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Author Topic: where little selkies sing [Open!]  (Read 385 times)

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where little selkies sing [Open!]
« on: June 10, 2017, 01:31:15 PM »
~may you sail fair to the far fields of fortune
with diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet

timeline: The Second Age
tag: open to anyone that was alive then basically fite me xD.

Celebrian's soft noises at her back were a rather...unique accompaniment to the gurgling and the rush of the sea upon the shore, and yet for Galadriel, there was nothing more fitting in that moment that could put her more at peace. And like with her baby's presence period, she would have thought, once, that to have necessary [and occasionally noisy] company when she wished to sojourn out on her own would be something she'd find incredibly annoying...

...and yet now, just like the sea swarming white foam about her bare toes, Galadriel could hardly imagine a life without the child close by. Maternal madness? Parental insanity? Most likely. Apparently it was an unavoidable thing -- the degrees in which one suffered it simply varied.

"You're so strange, you silly little thing," she chuckled softly, her response to a diatribe of babble in response to gulls crying overhead, though the Lady-once-princess had to reach back, mid-walk, to prevent the baby from accidentally-on-purpose loosening the knot that kept the sling she was carried in secure to her mother, even if it meant living with the reality that would be her hair being grabbed in those tiny fists and gnawed on in response. She'd been developing her own personality as of late, Celebrian had, and apparently, that included something of an escape con artist's soul. Despite the fact that, quite literally, the little one was barely crawling. Dragging herself across the ground, but not crawling. Though she was even doing that with considerable speed, and Galadriel both looked forward to and dreaded the day Celebrian found her legs.

Small revenge dealt, no doubt, for whatever grief she'd given her own parents as a babe. It seemed to be the way.

She'd deal with it, though, and she'd do it with a smile even at her most exasperated. For Galadriel, in truth, had much to burden her mind as of late and had had much to burden her heart in times past that still lingered. And so, anything that gave her some joy, some peace, was welcomed. The closeness to the ocean, the sea breeze caressing her face, these were all such things even as they oft. filled her with a bittersweet nostalgia for home, and if Celebrian was to be added to this, then gladly so. In a way, if one thought about it, the child was the same as her father now -- an anchor to Middle Earth and all it held even in the darkest days, and a light to soften the darkness that was that ache of homesickness.

"Ow! No, not my ear--"

Laughingly pained was the elleth's voice as it rang out over the surf, and she was forced to pause to detach little fingers from the aforementioned pointed appendages. Yet looking entirely, just for the moment, the image of the virgin mother and child as she swung the baby over her shoulder once her ear was free, holding her aloft in her arms [and to Celebrian's giggling delight] to the backdrop of the crashing surf and the encroaching twilight, as much in play as to keep those questing, grabbing hands from hair, ear, necklace or any such accoutrements.

"You are going to be more trouble than all of Elu Thingol's court put together, you little demon cub."

A merry, toothless grin was her response, and so too was it the response over the mother's golden head to the figure of any other who came into her periphery.
« Last Edit: June 10, 2017, 01:32:35 PM by Galadriel »


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Re: where little selkies sing [Open!]
« Reply #1 on: June 11, 2017, 08:24:07 AM »
Quite unexpectedly, at least, perhaps, to the child’s mother, the figure to appear was one who had not been seen on this side of the world for far too many years, and likely one of the last figures she might have expected to find there. Coming upon the pair just in time to hear that last affectionate proclamation, he did not hesitate to answer, even if the words had not been meant for his ears.  How could they have been?
 
“Such high expectations for such a small girl,” the prince replied, the smile he wore easily heard in that affectionate tease.  “Should I worry that there is now a challenger to my title?”  He hadn’t set out to interrupt what had been an admittedly touching scene, but if there was one thing he could not resist, it was the opportunity to be contrary.  And Thranduil was far from unaware that he’d amassed a reputation for trouble himself, both finding it and charming his way out of it.  To think he might be so easily dethroned was a wound to the mock pride he took in his reputation.
 
Thranduil had wasted little time in seeking out his quarry.  Nearly fresh from the road, he’d taken only the time to see that his things had been sent to his temporary rooms before asking after the lady’s whereabouts and setting out for the shore, still dressed in his travel clothes, marking him as more than a little out of place, though he hardly seemed hampered, even when heavy boots sank into damp sand.   Though he did stop a few paces short of the water, not terribly eager to wade into the sea in his best riding boots.
 
“You’ll want to be sure her father doesn’t let her get away with too much.  I hear that has a tendency to create something quite insufferable in adulthood.”  Laughter sparked in his pale eyes as he angled his gaze just enough so that he might speak directly to the child.  “But between you and I,” he offered in a mock conspiratory whisper, “Don’t listen to all that.  Do just as you please and never let your father tell you not to.  It’ll work out quite well; I know from experience.” 
 
Lest he get too much grief for all his mischief, Thranduil left it at that, offering to Galadriel that well-practiced cheeky grin that so often worked miracles when he’d gone a step too far in his teasing. 
 
“Father sends his love and all his best wishes for your daughter.”  And there it was, the official reason for this visit.  “He also sends me, and insists that I behave myself lest his good wishes seem insincere.”  In truth, Thranduil had insisted upon going himself.  It had been far too many years now since he had seen Celeborn and Galadriel, and he would have very much regretted setting aside the opportunity, particularly should he have missed the chance to meet little Celebrian. 
 
While he had no regrets for the choices that led to his life in the Greenwood, and in truth found that life preferable even to his youthful years in Thingol’s halls, there were and always would be parts of that old life he missed.  In fact, he had spent much of the journey from Greenwood thinking up just which arguments to use to tempt his dear friends into visiting more often, for their absence was the greater part of his regret. 

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Re: where little selkies sing [Open!]
« Reply #2 on: June 30, 2017, 05:41:38 AM »
"You are a pest, Thranduil Oropherion, and there will one day be an elleth who will box your ears for it. Every day. For the rest of your life.I cannot wait."

Galadriel's voice was a perfect study in hauteur as she lifted her giggling child in the air once more, and her expression was nothing short of deadpan as she turned her head just enough to regard him over her nose. It was a snobby, bratty act, one she'd long since rid herself the temptation of indulging in, but Thranduil, it seemed, both enticed and welcomed back the juvenile in her.

And yet...she honestly could not begrudge him it either. Far from it, in fact. For though he was, indeed, a pest, he was a sincere one, and Galadriel had found his antics (and later, his won loyalty) in the court in which they'd met both diverting and oddly engaging, the lack of fear and the cheerful arrogance of the male who was almost as pretty as her own brothers had been welcoming to a proud soul in a strange place even when it had driven her half mad with ire.

Really though, we were such a disappointment to the court, she pondered, half amused by the recollection. So pretty, so alike in colour, so matched in disposition...too well, in more ways than one. Indeed, as she'd once confessed to Meilian -- Celeborn's dry humour could be condescending, and that infuriated even his lover, but attachment to Thranduil in such a manner would have ended only in a blood bath.

Still...she was glad to see him again. To know he'd survived the same tragedies she had was reassurance in itself. But to see him thriving and well, taking some responsibility even if it was intertwined with corrupting her -- currently highly inquisitive, making noises to grab attention back to herself -- daughter; it was the kind of solid peace a soul needed even when it hadn't realised it did need it.

"Fortunately for him, you came across me before you did any other. Thus, I know better your sincerity than most." Galadriel finally allowed a little chuckle, and when her baby was settled against her hip and the space between them was breached, she reached up to fit her fingers to his cheek in a gesture of the fondest of greetings.
« Last Edit: June 30, 2017, 05:43:10 AM by Galadriel »


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Re: where little selkies sing [Open!]
« Reply #3 on: July 09, 2017, 09:51:28 PM »
“One day,” he agreed, not losing any of that teasing bravado he had spent a lifetime cultivating.   “But in the meantime, I shall be forced to remain a pest, and who better to make victim of it than my dearest friend?”  Her affectionate gesture was accepted with that same easy smile he always wore when he made it his goal to torment her, though he took a moment  to set aside his teasing to take her hand in both of his, squeezing it affectionately and then placing an exaggerated kiss upon her knuckles, and all the while laughter sparkled in his blue eyes. 

He released her hand, half expecting to earn a smack (not that he wouldn’t exactly deserve it).  But, in the end, it could not be helped.  There were few whom Thranduil would tease with such free abandon, and there did come some greater degree of responsibility and manners now that his father was a king in his own right.  It was something of a relief from all that to be far from home and among friends where he did not have to think about all that duty and could simply allow himself the fun of being that pest he had been in years past. . 

“And in the event that any elleth is able to tame me, I am quite certain you will be the first to mourn the loss of all my charms. Celeborn is many admirable things, but admit it.  He was never half the fun I am.”  He loved Celeborn dearly, but it had always been far too easy to direct his rather sharp humor at the other elf, particularly because he had a feeling that it rankled him more than he had ever admitted.  Thranduil never tried to be cruel, but he often found it hard to resist a pointed comment here or there when he had sniffed out some weakness or other.

But Celeborn was not here on the shore, and so Thranduil let thoughts of him fade for the moment (he could certainly make some jibes later), turning his attention back to the child.  The hand he held out to Celebrian was somewhat tentative, unsure of how to handle himself where she wa concerned.  He’d never spent much time around children, half afraid he might break one in some fit of carelessness, and the last thing he wanted was to break Galadriel’s child.  It was half the reason he had pushed away that thought that he might ask to hold her. 

His teasing did manage to melt away for an instant, allowing another rare peek of that fabled sincerity.  “She’s a beautiful child.”

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Re: where little selkies sing [Open!]
« Reply #4 on: August 20, 2017, 05:12:53 AM »
"I'll admit no such thing." Whether it was slightly true or not. "He's an avid learner and that's suited me just fine."

For just a moment, the lovely, crooked smile gracing the Lady's features became something...not quite a leer (if any not of the fair race could even dream sanely of such an image), but with a wickedness to it regardless, a certain kind of twist to the lips and a narrowing of eyes already shaped as almonds were bringing to mind not entirely accidentally the airs of a fat, satisfied cat lazing in warm sunlight.

Galadriel was a kind and gregarious god soul though, and so she spared Thranduil any more than what his own imagination supplied, saying no more and instead following the lead in which the conversation was going, the cheerfully naughty expression softening once more as she turned her gaze too to the child in her arms. Thranduil's hesitancy was Celebrian's open appraisal, the little babe cocking her head just slightly to the side at the compliment before a gap-toothed and still somewhat gummy smile was buried promptly into her mother's shoulder, earning a startled laugh from Galadriel.

"Oh please, since when have you ever practised shyness?" Her voice was dry, and the child was jostled with a gentle insistence until large eyes popped back out to look at her, the advanced nature of the elven child in the way Celebrian, despite still being so small, seemed to understand just enough of what her mother was saying-- or perhaps even just the tone-- to offer a grin that, if only subconsciously, bordered on the sheepish.

"Don't fret, she's not upset by you. You're just a little more to take in than what she's used to. Come, she'll meet with you in her own time while we walk." And Galadriel cocked her head back at him -- with some exaggeration, mind, but there was no denying that even for her, Thranduil's height was superior and added to a presence she'd watched only grow larger as they'd aged, whether he was aware of it consciously or not. He was an impressive creature, had never not been so, but Galadriel knew the open heart that lingered beneath and loved him for it, hoped that at some point another would see it and how it contributed to his intense nature rather than was smothered by it, and love twice over what his most staunch friends already did.

"Though before we leave the topic alone -- just remember, no elf who waited too long to let another into their soul ever had a fate that was quiet." That was said with a chuckle self-deprecating and not entirely devoid of pensive memories and the knowledge they brought, though the elbow in his side was carefree enough.


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Re: where little selkies sing [Open!]
« Reply #5 on: August 27, 2017, 06:59:58 AM »
At the risk of seeming ungentlemanly (though, really, when had that ever frightened him off?), he let slide her refusal to answer his tease regarding her mate. He knew how well matched those two were, and any suggestion otherwise had never been anything more than that insatiable desire to be affectionately bothersome.  And it was still too rarely that he ever stopped to think that, on occasion, his humor might be mistaken for cruelty, especially now when royal title had silenced most efforts to challenge him.  At the very least, that was something he could still rely upon Galadriel for.  She would never have let him get away with cruelty, unintentional or otherwise.

Yet, oddly enough, that confidence cracked, if for only a moment, when Celebrian so adorably rejected his greeting.  A brow arched as he withdrew his hand, back straightening to regard the child with a curious expression of his own. She had thrown him off his game, it seemed, putting him at an, albeit brief, loss for words.  Instead he accepted Galadriel’s explanation, that amused smirk returning to his features at being described as ‘more to take in,’ and easily consented to allowing the child to get used to him on her own terms.

He feigned injury at that elbow in his side, wrapping an arm protectively around his side as he twisted his way out of her reach.  “Such an example to set for your daughter,” he teased, knowing quite well that if the girl grew up to be even a small fraction of her mother, she would turn out very well, particularly that strength of will against such an uncharitable nuisance as himself. 

Having made quite the show of ‘protecting himself,’ Thranduil settled into an easy gait at Galadriel’s side, arms clasped comfortably behind his back.  It drew back his shoulders, accentuating his height, and not at all by accident.  He would have been a liar to claim he didn’t often enjoy being the tallest one in the room, and an even greater liar still to say he’d never once taken advantage of it.  “All things come in their own time,” he answered at last, his tone growing somewhat more solemn.  It was something that had crossed his mind more than once since he and his father had gone east, but he had never been the type to dwell on it for too long.

“You could always come and visit us in the Greenwood and advise me on the subject.”  He had planned on pestering her into a visit, and the opportunist in him would not set aside the chance to lure her there using her own words.  But beyond that, there were other reasons he longed for them to visit, not the least of which was the great amount of pride he had taken in the life they had built there.  “Father would love to see you.  And I would tolerate it as best I could.”

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