Open RP post

[silvergift]

Do the thing.

You know you want to do the thing.

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[elfoflight]

Warmth lit his heart, though he wished his daughter hadn't been pained by the stories. Arafinwe smiled gently at her and claimed the invited seat.

It was almost a dream, sitting with a granddaughter he hadn't known existed until recently. "Why would I not wish to visit with you? Your mother knows I will go to here before I must return home, and we have had some time already to grow reacquainted."

He didn't want to squander this chance.

[silvergift]

She couldn't resist, him sitting there beside her, she leaned against him and shut her eyes for a moment. This was something to be savored. However perfect elven memory was, she wanted every little detail committed to memory.

"You have not seen her in so long and did not know of me. I imagine you would have wanted to spend time with someone familiar." It wasn't quite an objection, and she would probably join him when he went to see her mother. Elrond wouldn't mind. He might even suggest it if she knew her husband at all.

[elfoflight]

Well he wasn't about to push her away! He wrapped an arm around her, holding her gently. It was only a matter of time before he'd go to Lothlorien, see the work his daughter had been doing. For now...

"For the moment I am where I should be. With someone already dear to my heart in a place she belongs. I hope I am graced with the chance to know her."

[silvergift]

"How could I possibly deny you?" If he was willing to hold her, she was content to stay there awhile. She'd always wanted to know her grandparents and she had that chance now, with one of them at least. A part of her wished she'd been more stubborn about trying to learn quenya when she was younger. For her mother and for this moment. Her grandfather would probably appreciate it.

"You came all this way, you must have questions."

[elfoflight]

Thankfully he'd learned Sindarin enough to be conversant, though his accent is noticeable. And he wasn't about to pull away now, not for a while.

"I confess I have few, other than to want to hear all you would tell me. About your life, about your interests. Everything."

[silvergift]

The accent, at least, was easy enough for her to ignore. And what she couldn't, she liked the accent. It was comforting. It felt homely, even though she'd never been across the Sea and probably wouldn't since her mother was banned.

"Music. I like music, the flute particularly. And painting. There are a couple of my paintings in the Hall of Fire."

[elfoflight]

Arafinwe had hope that he would have his daughter and granddaughter home in time. But until then, he would enjoy this time with them.

"Would you play for me? And I would like to see your paintings." Later. He was in no hurry to stand.

[silvergift]

"I would love to. My flute is back up in my room though. And I am quite comfortable at the moment." She laughed lightly, still leaning against him. There was no guarantee that she would get up from that spot in the near future.

"What of you? What do you enjoy?"

[elfoflight]

"We have time," he responded easily, resting his cheek lightly on the top of her head. "You are much as your mother was." Sweet, spirited, but with a warm heart. He loved her already.

"When I have time?" He rejoined with a smile. "I love to ride, or walk through the gardens. Your grandmother and I do either when we can." Earwen would love this precious child, he knew.

[silvergift]

She couldn't help but laugh. Galadriel had told her a few stories, at least, of her youth. And how uncontrollable she could be. Celebrían wasn't sure she was ever that bad.

"We can go for a ride if you like. Elrond's horses all have very good temperaments."

[elfoflight]

Arafinwe chuckled, having a good idea what caused that laugh. He could certainly see a wild young Celebrian running around barefoot!

"I would love to."

[silvergift]

She was reluctant to get up, it was cozy leaning against him, but she stood and took his hands, pulling him with her.

"You may have to bribe the horses though. They are good but you are new. And they are spoiled for treats and attention sometimes." Not her fault, she would deny any such claims. Nobody could prove anything.