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kitty pryde (shadowcat)

twenty-first phase [ action ]

[ Today you'll find one Kitty Pryde in the hallway. If you see her mid-whatever she's doing she's just standing there. She's trying something new out, at least to her it's noticeable anyway.

So what is she doing?

Dropping through ceilings.

Something she doesn't really do much as... landing's trickier. She's done a lot of walking through the walls and a little bit of ceiling/floor work but she wants to practise her landing.

Because if you see her drop through a ceiling on one of her many attempts they're not always that graceful. Think jumping from something high and landing on your feet crouched - it's what she's aiming for anyway.

And failing seven times out of ten. She'll keep going, and bruise herself up a lot as she tries to perfect it. Clearly she needs to work on her center of gravity, eh Brock? ]

[ ooc; feel free to run into her anywhere in the castle provided it's in a hallway. and drag her off to the clinic if need be, some of those landings are tricky ]

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[Oh, dear. You are just going to bombard her with questions, aren't you? When they reach the lobby, she'll just seat herself in one of those comfy chairs and wait for Kitty to do the same.]

[ No, however could you think that?

Okay, she might do. Slowly at first, just because she's kind. And Kitty does exactly that, making certain she's comfy before starting on the questions (although she does forgo the popcorn - for now) ] So what's the best starting point?

Have I told you of the Undying Lands and the Valar? Or of the Silmarils? For if I have not, that is where we must begin, for much that follows is tied up with them.

Not that I can remember.

The Valar are beings of great power and light, sometimes called gods by Men. They reside in the Undying Lands, also called Valinor or Aman, as did many Elves in the days of old. In that place, all is unchanging and eternal; it is for that reason that the old of my kind, when weary and overburdened with memory, will sail to Valinor. For, fair as Middle-Earth may be, it wears on the heart to see all about you fade while you yourself stand still.

You said that Men call them Gods, what do you call them?

And that all sounds pretty sad, but sort of peaceful too.

We call them by their names. [Okay, a more serious answer.] They sprang from the mind of Eru Ilúvatar, the Creator, and are both of him and beings unto themselves. It is a difficult matter to explain to those not of my world.

[And here she smiles softly.] That is the nature of it. For many long years, my people, the Noldor, dwelt in Valinor, and it is there the great tales must begin.

My people were renowned as great craftsmen and greatest of all was Fëanor. Among his creations were the Simarils- jewels of such surpassing beauty and brilliance that they were said to have captured the light of the Two Trees within them. When those trees were destroyed in the troubles of those days, the Valar implored him to share their light with the world. But he grew overly proud and kept them to himself, showing them only in the presence of his closest kin. His pride made him easy prey for a fallen Vala- Morgoth, called in those days Melkor, for his corruption was not yet known. Through his devices, he set brother against brother and bred mistrust in Fëanor, until he was able to take the Simarils for himself and spirit them off to Middle-Earth.

They were created from someone's mind? [ Is she hearing you right? ] Like not born?

What happened after that?

[You're hearing her right.] They were.

Fëanor persuaded a great host of our people to follow him to Middle-Earth in pursuit of Morgoth and had them swear a most dreadful oath, condemning themselves to everlasting darkness should they fail. They knew it not, but the shadow of Morgoth still clouded the mind of Fëanor and, indeed, the minds of all the Noldor in those days. And so it was that they left Valinor, but not before tainting its shores with the blood of the First Kinslaying. For this, they were banished, forbidden to return to the ancient Elvenhome, and cursed with treachery among themselves.

[What Kitty should ask here is when Galadriel came to Middle-Earth. She's been so carefully telling the story from the third person perspective, but she was very active in the events of those days. Whether Kitty can hear the slight tinge of regret in her tone depends on how perceptive she's feeling today.]

You know, you haven't mentioned yourself in any of this story, or did this happen before you were born? [ She can pick bits up but wouldn't fully ask why ]

Alas, no. I played my part in the tale, as did all my kin. Fëanor was my kinsman- my father's brother. [Vague answer is purposefully vague.]

Did you go with them?

[Slight hesitation. She wouldn't tell this to everyone, you know. It's not a secret, exactly, but it's painful.]

I swore no oaths, but...I did.

[ Kitty's a good secret keeper ]

But not easily?

There was conflict between us- kinsman he may have been, but Fëanor was no friend of mine. But I went of my own free will and for my own reasons. Do not ask me of it further.

[There are somethings you really don't want to know- How in order to defend her mother's kin, she was forced to raise her sword against that of her father. How she was exiled along with the rest. How she was too proud to ask forgiveness. Such a foolish young elf she had been.]

[ Aww but she'd just been about to ask ] Okay.

[ And Kitty wouldn't have called that foolish, but since she's not asking she's just going to quietly think of a new topic ] Who are the Silmaril's? [ Because she doesn't remember them in the story ]

[Sorry, Kitty. Some wounds don't heal completely, even after thousands of years.]

Better to ask what than who. The Silmarils were the jewels created by Fëanor and stole by Morgoth.

Did you get them back?

One was recovered and sent to the Valar as a token of repentance. We see it still in the night sky as our most beloved star: Eärendil. The other two now rest in the earth and sea, not to be recovered until Arda is unmade.

You can turn a jewel into a star? [ You clearly live in a magical place ]

I cannot. But it was one of the Valar, Lady Varda herself, who kindled the stars in the beginning. She may, if she so wishes. [It's a reverential tone; the kind you don't hear often, save from the mouths of clergy and poets.]

That sounds pretty special. [ That normally would have been an awe-worthy moment but she's restraining herself ] So what about Arda?

Ah- forgive me. It is the Elven name for my world. Middle-Earth, it is called in the common tongue.

How can you unmake a place?

Do your people not tell tales of what will be at the ending of the world?

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