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Arwen Undómiel ([info]lady_arwen) wrote in [info]pandemansion,
@ 2008-07-02 19:44:00

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Entry tags:Arwen Undómiel, hannibal king, rose tyler

April 16: Arwen and open
Who: Arwen, open
What: Why is there a tree in the house?
When: April 16th; Morning
Where: Foyer
Rating: PG-13
Status: Ongoing

Walls touched with frost shimmered in the light and the frozen fountain gleamed. Reflections danced in the elevator's glass doors, including that of a perplexed elf-maid. Arwen Undómiel was considering very seriously the wisdom of returning to her room and remaining there until the stars fell. She would have returned thence already save for the presence of snow which refused to melt and reminded her oddly of Caradhras. No, the room was out, but she was not exactly fond of this situation either. First there had been the frightful days without feeling, then came the day she narrowly escaped becoming the prey of the 'cupid' and now there was a dead tree sitting in the foyer surrounded by boxes. This had to be some strange custom of Men, she reflected as she stared at the tree in its silver and blue shrouding. Perhaps it was a funeral for the tree? 

The elf-maid walked around the tree, her footsteps soundless but for the faint rustling of her gown. Her circlet was in place, an elfstone gleaming like a star on her brow. The fact that her raiment seemed to match with the mansion's rather festive mood was something she had decided to ignore. Arwen also decided she was going to pretend the tree did not bother her. Her path chosen, she started toward the door to the hall but paused an turned back. Once again the sheer strangeness of the scene overwhelmed her and she lingered. What on Arda was this? She failed to notice the bunch of greenery under which she stood, the arrangement of leaves and berries (a type sometimes called mistletoe) being somewhat less remarkable than the arboreal burial rites.



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[info]hellokittytat
2008-07-03 03:39 pm UTC (link)
“Holy God in heaven…” Hannibal murmured, reaching up to rub his chilled hand across the back of his neck. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen the snow in the rooms, or the decorations but if his calculations were correct they were closer to Easter than to Christmas. Oh well, the mansion was doing whatever the fuck it wanted to and Hannibal couldn’t stop it.

He’d dressed in layers, not too much since the cold didn’t bother him much anymore. It could’ve been worse; he could’ve been standing in it all night instead of under warm blankets. However, he really couldn’t sleep all that well in the cold, so with only three hours of sleep under his belt he decided it was time to find something to keep him warm…flesh, food, or drink. Either way he didn’t care what he found, he just wanted something to help keep the cold at bay.

Hannibal had made it down the stairs, although the process was slow going and finally made it to the kitchen. There sitting on the counter was a steaming mug of hot chocolaty goodness. He moaned at the very sight of it, and waited a few moments before he drunk it down. Now with warm insides he started back toward the foyer since the Christmas tree with gifts underneath had caught his attention, and he wondered if he had any under it.

As he reached the doorway he paused for a moment, head tilting slightly to the side. Now that, is a tall drink of water…damn. He eyed Arwen up and down, taking in the very beauty that was the elf-maiden (not that Hannibal knew she was an elf). His eyes went up to the doorway, a smirk pulling up the corners of his lips as he made his way over to her. Stopping a few feet away from her he cleared his throat, and crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s a pity you know that a lovely lady such as yourself is standing all alone underneath the mistletoe. Mind if I keep you company?”

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[info]bad_wolf_
2008-07-04 04:23 am UTC (link)
Rose woke quickly from her deep sleep, since her recent arrival to the house strange things had not stopped happening. Yet her usual life tended to help her overcome some of her fears. Looking out of the window there was still snow on the ground, so she put on her leather jacket in case the house was cold again, and wrapped her scarf around her neck for extra warmth.

As soon as she walked out of her room door she noticed someone in the hallway. As she neared she also noticed a dark haired girl near him.

"Well it is a proper Christmas now!" She walked closer to them as she spotted the tree and the presents beneath it. "So have we looked at the tags yet?"

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[info]lady_arwen
2008-07-06 10:37 pm UTC (link)
Arwen's brow raised as the man approached. Man... or something that looked like one. There was so much loss within him, pain and dark remnants of some cruel magic hung around him like a weight, and it gave Arwen pause. She regarded him in silence for a moment, ageless grey eyes watching him with infinite stillness. He was even more curious than the tree, as something of immortality lingered within him yet he was mortal enough. Was he something like her? A peredhil who had chosen the path of men?

"Your company is welcome enough, if you can explain this." She gestured to the tree. A glance upward at the mistletoe. "Does this plant have some meaning?" She might have asked another question if the young woman had not entered, and Arwen's gaze fell on her. The lack of greeting surprised the elf.

"We have not," Arwen answered the strange girl. Something in her reminded Arwen of the Doctor, but moreover there was something within her beyond the griefs of mortal loss. Something of her had been touched by the eternal, and Arwen once more wondered at the strangeness of this place and its inhabitants.

She looked at the two strange mortals, touched with things which should not be the ken of Men and lost within this dreaming place. Not for the first time she wished for Galadriel's greater talents at seeing within others. "This is a custom of Men then?"

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[info]bad_wolf_
2008-07-07 02:45 am UTC (link)
Rose was initially caught off guard by the woman's speech, but she did not hesitate to respond. "I suppose so, it's called Christmas. On the same day every year friends and families gather together around a tree like this and give each other presents. You know, good will, peace, and all that."

She offered a small wave to acknowledge the only male in the room, then addressed both of them. "I'm Rose, kind of new around here I guess. Who are you?"

The woman seemed so...foreign. It reminded her of the first time she met proper aliens. She looked like a human, but her mannerisms were so odd. The man seemed more like a regular person, and not too bad looking either.

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[info]hellokittytat
2008-07-09 10:38 am UTC (link)
Hannibal blinked as another woman came into view, “Yeah, Christmas in…whatever the hell this month is.” He sighed, wishing that he had more information to go on in this place. Sadly though he didn’t. “The plant?” Hannibal smirked, tilting his head to the side. “Normally when it’s hung in a doorway, such as it is now, the custom is to give the person a kiss that’s under it. Be it on the lips, or the cheek. So, may I?” He waggled his brows playfully at the elf-maiden, figuring his charms might win her over.

Hannibal gave a soft smile to the dark haired woman, and inclined his head. “He was about to open his mouth to speak but Rose beat him to the punch about the custom, and so forth of Christmas. He shrugged his shoulders, “Pretty much it, unless you want to get into religion.” Hannibal believed in what he could see, for the most part but part of him knew that there was something more out there than met the eye.

With a grin, Hannibal inclined his head to Rose and then to Arwen. “I’m Hannibal King, call me whatever you want and I’ll answer.” He shrugged his shoulders, glancing back and forth between the women. “You two lovely ladies are?” He raised a brow, “And no, we haven’t checked the gifts out yet. No telling what’s in them.” He eyed the packages under the tree carefully for a moment before looking back up.

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[info]bad_wolf_
2008-07-11 01:30 am UTC (link)
"I'm Rose, Rose Tyler" She moved closer to the man so that he could have a better view of her. "Wasn't yesterday Valentine's day? So much for the calendar."

Rose looked at the brightly wrapped presents beneath the tree and a chill went down her spine. Slowly walking toward the tree beautifully decorated with baubles of all colors and reached for the nearest present.

"Hannibal, right?" She looked from the package to her new friend, "I think this is for you."

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[info]lady_arwen
2008-07-12 03:53 am UTC (link)
Christmas? The families of men... gathered. For a tree. Arwen nodded, but rather wished her brothers were somewhere near to explain this. Was in in memory of something like the White Tree of Gondor?

"You are well met, Hannibal King and Rose Tyler," she said with a small, formal incline of her head, the elfstone on her brow flashing in the light. "I am Arwen Evenstar."

Arwen watched the human girl, her gaze solemn although a slight smile touched her lips. Rose was young, even by the measure of Mankind, for all that she carried such weight within her. "This Christmas is a yearly festival?" she asked with a glance at Hannibal. Of course, his suggestion of a kiss distracted her enough that she looked up at the plant above her and back at him.

"A kiss?" she echoed, turning to Hannibal with an incredulous expression. "Even if the one you would kiss is not known to you? Strange are the customs of Men, but if it is the rule, then I will abide," she said with a wry smile and a half laugh.

The wrapped boxes under the tree held Arwen's interest only a moment. "Valentine's... That is the day of the flying dwarfs... an interesting concept of love. Your world has both of these days?" she asked Rose.

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[info]bad_wolf_
2008-07-21 09:33 pm UTC (link)
"Yes," Rose put down the package that she was holding and walked close to Arwen. "the dwarfs are symbols that come from old stories." She couldn't help but smile at this woman, it was always fun to try to describe her culture to an alien. She knew some of it must sound very silly, but the conversation sparked fond memories of her family. Luckily, Rose was so used to traveling at this point that she could hide how much she missed everyone. Although, it wasn't like it used to be, the Doctor seemed.... different. Rose tried to shake off these thoughts by changing the conversation.

"Does your world have annual celebrations?"

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[info]lady_arwen
2008-07-22 01:25 am UTC (link)
Arwen nodded in understanding. "They are a myth." Once more she felt the sadness of the passing of time, for the short memory of men and the things that would pass from all knowledge for them.

Rose's question disctracted her. Arwen walked toward the strange tree as she tried to think of what might qualify as 'annual' by human standards. "I suppose Men may. We elves do mark the passing of the seasons, the turning of the stars... and our begetting days," she shrugged. "But I do not think we have anything which would quite compare to these days of your kin... The packages are gifts, are they not? Do we know from whence they come?"

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[info]bad_wolf_
2008-07-24 10:40 pm UTC (link)
"I suppose they are from the same .... whatevers that put up this tree." She turned and began inspecting the presents again. "There aren't any "from" tags on any of them, and I'm guessing that Santa didn't bring them." Rose remembered Arwen's lack of knowledge on "man's rituals". "Santa... he's this old man on a red suit who gives children presents on Christmas... it's hard to explain."

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[info]lady_arwen
2008-07-25 11:27 pm UTC (link)
"The... whatevers." Arwen smiled. "That sounds like a fitting title for them." As for the concept of Santa, she was not sure she wanted to ask further. A holiday of families with a wandering man who gave children presents... "A wizard?" she asked, thinking suddenly of Gandalf and the other Istari as she followed Rose's example and looked over the presents.

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[info]bad_wolf_
2008-07-25 11:34 pm UTC (link)
"I suppose so, I've never really thought of him like that, but it would involve magic. The holiday is mostly a universal day for goodwill toward men and all that." Rose found a present that made her stop searching, because her name was on it. She began to open it and inside the small box was a framed photograph of her mother and father. "Well this present was definately for me, but... how?"

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[info]lady_arwen
2008-07-26 02:11 am UTC (link)
Arwen's brows lifted. "But what of goodwill toward the other races? The dwarves and hobbits?"

She smiled as Rose opened the present. Her own hands had gone still as she found a box with her own name written on a tag. The paper bore a design of leaves which reminded her of Lorien but she wasn't sure it was wise to accept gifts when the giver would not reveal themselves. Sauron had brought gifts once too, and it had cost Middle-Earth dearly.

She waited to see what Rose's reaction would be and glanced over the girl's shoulder at the picture. "They are your family?" she asked.

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