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[28 Dec 2004|05:06pm] |
Blatent ambition stirs up fear.
It's true. People have always been intimidated by me. I've always known what I wanted and even if it was a passing fancy, I always found a way to get it.
If Celeborn thinks he can thwart my plans, he is sorely wrong. He can do all he wants to try and stop me, but slowly I will form more allies. It's only a matter of time, Teleporno; and I'm in no hurry to leave these shores.
Nolofinwe will stay true to me. Threatening the Crown is enough to keep him in line. He is a strong ally to have. As much as I wish he would just fall off the face of Arda, it is true that he is called Wise for a reason.
Should a leader though have to coerce followers? I wrestle with that daily, but what other way is there? When a preconceived image overshadows any other possible identities, one must go to...' Pale eyes turn upwards to calculatingly study the night sky. Fingers tap out a soft rhythm against light pink-peach lips. A slow smile curves underneath her musically inclined digits. 'Extreme lengths.'
A smile at the shining stars before she turns inside, humming to herself.
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[09 Sep 2004|03:34pm] |
The dawn is beautiful. Slow peaches and pinks creeping and seeping into deep midnight blue. Then red stains the pattern blotching out the stars; orange soaring upwards diluting the darkness. A few mere minutes and then it is done. A shallow memory in the minds of its audience. The birds rise in a titter of silent applause, sillohetted against the painting.
Does dawn represent the futility of life? It's pattern occurs only once and then is finished. So quickly, like a breath exhaled n'er to be seen again. To Eru, is that how even we immortal Elves seem. He has been before time began. Yet no matter the extent of our lives, He still seems to hold His Children dear. Why? He is our father. Though he watches our short-lived lives from afar, He never intercedes it seems. He is silent.
I hate silence. It is a song I shall never sing.
Galadriel smiles then, her strong voice piercing the quietude of the morning, a tinge of laughter lifting her voice.
'And I married a wise and quiet man...go figure. Mother always said opposites attract.'
She wraps the blanket around her shoulders, wishing for her husband's quiet presence. The press of his thoughts against her mind. She throws her silvery-golden hair over a shoulder refusing to allow another sigh.
'He chose to not travel with me. I chose to go. We must live with the decisions we make.'
Anor clears the mountains with its blinding rays, showing no mercy as it begins its path across the sky.
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[29 Aug 2004|10:23pm] |
Give me a name.
A beautiful name I can paint across the stars, leaving a message for you signed with the title you bestow upon me.
Too many already have. It would be a shame not to.
My mother named me Nerwen for my competitive spirit. It is as if the fiery spirit burning within me was a terrible dishonor. I was not the sweet, pretty Elf-maiden, doe-eyed and submissive. Is it my fault Eru gave to me an unconquerable spirit to house within a woman's body?
But my father saw through the tomboyish nature. He gave me a great name. Artanis. Noble lady. He beleived that one day, I would be a lady of great power and respect. Perhaps that was why my heart was hot upon having a realm of my own.
Yet it was another name-giver who detered my dreams momentarily. He named me Galadriel and for him, I would have given up anything. He did not ask it of me though. Perhaps that is why I have always loved him.
So again, place another title to add to the collection I own.
It would be a shame not to.
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