[It's on unsteady feet that Celebrían disembarks the train only to stumble forward and turn, looking at the train with wide, almost fearful, eyes as it departs.
She's dressed well, a long blue gown with silver threaded designs across it to complement the silver hair than hangs around her waist. Her footsteps are light, silent in fact, as she moves through the station and looks at the signs, the words making more sense to her than they should.
The signs aren't written in Sindarin nor in Quenya nor the Westron and those are the only languages she knows. With that and the train, the strangeness of the building and arrival, the elf-maid is ill-at-ease and no matter how in control she tries to appear, she's nervous. It shows in how tense her shoulders are and in her eyes.]
[B - Library]
[It's quiet here and that she can appreciate. After she'd healed and had become at least semi-fluent in Quenya, the library had been where she'd spent a great deal of her time and where her uncle and grandparents had often found her, studying the language and the history of Tirion rather than asking them questions and stumbling over Quenya.
And libraries can offer so much from information to a kind of sanctuary. And sometimes there are others there who can offer information that the library can't.]
Celebrían | Tolkien
[It's on unsteady feet that Celebrían disembarks the train only to stumble forward and turn, looking at the train with wide, almost fearful, eyes as it departs.
She's dressed well, a long blue gown with silver threaded designs across it to complement the silver hair than hangs around her waist. Her footsteps are light, silent in fact, as she moves through the station and looks at the signs, the words making more sense to her than they should.
The signs aren't written in Sindarin nor in Quenya nor the Westron and those are the only languages she knows. With that and the train, the strangeness of the building and arrival, the elf-maid is ill-at-ease and no matter how in control she tries to appear, she's nervous. It shows in how tense her shoulders are and in her eyes.]
[B - Library]
[It's quiet here and that she can appreciate. After she'd healed and had become at least semi-fluent in Quenya, the library had been where she'd spent a great deal of her time and where her uncle and grandparents had often found her, studying the language and the history of Tirion rather than asking them questions and stumbling over Quenya.
And libraries can offer so much from information to a kind of sanctuary. And sometimes there are others there who can offer information that the library can't.]
[C]
[Choose your own adventure!]