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[personal profile] arlathvhen 2016-12-21 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She closes her eyes as he begins to comb her hair, slowly relaxing as she settles into her place. It's a comfortable one. Peaceful--safe, even. Like the things that trouble her can't quite reach past the door.

Thranduil's advice and gentle reproach is...expected, and more polite than it could have been. It's also very true, and Beleth has to stop herself from nodding, lest she mess up the combing somehow. It was even worse for Middle Earth, that much Beleth knew. But it was still a bad idea, here. It was something she'd known, even when she'd gone to speak with Alistair.
]

The Lady Galadriel mentioned that she had a friend whose daughter made such a choice. I couldn't imagine having immortality and... [ She drifts off for a moment, before going back to the original subject. Because she probably doesn't have the right to question the choices of elves she had never met. ] ...You're right. I told myself that, but. Wardens are...different. The Dalish have had allied with them from the beginning. And Alistair, in particular, has not only helped take down an archdemon, but while working towards that, he and his group helped save a Dalish clan from werewolves.

I had hoped--It would be different. And that, out of all the humans, my mother...I don't know if she would approve, but surely she would not begrudge him too much. That he would be different from the regular humans. He's...a lot better about elves than other humans.

[ The knowledge of his parentage is on the tip of her tongue, but she swallows it. While she trusts Thranduil, she made a promise--and she planned on keeping that promise, unto death. ]

But it doesn't matter. You're right, it probably wouldn't have worked, anyway.
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[personal profile] arlathvhen 2017-01-09 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Eight centuries. [ She murmurs it in wonder. ] I can't imagine living that long. If I were that old, I would have seen the Dales--And seen it fall, I suppose. [ She frowns. She couldn't imagine what that must have been like for her ancestors. ] Maybe...It's a good thing I never had to see that.

[ Her kneejerk reaction is to tell Thranduil that she isn't equal, or all that worthy, or--anything all that amazing, she is just one elf in a sea of amazing people. But--that's arguing with Thranduil, which would be pretty rude, considering.

Besides. Humans have done some pretty disgraceful shit.
]

You're right. I just...need to wait. It'll be okay. I have time. I just wish there were more Dalish here. Or elves, really.

[ There were currently two Dalish men that Beleth knew of, one being gay and the other being a former fuckbuddy, which is not something she is going to explain to Thranduil. ]
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[personal profile] arlathvhen 2017-01-12 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
It feels like Thedas spends more time in war than not. There's always one part of it that's fighting against another part. [ Through Tevinter fighting the Qunari, or Fereldan fighting Orlais--or mages fighting Templars. ] Does Middle Earth have more peace?

[ At the question of his age, she hesitates, almost spinning around to look at him, as though that would give her any indication of the exact number. But she stays still, frowning up at the ceiling in thought. She knew he was immortal, like the Elvhen of old, but the scale of just how old the elves could be was simply out of her scope. How could someone who only had a handful of decades grasp living over thousands upon thousands of years?

She would have guessed--maybe 500? That seemed impossibly old, but the way he'd spoken of Luthien being 800...She clicked her tongue in thought, then hesitantly offered:
]

Maybe...A thousand? That'd be...before we even started using ages to keep track of the years.

[ Distant, impossible ages were all but forgotten in light of a much more relevant topic: herself. And people. And people interacting with her. This time, she does end up pulling away from Thranduil so she can stare at him, face a mixture of embarrassment and alarm. ]

I--? Um. Well--If you think so. I'd be honored--? If I met them. But. I mean, it'll be fine. The next arlathvhen...I'm not sure, but the Keeper said that with everything that's been going on, they're talking about moving it forward. There's a lot to discuss. A fl--city elf wouldn't be terrible, if they'd be willing to come to the clan. But surely they would want to escape the alienage?

But this is all assuming the Keeper doesn't find someone first. So if all else fails, there's always that option.

[ She sounds much less dismal about it than Cyril did. It's not like her mother would ever force her to bond to someone. And she always seemed to know what was best for Beleth, moreso than she did herself. ]
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[personal profile] arlathvhen 2017-01-18 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Only having one war seems to be too good to be true, but Beleth knows that even one war is, really, one war too many. She can't see Thranduil's expression, but--she drops the subject. War isn't a pleasant topic, no matter what.

Furthermore, she's distracted by the, quite frankly, ridiculous age that Thranduil actually is, and sputters.
] Seven--Seven thousand? That's--Humans hadn't even arrived in Thedas by then! That's amazing.

Um. It was just. Another word for city elf. But, um. Not...polite. At least, to city elves. [ But the Dalish used it as often as 'shemlen', and Beleth used it among other Dalish freely. Maybe the city elves should just stop being so SENSITIVE. ]

Oh--It's more like matchmaking, really. It's all optional. And plenty of people bond without outside interference. But if you're still single by a certain age and you haven't really shown much success on your own, sometimes Keepers will...try to help you along. They usually just ask around to other Keepers, if they have any single people around your age, and they might pick someone they think would suit you. Then they'll bring it up with you, and have the two of you meet, and see how you get along.

We're not shemlen, we don't force anyone to agree to a match. You can say no, or break off at any point in the engagement. [ What Beleth doesn't mention is that refusing is entirely dependent on your willingness to snub your Keeper and what they think is best for you. Which. Can be difficult. ]
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[personal profile] extramural 2017-02-06 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It takes a few days after they first arrive in this possible future for the Outsider to have both the presence of mind and the ability to reach out to Thranduil. Magebane is a heady thing, but they have hidden in Kirkwall and his magic returns to him, black returning to his eyes.

He is not fully recovered when he reaches out. He doesn't care. Corvo is accounted for, alive but not well. What of Thranduil?

The statue he had given him after Halamshiral was meant for this; crafted by his hands, small but sturdy. It should not, by all rights, move. Yet it does, magic breathing into it a sort of life -- which means the statue is clearing its throat, wherever Thranduil might have it. ]


I hear it has been a few years, my friend.

[ The face on the statue is unmistakably the Outsider, but that's to be expected. The voice is probably more surprising. ]
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[personal profile] extramural 2017-02-06 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Thranduil.

[ There he is -- he looks the same, though the surroundings are new. At least he is not corrupted with red lyrium, not dead, not a prisoner. The statue smiles softly, inclines its head; yes, it's him. ]

None of us who went to Haven on the mission died, as you all thought we did. There must have been something wrong with the Veil between this world and the Fade; I've seen it in my own world, places where large works of magic have made the Void bleed in, have made time go back and forth.

This is a future, [ a, not the, because he has no intention of letting it get like this ] and we are from your past. We were shoved forward in time against our will. We're in Kirkwall, at the moment, having been captured. I suspect we will be making quite a bit of noise and then heading toward where the rest of the Inquisition is soon.

[ The statue stills for a moment, and then one hand comes up, rubs at the back of its neck. It's a hasty explanation, though no less true. It does not truly give weight to the emotions, the harshness of this present -- but to be fair, the Outsider often doesn't do that even when he has the time to do so. ]

Whatever you are doing -- we must get back to Haven. This can be changed.
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[personal profile] extramural 2017-02-07 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Undone.

[ At least, he would think so. This is their timeline in places it could have gone but will not, with their presence both here and in the past. It could continue, next to the timeline he will return to -- but the Outsider has never known time to be that way. He has seen so many possibilities, but there is only ever one end. ]

There is another rifter here who insists that this is not related to magic at all, but I have seen things like this before. There is no science here that explains how we were thrust forward into the future. His understanding of time is- that of his worlds, I imagine, but it is fixed there. He insists that we can change nothing, that to try would erase ourselves.

I disagree. I have seen things like this before. I have watched one bleak future become something less so. Even if I did not, the others that I am with have no intention of letting this be the fate of Thedas and the Inquisition.

[ There is no doubt there. The Outsider is certain of all of this, but he needs Thranduil to be warned, just in case. Some may listen, may decide that sending them back is not the correct thing to do. They may well need Thranduil's aid, should it come to it.

The statue closes its eyes for a moment, fingers pinching the bridge of its nose. When the hand is dropped and the Outsider's voice comes again, it is a bit softer. ]


Forgive me. Five years may seem as nothing in many cases, but- I imagine it is not so, with how things have been.
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[personal profile] extramural 2017-02-07 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Thranduil's plan is dangerous. It is the kind of danger that would have moved him to act, in his own world; to whisper a name into the ear of a Marked passed from favor, to give the gift of magic to a man in a jail cell or an empress on the run.

Luckily for them both, he is already acting. Luckily for them both, Thranduil will willingly set aside his plan should the Outsider only promise him one thing.

He is as certain that this will all be undone as he is certain that ripping down the Veil will not truly put anything to rights -- not for those already so wronged. He nods once, sharp. ]


I promise you, my friend; this need not be.

[ And if it comes to pass despite this, the Outsider will be there. He will find a way.

Still. It's never stopped him from asking questions. ]


I was drugged, in the prison; cut off completely from my magic. You say that you are split between the Fade and the waking world, and that has some effect? How did you come to know this?
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[personal profile] extramural 2017-02-12 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He is loud. Thus far, not very liked. Most would assume this is to do with magic, and have hope that they will not let him stamp out. An irritation, certainly, but so far not more than that.

[ There is a pause and then, fondly: ] Corvo threatened to throw his shoe at him. He was in the dungeons, ready to give up, but the man called me 'simple' and Corvo spoke up.

[ In other words, the Outsider found Corvo, yay. Thranduil has had his cousins. Corvo has had no one, but no longer.

The statue listens, one hand under its chin. The Outsider makes mental notes, ones that may become physical ones, if only because he isn't certain how the transfer back to his actual time will alter his memory.

The news about the Templar has him straighten, though; his fingers flex, a note of agitation. ]


There is a drug here -- magebane. Be wary of it. They drugged us with it, and I could not use my magic; my eyes were no longer black, for the first time in four thousand years. I will tell you of this in the time I will return to, also, but for now- be aware, Thranduil. I will not lose you due to differences in biology.

[ Because that's fucking stupid. ]

What other effects would the Veil being torn down have? The spirits, for example?
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[personal profile] extramural 2017-02-23 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
There are powers in all worlds that men do not understand, that they call magic. Some truly do have their roots in the supernatural, though.

[ No science only magic okay? Okay. ]

Not dead, but imprisoned. He may go to seek out the rescue of another. I will go with him, if he does; with this statue [ and the statue gestures at itself ] we will be able to communicate securely.

I find that I feel- somewhat responsible, for his state. It is one he has been in before, and I do not enjoy seeing him in it a second time.

[ Gotta take care of those pet mortals. You know how it is, right? ]

There may yet be losses. But we will make it as if these years never were -- a small comfort for those who lived them, but it will happen.
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[personal profile] extramural 2017-03-04 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Information. And we are going to need to be able to get back to Haven, which I suspect will be- difficult.

[ Fuck Up All The Venatori

The statue nods, quick and short. No point in beating around the bush. ]


Correct. And so I will also need all of the information that can be gathered as to the activities of Corypheus' forces, anything so that we can counter and work around it, strike first when able. I understand it has been a few years, but I suspect not enough for your memory to have many holes.

[ Or enough for all the information to be lost, even with the dead. ]

There are several others who came through with me. Of them all, a Templar [ yes, he knows ] with the nickname 'Wren' is perhaps the most level-headed and the best to pass information onto, besides myself.
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[personal profile] extramural 2017-03-05 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That is a start. If the Inquisition refuses to believe them, it will have to be enough. The Outsider's statue nods, resolute. At least one of those from Thranduil's past, those who have been thrust in the future, must get back. ]

'The Doctor', apparently. Perhaps you could talk some sense into him, but he is very firm in his beliefs about how the world works. Likely it's true, in his own, but this is not his world. That is the problem.

[ As it always is, he supposes. ]

The crystal will work, but be careful what is shared on it. I've seen traitors already within Kirkwall.
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after her thread with wren at some point.

[personal profile] elegiaque 2017-03-29 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
( although it's been some time since they've spoken - and although she's never come to see where he stayed before, when they were speaking - Gwenaëlle does know where to find Thranduil when she wants to. she's an observant young woman, she's been paying attention, it isn't so hard.

but he probably isn't expecting her. likely, he expects even less what he gets - which is a small orlesian colliding with his midsection in a liberty she'd not ordinarily take, fists in his shirt and her head tucked to avoid immediate eye contact. )

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