyoftheworld]

YOU!!! THE ONE I HATE MOST OF ALL!!!

[tintalle]

You bear so much hatred, I call it a wonder that you manage to recall that which you feel for me at all.

[darkenemyoftheworld]

[ Out of all his siblings, Varda was the one Melkor had despised even at the beginning of all things. Oh how he remembers the way she had always looked at him with that contemptible pity like he was somehow beneath her. He, the Greatest and Mightiest of all the Valar! The way in which those accursed eyes, full of starlight that always seem to see right through him and read his most secret thoughts. It was she who turned his brother, Manwë against him. Foolish, compassionate Manwë who had always held out hopes that they could reconcile with him, even after he had smashed their precious lamps. She who spited him with her stars that kept the darkness of his nights for being absolute. And most of all, she who's beauty he once coveted for himself in the same way he had lusted for Lúthien only to be forever denied it.]

THIS IS MY WORLD NOW. YOU SHALL NOT TAKE IT FROM ME A THIRD TIME. THE GLORY OF THE VALAR AND OUR FATHER, THE ONE HAS LONG SINCE BEEN FORGOTTEN BY MORTALS WHILE THE SEEDS OF DARKNESS I HAVE PLANTED IN THEM REMAIN FOREVER STRONG.

[tintalle]

.. Oh, Melkor. How far you have fallen. [ a small shake of her head. ] The world will never belong to you, no matter your strength.

[darkenemyoftheworld]

SO WHAT IF I HAVE!? DON'T TALK AS IF YOU COULD UNDERSTAND ME, STAR-KINDLER. NONE OF YOU EVER DID! YOU! ULMO! YAVANNA! AULE! MANDOS! NIENNA! OROME! NOT EVEN MY BROTHER, YOU'RE DEAR HUSBAND WHO ONCE "LOVED" ME SO...

[thingol]

[Even the disobedient ones revere you, Fanuilos.]

Lady. [There is slight bitterness--not toward her--in his voice as he bows his head.] If you are captured here, truly none of us may ever escape.

[tintalle]

[ she hesitates for only a moment, the tone making her expression fall slightly, before reaching up to gently curl her fingers against his jaw. ]

There is always hope, no matter how faint it may seem.

[thingol]

[His eyes rise to hers. He raises his chin not with her movement, but with her intent, and looks at her for some time before he speaks again, his words slow and measured.]

Long has it been since I looked upon you in Valinor, in the light of the Trees. Fair I thought you then, and mightier than fair. Cannot even the might of Varda, that which Morgoth fears above all, be of some use here?

[It's okay to smack him when he's smarmy. Melian has to sometimes.]

[tintalle]

[ she smiles, head tilting slightly, palms pressing together lightly. ]

You propose that I should use my power against children, oh King of Doriath?

[thingol]

I did not say against. [But he's being a little more thoughtful now as he speaks. A little humbled.] You power does more than destroy.

[tintalle]

Yes, that is so. However.. it has no place here. Not at this time, at least.

[thingol]

[A slight bow of deference. Because Thingol may be proud, but he's not stupid.]

Have you news of my kin in Alqualondë?

[Besides, you know. That lots of them died. He's still rather bitter about that.]

[tintalle]

[ the question earns a slightly stricken glance. ]

.. There are those that yet live, and have recovered. Even flourished.

[thingol]

My brother?

[He heard Olwë was not slain, but he has a hard time trusting everything said by the golodhrim.]

[therangerking]

[ Long. Stare. PAUSE... ]

My lady. [ He inclines his head, and jerkily gives her a vow. Ah, now Aragorn is all the more aware of his mortal blood, faced with one of the Valar. ]

Is the draw of this place so strong, that it stops the voices that have always reached your ears?

[tintalle]

I fear that is is more likely because my husband is no longer at my side.

[ she offers a small, slightly sad smile. ] Being parted is strange to me.

[inafadingcrown]

[Oh, Lady. How long it has been since she has seen your face. And how foolish she had been then. She bows low, lower than she has for many years, and averts her eyes, unable to meet Varda's eyes.]

My Lady. [What can she possibly say? How can she possibly express what she feels? She never forgot, you know. Never ceased to respect and revere, even in the midst of her exile.]

I had not thought to see you here. [Or ever again, really. But she lets that thought remain unspoken.]

[tintalle]

.. Oh, Galadriel. [ there's a brief, quiet moment, before she reaches out, carefully gathering galadriel's hands between her own. ] Please look at me. I suppose we both are far from home, now.

[inafadingcrown]

[There's an uncharacteristic moment of hesitation before she raises her eyes.]

My Lady... [She can't. Even now, she can't quite manage the apology she means. But for once, it's not her pride that's in the way. Words just... don't seem at all adequate.] I am sorry for it. You deserve better.

[spiritoffire]

There are many unfortunate circumstances which would force a separation from one's home and spouse. This one may not be the cruelest of them.

[updownunderhill]

[Congratulations, Varda, you've managed to surprise even Tom Bombadil. Most inappropriately, he chuckles, though he is well aware of the potential consequences of her presence here.]

Cheek, I'd call it, fair lady, more than cruelty. All these writers, always they're a-grasping far above their ken, though you're the highest I've yet seen any manage.