Aragorn Elessar (telcontar) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-07-08 02:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | aragorn, avarian, caranthir, celeborn, feanor, galadriel |
Who: Avarian, Feanor, Aragorn, Caranthir, Galadriel, Celeborn
What: visions in fire!
When: Uh..a day or so after the lay down the law thing! Am behind on backlogs XD
Caranthir: *is trying to avoid Ava*
Avarian: *woke up, with another damn bloody lip, headed to healers, has been avoiding Caranthir ever since, too >.>* *is currently working the ovens in the kitchens, to make sure they work.... building up a pretty damn big fire*
Caranthir: *is up at the forges*
Caranthir: *isn't telling why*
Avarian: *makes up some bread batter* *checks the oven fire*
Caranthir: *forge forge*
Avarian: *pokes the fire with a tool, blinkblinks*
Caranthir: *foooorge*
Avarian: *stares at fire* *staaaaares* *drops poke-stick*
Caranthir: *FORGE >.<*
Feanor: *comes by* *eyes Caranthir*
Caranthir: *FORGE*
Feanor: *watches*
CAranthir: What?
Feanor: What are you making?
Caranthir: Some things for the theatre.
Feanor: *stares at what he's forging*
Caranthir: *FORGE*
Feanor: *points!* There is a dent.
Caranthir: *TWITCH**FIXES*
Caranthir: Is that OKAY?!
Feanor: Yes, actually. *walks off*
Caranthir: *growls*
Avarian: *still staring into fire*
Caranthir: *still FORGING*
Feanor: *heads down to the theatre, starts moving scaffolding*
Caranthir: *finishes!*
Avarian: *still staring, has a tear streaking down her cheek*
Caranthir: *cools what he's working on*
Feanor: *seems to be fitting the cieling with some carved trim* *Caranthir must have carved it at some point?*
Caranthir: *did!**working on some additional mettalic trimming*
Avarian: *finally snaps out of it, frowns, blinks her eyes again* .... That never gets boring.
Caranthir: *puts it down, works on the next part.
Feanor: *has a freak moment where he realises that he, Feanor, former High King is .... performing maintenance on a theatre* *twitches*
Caranthir: *would be amused*
Feanor: *might be half-amused, himself* *thinks Nerdanel would be proud* *looks down as Ava walks by* *points!*
Avarian: *ignores pointing, keeps walking, looking a bit ... out of it, and pale*
Feanor: *makes a face at her*
Feanor: You look as if you just spoke to a ghost!
Avarian: Perhaps I did. *keeps walking*
Feanor: *watches her go, makes a face at her back, goes back to what he was doing*
Caranthir: *starts working on a carving*
Avarian: *walks out of theatre, starts wandering aimlessly towards the Citadel*
Caranthir: *caaaaaaaarve*
Avarian: *is stopped!* *by guards!*
Guards: *squint*
Avarian: ... King?
Guards: The king is occupied.
Avarian: It's important?
Guards: >.>
Avarian: *runs a hand through her hair* Umbar important.
Guards: <.< *send a missive with a page to ask?*
Avarian: *tries to sort through things in her head while she waits*
guard: Okay, enter.
Aragorn: *made way, slowly, to office, for this >.>*
Avarian: *nods her head* *heads in*
Aragorn: *sits up**nods at her* Umbar, news?
Galadriel: *helped him, and appears to have decided to stay in the office*
Avarian: *pauses at the door, notices Artanis* *blinks*
Aragorn: *amused*
Avarian: *steps in, shuts the door*
Aragorn: HAve a seat.
Galadriel: Do not be afraid. *smiles*
Avarian: *takes a seat, warily* ... .. Umbar. Yes.
Aragorn: *waits*
Avarian: *stands* *paces* You already know they are a threat by water. .... I should think. You need to worry about the land.
Galadriel: *watches her, with a somewhat piercing gaze*
Aragorn: The land?
Avarian: They will come at you on both fronts. And they will not be as unprepared as you might think.
Aragorn: I've already sent Faramir, along with four companies of men, to negotiate.
Avarian: *shakes her head*
Avarian: Even with four companies, the kind of negotiating you are thinking of, will not be aggressive enough.
Aragorn: You do not think so?
Avarian: There will be fire, and ash, and .... metal.... and death. *shakes her head* There will be no negotiating with Umbar. Even if they entertain you, they will stab you in the back directly afterward.
Aragorn: What makes you say this?
Galadriel: *tilts her head, softly* She has seen it.
Avarian: *was about to launch into explanation, but... simply eyes Artanis warily and nods*
Aragorn: *nods his head softly* We will prepare for such things, of course. I would not send such a mission if I did not prepare for the worst case.
Aragorn: Visions do not always come to pass. That does not mean they need to be ignored, of course.
Avarian: *runs a hand through her hair* Mine are not always accurate. I try not to interpret too heavily. But these were definitely Umbareans, and they were definitely marching on land.
Aragorn: *looks thoughtful, and concerned* I will increase the watches along the border, even if Faramir's forces do not come across them.
Avarian: *nods her head*
Aragorn: *frowns a bit*
Avarian: Do you need a message run?
Aragorn: *was about to answer that he'd send Karigan, then scowls* I will send one of my rangers.
Avarian: *frowns* ... Then I will just.. get back to what I was doing. *nods her head*
Aragorn: Thank you. *smiles, though still looks grim*
Avarian: *walks over to the door* I am sorry, that it was not good news. *heads out*
Aragorn: *glances at Galadriel*
Galadriel: *looks deeply thoughtful*
Aragorn: what do you think?
Galadriel: It would have been interesting to see what would have transpired had you let her take the message herself.
Aragorn: *raises an eyebrow*
Galadriel: *half-smiles* She was overly eager. There are things, in this city, she wishes to escape. For her, running into a battle would be safer.
Aragorn: Then it is better for her to remain and face the things she wishes to escape, than put herself in danger trying to escape them.
Galadriel: Agreed. There is a great darkness within her. And I do not believe we ever did catch her name. *ponders* She has a familiar look about her, however.
Aragorn: She was noldor, that much I can tell.
Galadriel: *nods her head* And I would not doubt her vision. Innacuracies rise from interpretation, not the visions themselves.
Aragorn: *nods his head, and sits back, wearily*
Galadriel: *ponders* This is a dangerous war. Your enemy was strong enough to provoke the Valar. It pains me to admit it, but had I been much less than I am now, he would have defeated me. I believe you will want Olorin and Celeborn's advice on some of this, though there is not much we may do, directly, to interfere.
Aragorn: I would prefer to not wage war at this juncture. I had thought to deal with the shadow that remains in the east, before turning my eye south. I suppose events must change my plans.
Galadriel: I beleive, in this instance, you will be dealing with both together.
Aragorn: *glances at her*
Aragorn: Something new?
Galadriel: *shakes her head* The witches that raised Feanor and Caranthir were Easterling.
Aragorn: That does not mean we have the whole of the east aligned against us.
Galadriel: There are witches who are also raising the dead in Umbar, are there not? *eyes him*
Aragorn: They are likely linked, yes. *leans forward*
Galadriel: *nods her head* For now, perhaps, you might consider your next move from a bed.
Aragorn: *glancs at her* I am fine.
Galadriel: And I am not weary. *chuckles softly*
Aragorn: *looks petulant*
Galadriel: You are worse than Arwen. *smiles*
Aragorn: Only slightly. *winks, and gets up, acquisiencing(sp?!) to her wishes*
Aragorn: **is planted in bed!*
Galadriel
Galadriel: *goes to catch Celeborn up on the news*
Avarian: *goes for a ride, anyway*
Celeborn: Curious.
Galadriel: He may seek your advice. *nods her head, takes a seat on the bed*
Celeborn: Yours is not enough?
Galadriel: Yours may be different.
Celeborn: *nods* Perhaps.
Galadriel: *nods her head*
Celeborn: And how are you feeling?
Galadriel: *smiles at him* I am alright.
Celeborn: You are slightly pale.
Galadriel: *waves a hand, like this is absolutely nothing* The Noldo who brought us the information, from her vision, had a great darkness within her. It is mostly like that which caused me to go pale.
Celeborn: Most likely. *dry*
Galadriel: *tilts her head, regarding him* Allow me to deny this for merely a few years more...
Celeborn: *actually laughs* If you behave.
Galadriel: Are you accusing me of misbehaving, hervennin? *smirks slightly*
Celeborn: Yes, I most certainly am. *amused*
Galadriel: Then I shall have to be most insulted. *mock anger*
Celeborn: *smirks at her*
Celeborn: How is Arwen?
Galadriel: Absolutely miserable, and feverish. But we have decreed that she shall live. *smiles*
Celeborn: She would have had to learn, eventually, that mortals do have weaknesses.
Galadriel: Unfortunately these lessons are things which must be learned the hard way. Hopefully it only takes one such bought of illness to teach her this. *gets up, and curls into her chair*
Celeborn: I predict she will need at least two.
Galadriel: Nothing more serious than this, then. With any hope.
Celeborn: With any hope, yes.
Galadriel: *nods her head, picks up a book* I believe we shall be getting invitations to feasts any day now.
Celeborn: *raises an eyebrow*
Galadriel: Aragorn is much better, and Arwen's illness will not last long. Then there is Ithiriel and Maglor. *looks up from her book and twinkles her eyes at him*
Celeborn: Ah, yes. I thought they had not left that room much, of late.
Galadriel: *smiles* I am happy for them. *pretends to bury herself in her book*
Celeborn: *watches her*
Galadriel: *looks down at her book, eventually zones out*
Celeborn: *lets out a sigh*