Galadriel returns! (unpopping, open RP)

[mirror-noldor.livejournal.com]

Whatever forces or magic moved the mysterious popcorn room seemed to be quite active lately. There was another shifting among the kernels and another resounding *bang* as a former student of Hogwarts appeared in a hail of butter and salt. A statuesque woman of etherial beauty stood in the middle of the hallway. Galadriel, the Lady of Lorien had returned. 

She had marched with the Noldor in their flight from the Valinor. She was no stranger to combat, cold or other hardships that had been visited upon the her kin in their travels across Middle Earth. However, she was quite confused to find herself standing in the middle of a castle hallway, her pale silver gown and long silver blonde hair streaked with some strange oily substance. Experimentally, she raised her hand, tasting a bit of the greasy substance on her finger. It was butter. Why did she have butter all over her?

 Galadriel cast a glance about the corridor, she could detect no immediate threat and Nenya lay cool against her hand. Still dizzy from the process of unpopping and millenia of memories rushing back, Galadriel found the nearest chair and eased herself into it. In a true testament to her kin, she managed to look regal, despite her rather greasy appearance.

 

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[woocha.livejournal.com]

When in doubt, send Wishbone.

I SMELL BUTTER! It's a wonder he isn't fat or dead, really.

And of course, he laps up the butter on the floor first, not noticing the elf nearby.

[mirror-noldor.livejournal.com]

Galadriel watched the little dog charge down the hall excitedly and begin lapping up the remnants of butter from her arrival. The elf smiled, amused.

"Well hello there," she said, reaching down to pet him.

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Oh! Hi! Wishbone's tail wagged. I didn't see you there! I'm Wishbone!

[mirror-noldor.livejournal.com]

Her smile warmed at the earnest greeting, "You seemed rather excited about the butter. Hello Wishbone, I am Galadriel." She paused in her petting, casting another look around. "This place is.. not unfamiliar to me, but I am having trouble recalling details. Where are we?"

[woocha.livejournal.com]

I like butter! It tastes good! Even if it's been on the floor. This is Hogwarts! It's a magic school!

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Good god, not another one.

Kurama's experience with Elves was essentially limited to the very weird encounter with Elric, but that was enough to color his perception of the species as a whole. So he stopped halfway between the end of the hall and where Galadriel sat, hands in his pockets, wondering if she'd go into a sudden bout of the crazies while he watched.

[mirror-noldor.livejournal.com]

The eyes on her did not go unnoticed. Galadriel turned and gave a graceful nod to the stranger. Her smile was friendly, even as her eyes were guarded. He was no mortal, nor was he one of the Eldar. Strange indeed.

"Hello, I am Galadriel. Have we met before?" She ventured. "I am told I have only just returned."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

One of his ears flicked, but otherwise he didn't move much. Beyond looking and feeling like someone drenched in magic (and butter), underneath the smell of butter and popcorn (which was making his nose twitch irritatedly) she smelled of very old, very powerful hoodoo. Possibly not as poncy as he first imagined.

"I am Kurama Youko, professor of Herbology here. I don't believe we've met before this."

[mirror-noldor.livejournal.com]

This was not a simple scholar, of that she was quite certain. She could sense power, and a connection to growing things. It was not the same feel as her elven kin, or even a Maiar. Still, Nenya remained cool against her hand. If he was a threat, it was not an immediate one.

"Well met, Kurama Youko. It is always a pleasure to encounter one who studies the life of the plants of the world."

[soggynotecards.livejournal.com]

Demyx blinked. "You're... Galadriel, aren't you?" He remembered her from before... Mostly because he'd arrived at her Sorting after being turned into his own Heartless.

[mirror-noldor.livejournal.com]

She turned, giving him a somewhat curious smile. "Yes I am. I apologize, have we met before?"

[soggynotecards.livejournal.com]

"We have, but I guess you wouldn't remember if you've just been unpopped." He held out a hand. "Name's Demyx."

[mirror-noldor.livejournal.com]

Galadriel took his hand, squeezing it briefly before releasing it. "The process does seem to have had an odd effect on my memory. I remember the name of this place, and it does seem familiar, but I am unable to recall names or faces of those I might have known my previous time here."

[maid-brienne.livejournal.com]

Brienne had not managed to break herself of the habit of strolling by the popcorn room every once in a while in hope (or in dread, as the case may be) that someone on her short list would unpop. Today, after an outdoor workout, was no exception. The names she still had on her list were still popcorned, but there was someone sitting nearby, managing to look beautiful while covered in salty butter. Brienne had, surprisingly, never met Galadriel, though, since both were Gryffindors and the previous Galadriel had been around at the same time Brienne was, the other woman did look vaguely familliar.

"Are you well, my lady?" Brienne asked, taking a step toward Galadriel and resisting the urge not to bow, since something in the elf's demeanor seemed to expect formality. "Do you need anything? Coming back from there--" she jerked her head back in the direction of the popcorn room, "Is difficult at the best of times."

[mirror-noldor.livejournal.com]

The elf smiled warmly at the warrior woman who approached. Her demeanor was warm and gentle, despite the cool regality to her appearance.

"I believe so, thank you. It is a bit disorienting, but I believe I am beginning to remember. My name is Galadriel. Please forgive me if I don't recall your name," she added. "I seem to be having difficulty recalling names."

[maid-brienne.livejournal.com]

Brienne shook her head. "It makes no matter," she answered lightly. "Mostly people don't remember the last times they were here." She'd been lucky in that respect, since she was an exception. "At any rate, I am Brienne of Tarth. I don't think we had met the last time you were here."

[mirror-noldor.livejournal.com]

"Then it's a pleasure, Brienne of Tarth." Galadriel nodded at her sword, "You are a warrior, aren't you?"

Women who were skilled with a sword were something of a rarity in Middle Earth. Even among the Noldor, it was a surprise to her kin when she took up arms as part of their rebellion and flight from Valinor. As a result, Galadriel always felt a particular affinity for women who did not fear taking up weapons when the need arose.

[vaultofstars.livejournal.com]

Elrond was passing through the corridors, and glancing down the hall containing the popcorn room, he saw an unmistakable figure. No one had mentioned that Galadriel was here, which meant that she must have just arrived, as he didn't think Glorfindel would have neglected to mention this. He wasted no time in turning down the corridor towards her, to see if she needed any assistance- which he figured would end up doubtful. Galadriel wasn't the sort who tended to require it. He wasn't not-pleased to see her, as she was a friend and ally- but she also happened to be his mother-in-law, and, a painful reminder of Celebrian, so her presence seemed a mixed blessing.

He greeted her in Elvish, casting a look of concern over her, perfect eyebrows arched curiously. Why was she covered in grease? It was no proper state for an Elven lady. "It seems that this place calls to many of our people, Lady Galadriel. I presume you just arrived, as our kin here have not mentioned your presence. Are you alright? You seem to be covered with a layer of oily substance."

[mirror-noldor.livejournal.com]

Galadriel's smile was warm as she saw the Lord of Imladris and her son-in-law approach. He had certainly changed since their last encounter, his expression was not as austere, there was even a bit of light in his eyes. It was something she had not seen since Elrond had been parted from her daughter.

"Indeed it does seem to call to many of the Eldar." She nodded at the popcorn room. "From what I am told, it is the result of the process called unpopping. But tell me, how many of our kin are here? I seem to be having difficulty in remembering," she admitted with a small frown.

[vaultofstars.livejournal.com]

Galadriel seemed to be taking the 'unpopcorning' in stride, and this did explain the layer of butter. Elrond expected nothing less from the Lady of Lorien, who tended to handle everything calmly. "Aside from us, the Lord Glorfindel and Thranduil's son, Legolas, are also here. It appears that we came here from different points in time, here being Castle Hogwarts, in the realm called Scotland. It calls to beings from many worlds and times, it appears." The light was distinct in his eyes as he half-smiled, adding, "And to more than just Elves, from our own. The dragon Smaug is here!" He couldn't restrain the smile as he added, "The Lord Glorfindel and I charged him with nothing more than swords recently- it was the most exhilarating experience I've had in a while." He'd been in an improved mood ever since the incident at the Prefect Debates, which was undoubtedly the funnest thing he'd done in an Age, literally. "And Ancalagon the Black is alive and well somewhere in the mountains, according to Legolas, and I don't doubt it after our encounter with Smaug."

[mirror-noldor.livejournal.com]

Galadriel brightened at the news of both Glorfindel and Thranduil’s son as residents of Hogwarts. “That is welcome news!” At the mention of the confrontation with Smaug, her pale brows rose in surprise. “You look remarkably well for having done battle with a dragon, Elrond. I assume Lord Glorfindel also came out of the confrontation unscathed?” The barest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she asked, her tone light. She had not seen Elrond in such spirits since he had wed Celebrian. Whatever changes had come over her son-in-law at this school, she was glad for it.

The fact that two of the Elven rings of power had been removed from Middle Earth, and the presence of two of Melkor’s dragons preturbed her greatly, but she would not darken his mood with her thoughts just yet.

[runaway-stark.livejournal.com]

Arya had added "popcorn room" to her frequent haunts since her return. She had seen familiar names on there, most notably that of her parents, two of her brothers, and her sister, and though she remembered vaguely that her parents and Robb had come back... differently than she remembered them (she remembered that they had come back in their mutilated post-death forms, but couldn't put a picture to it--and privately, she was thankful) she still wished that she'd come by to find them drenched in butter but here with her.

She peered around the corner, took in the regal looking woman, and gave a small sigh of disappointment. "Welcome back," she said to the unfamiliar lady, and added, "my lady," even though she had fallen out of the habit of addressing people as such. Even buttery, the woman looked like she a lady out of one of Sansa's stupid songs.

[mirror-noldor.livejournal.com]

It was not difficult for her to sense the disappointment in the young woman. Galadriel smiled gently as she approached, "Thank you, my dear. I am Galadriel, until recently of Lorien. We are in a school, if I remember correctly?"

[runaway-stark.livejournal.com]

Arya nodded slowly. The woman really did seem like something out of a song, and her heart wrenched. Sansa would have probably loved to meet her, even if she wasn't a dashing knight. "Yes, we are. Hogwarts. They teach magic." She hesitated, gauging the woman's demeanor. She didn't seem like she meant Arya any harm, and besides, Arya had Needle with her. The short, slim bravo's sword was, as ever, at her side. "I'm Arya Stark. In Gryffindor. They stick you in Houses here, if you don't remember, though it doesn't really matter." Besides, she had her own House. House Stark, even if Winterfell was gone and most of its members dead. That would always come first in her heart.

[mirror-noldor.livejournal.com]

Galadriel could read the tension in the way she carried herself, "I do not mean you harm, Arya Stark. Ah yes.. the names do sound familiar."

She nodded at the weapon, "It seems that there are many shield maidens within these walls. That is a remarkable blade, Arya. Did it travel with you when you were called here?" she asked. She kept her manner deliberately calm, and her voice gentle in an attempt to ease the young woman's concern.