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[12 Sep 2003|12:50am] |
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Well, seeing as I haven't much of a muse for this game anymore I will be following our mods' examples and leaving as well. Had fun while it lasted.
-Sar
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[03 Aug 2003|02:46pm] |
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Galadriel stares down at the sleeves of her long gown in disgust, and catching her reflection in her mirror scoffs at the sight of herself. The calm and beautiful queen of Lothlorien. When did it come to this? When did she allow herself to become this woman whom she hardly knows? Disgust pools on her features as she stares a moment longer, then looks away, shaking her head
What have I become? What have I allowed myself to become? When did I trade my true identity for this plastic queen, this Galadriel? When did I allow her to overtake me, to cage me into this life which I do not love, and enslave me to a fate which I did not want?
Looking into the Mirror again, and visions of the past, flood her mind. Blood, flowing freely, blood shed with her determination to have a place of her own, to hold power, blood that she is willing still to shed again, power which she has long craved and still seeks. Power, which the Lady of Lorien may never know unless she takes the proper chances, unless...
She reaches back towards her hair now, and begining to braid it, catches her reflection in the Mirror again, and nods, smiling grimly, as a fell light comes into her eyes. When finished, she looks again, and laughs, her voice cold as it echoes through the Golden Wood. The Lady that she never was, is gone now, and the past returns in her cold nod of satisfaction as she looks once more, then stands and walks away.
I will do great things once more. Galadriel and whatever has kept her from doing them, is dead. Artanis has returned...
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[17 Jul 2003|06:41pm] |
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Galadriel stood by the water's edge, in silent contemplation. Many things were on her mind, and not all of them as pleasant as she would have them believe. For instance...there was the matter of Celeborn. Celeborn... Could someone tell her again why she had married the dolt? There had been love, she supposed, at one time, and...there had been the matter of Lothlorien. Power... Power had long been something Galadriel had sought and worked for. She had it now, she supposed but there was something still, about all of this that didn't set well at ease with her. Celeborn, she supposed, was all right, but he was Celeborn... And that fact, was what set her nerves on edge now, even to look at him. She hid it well, ever the lady of the golden wood, but inside... something was breaking. Her patience perhaps, or her inability to stay by the side of one such as he, when Lorien was hers in all but name.
Why did Galadriel force herself to do this? Shaking her head now, she wondered, Women, after all could rule just as well as men, and...Galadriel's blood burned as she thought of it now. Who was there to stop her from ruling it completly? Only the one whom she had come to regard as useless, only the one who held the kingdom now... Only one, who could be disposed of easily enough, though she had never dared to think of it before...
But there were ways, Galadriel decided, a smile growing on her face as she thought of it now. Celeborn removed, Celeborn gone... Celeborn dead. And she could do it. Hadn't Celeborn told her just last night that she could get away with murder? All joking asside, Galadriel knew that this was true... She had once, and she could do it again... She could do it again... And...she would. Though now was not the time for such things. They had to be planned, carried off without a hitch... She would play along for now, the ever loving and attentive wife, and then, when the moment came, seize it all... She would be ready when it came... After all, one such as Galadriel certainly had her ways...
((OOC: I am so so sorry! This is Gals. This is all Gals...Freaky puppet..))
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