OOM - Jemma's trip to Rivendell

[starrydome]

 They walk through the door and into the armory.
This is not obvious at first, as everything is cold and dark.
Then Elrond speaks a word or two and the room is lit by a soft glow, reflecting in the rows upon rows upon rows of neatly stacked metal vambraces, helmets, and breastplates.

He turns to look down at her.

"There is a stairwell a little ahead. There will be more light there."
and he offers her his arm. Because that is what you do.

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[protect_and_survey]

She backs off quick enough, blushing but unrepentant, clutching the books to her chest like a lifeline.

She's trying not to scurry off into a quiet corner with her hoard like a squirrel. It's a hard task, however.

[starrydome]

"There is a nice windowsill right inside my study," he says.

"The light is good and I think there is a couple of sheepskins to make the seat a little more comfortable."

[protect_and_survey]

"Oh, I couldn't possibly..." She starts, default programming telling her she needs to be polite and sensible and not disappear on the poor elf who was kind enough to show her his home honestly Simmons.

Meanwhile, her entire posture is screaming 'yes, yes please, I like this offer of a quiet corner in the study I will happily be a permanent resident this is fine'.

[starrydome]

"Of course, you can," he overrules her. Kindly but with authority.

"I will ask for some warm tea and something to eat for the both of us. I have some letters I need to work on."

Because he knows the feeling. So well.

Glorfindel would likely laugh at the both of them.

[protect_and_survey]

Glorfindel would never laugh at a guest.

Much.

He would laugh at his lord, however, and that definitely would happen in this case. Jemma's practically bouncing on her toes, evidently having no problems whatsoever in being overruled.

"Well, if it's not a bother..."

[starrydome]

"It is not," he says, leading her back to aforementioned windowsill, complete with cold, bright winter sun.

"Truly."

And then he arranges for tea and buttered bread and dried fruit to be brought up a little later.
And gets started on his own tasks.

[protect_and_survey]

The world could end around her, truly, and there's a fair chance she wouldn't notice, not with her nose stuck in a book and a cup of tea at hand. It says something about her, the narration believes, that she starts with the book he warned might be gruesome.

After a while though, she does pause from time to time to stare out the window at those going about their daily lives.

[starrydome]

There is plenty of activity outside, but there is a still a quietness to Elrond's House. A melancholy air.
Too few people to fill its halls, even though there may appear to an endless supply of people going to and fro,

Elrond's study is quiet but sound filter through. Distant voices talking in Sindarin. Footsteps. Voices suddenly raised in song.

There's the sound of Elrond's pen moving across the paper.

[protect_and_survey]

Jemma is deep into the doings of various spiders (this place has the most interesting spiders, it seems, much like the snakes at home) when she realizes what this feels like. It's like the refuge she found in the library of her university, away from the minder they thought she needed (which was ridiculous, even if she wasn't old enough at the time to even get a learner's permit to drive), away from the sheer amount of noise the older students made. It was one of two places on campus that actually lived up to her expectations of it (the other, of course, being the laboratory).

It's perfect.

Actually, it's more perfect than the library, she decides, balancing the book on her knees as she reaches for her teacup. She wasn't allowed food in the library, and thus was forced to emerge from time to time and 'socialize'. Horrors.

[starrydome]

{ooc: do you want to fade here? I doubt we can end on a more perfect note :)}

[protect_and_survey]

(OOC: That works! Thank you so much for letting my girl explore! :) Do you want to post?)