I'm Hot and I'm Cold
Jul 23, 2018 18:45:35 GMT -5
Post by GALADRIEL on Jul 23, 2018 18:45:35 GMT -5
@celeborn
OOC: I've gone with they've met and she hasn't been in Doriath too long. And don't mind her man-hate right now, she's in a mood >.>
IC: Artanis was not sure what drove her into the garden of Menegroth. Perhaps it was to have some sort of escape from the cave walls, though the gardens were still in the caves. But to see more than just the stone walls that seemed to some times close around her. It was not safe to leave the caves and the protection of the Girdle of Melian's but she still needed to not be reminded of the caves as much. She had to wonder what Findaráto was thinking, wanting to create caves fashioned after Menegroth. She huffed in mock frustration as she wandered the trees of the garden, heading towards the fountain in the middle.
Men! They were aggravating! Especially woodland Princes with silver hair! She scowled as she considered Elu Thingol's great-nephew (and her second cousin). He was...well he was definitely not suited for her. He had never seen the Light of the Two Trees, was a Sindar, and...She huffed again, resolved to not think of aggravating Ellons, despite how handsome some of them might be. It would not do to even consider him as future life-partner (nevermind the fact that her soul was crying out for her to do so).
She had far more self-control than to give in some backwater Prince who thought he was somehow her equal (which a part of her mind helpfully chirped that he was. She ignored that part of her mind). Plus, she was unsettled in his presence. Oh, he had been nothing but polite and yet the look in his eyes when he looked at her...most of the time, she would be proud that she could so enthrall a man but with him? She wasn't entirely sure if she liked that or not.
After what seemed an eternity due to her internal struggles, but was less than a minute, she found herself at the fountain, thankfully with no one there. She normally would not mind company, but when she was still learning the language and was rather aggravated (entirely the fault of the other gender) she doubted she was very good company. But it was either the fact that he was on her mind or her distraction, but when she saw a red and silver leaves mixed together, her mind flashed unpleasantly to the Kinslaying and she gasped aloud, sagging against a nearby tree. Her breaths were coming out in pants as she tried to calm down and get her vision to go away.
Another reason to not bind herself to a Sindar: the guilt of her people, no matter how desirable their Prince may be. ”Ai! Men are nothing but trouble!” She did not care if anyone heard her. If they were a female, they would likely agree with her, and men? Well, she could care less right now what their thoughts or arguments about that would be. They were entirely at fault for her state of being, between her dear brother and his caves and the attractive but entirely unsuitable Prince of Doriath, as well as her half-uncle who was truly the root of all her problems. And she was sure she could find more men to rail against. ”Fools them all.”
OOC: I've gone with they've met and she hasn't been in Doriath too long. And don't mind her man-hate right now, she's in a mood >.>
IC: Artanis was not sure what drove her into the garden of Menegroth. Perhaps it was to have some sort of escape from the cave walls, though the gardens were still in the caves. But to see more than just the stone walls that seemed to some times close around her. It was not safe to leave the caves and the protection of the Girdle of Melian's but she still needed to not be reminded of the caves as much. She had to wonder what Findaráto was thinking, wanting to create caves fashioned after Menegroth. She huffed in mock frustration as she wandered the trees of the garden, heading towards the fountain in the middle.
Men! They were aggravating! Especially woodland Princes with silver hair! She scowled as she considered Elu Thingol's great-nephew (and her second cousin). He was...well he was definitely not suited for her. He had never seen the Light of the Two Trees, was a Sindar, and...She huffed again, resolved to not think of aggravating Ellons, despite how handsome some of them might be. It would not do to even consider him as future life-partner (nevermind the fact that her soul was crying out for her to do so).
She had far more self-control than to give in some backwater Prince who thought he was somehow her equal (which a part of her mind helpfully chirped that he was. She ignored that part of her mind). Plus, she was unsettled in his presence. Oh, he had been nothing but polite and yet the look in his eyes when he looked at her...most of the time, she would be proud that she could so enthrall a man but with him? She wasn't entirely sure if she liked that or not.
After what seemed an eternity due to her internal struggles, but was less than a minute, she found herself at the fountain, thankfully with no one there. She normally would not mind company, but when she was still learning the language and was rather aggravated (entirely the fault of the other gender) she doubted she was very good company. But it was either the fact that he was on her mind or her distraction, but when she saw a red and silver leaves mixed together, her mind flashed unpleasantly to the Kinslaying and she gasped aloud, sagging against a nearby tree. Her breaths were coming out in pants as she tried to calm down and get her vision to go away.
Another reason to not bind herself to a Sindar: the guilt of her people, no matter how desirable their Prince may be. ”Ai! Men are nothing but trouble!” She did not care if anyone heard her. If they were a female, they would likely agree with her, and men? Well, she could care less right now what their thoughts or arguments about that would be. They were entirely at fault for her state of being, between her dear brother and his caves and the attractive but entirely unsuitable Prince of Doriath, as well as her half-uncle who was truly the root of all her problems. And she was sure she could find more men to rail against. ”Fools them all.”