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[namo]

He is sitting in a corner, his legs crossed. He is not in his usual robe of darkness, instead donning the leggings he had seen the Elves wear often and a long tunic of the darkest blue with silver embroidery. It is the closest thing his muddled mind could conjure that was more to the atmosphere of this place.

Námo watches the life around him, his eyes burning with a fever of curiosity and irritation.

Dare you approach?

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[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht rolls by in her moble salt-water tank. Her face is smudged with dirt and leaves are caught in her hair from helping with Suti's garden winterization. A little tired, but she's in a very good mood...and singing. It's one that perhaps Namo has heard from those passing through his Halls.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

She catches sight of him sitting in his corner and waves with a cheery smile.

[namo]

"Greetings," he says to the creature. "You sing a song I once heard echoing to my mansions, sung by an elderly Hobbit. I did not think to hear it again."

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Her grin brightens and she rolls over to where he is sitting. "Indeed? Hobbits you say? Are you from Middle Earth as well?"

She offers a hand to shake. "I am Dahai Iohor Naraht, at your service."

[namo]

Námo takes her hand and remembers how he had seen various men greet women. He kisses the top of her hand. "I am from Aman, part of Ea. I am Námo, Lord of the Halls of Mandos, Doomsman of the Valar."

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

Naraht is a little suprised to have her hand kissed instead of shaken, but she has seen this done at some of the more formal Starfleet functions. Besides, the kiss gives her a pleasant shiver. She remembers a little of what Gimli told her about how he came to be here.

"Valar...so you are one of Mahal's collegues?" she asks. "I've heard a little of your people through my friend Gimli, son of Gloin."

[namo]

"I know that name, though I do not call him such. He is my sibling, as all the Valar are. I have also met Gimli here. He is a wise, well-spoken Dwarf who I am glad to have met." He withdraws his hand, retreating from the warmth of the lady in the water.

Warmth is not something Námo possess.

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

"Indeed he is," she agrees. She feels his cold, but is not repusled by it. Her form is made to thrive in the depths and they are frigid indeed.

"Are you new come to Milliways, sir?" she asks politely. There is something about him that makes her want to be extremely formal.

[namo]

"Recently, aye. Perhaps a few days, no more. I followed one of my brothers into this place. And I met several here, though I find it confusing much of the time. How long have you been here?"

[lt-naraht.livejournal.com]

"This most recent visit, a little over a month," she says. "But I've been coming here for a while. When you wind up spending several weeks at home and return to find only a few days have passed here, time gets muddled."

She chuckles. "And I'll agree, it is confusing. But usually in a good way."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"My lord."

A simple greeting, accompanied by a bow, and the shadow of a smile.

[namo]

His eyes raise, taking in the one who had started this... deterioration in him. "Gorlim," he says, a mixutre of pleasure and annoyance in his voice.

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

"You seem displeased," he says cautiously. "I am sorry... I shall not trouble you." He begins to edge away.

[namo]

Before he could stop himself, his hand shot out to halt Gorlim in his retreat. What in the name of Eru had gotten into him?

Gorlim that voice said to him.

"You are never much trouble, unless I take it upon myself to make you such."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He stops, shifting nervoudly on his feet. "I wouldn't expect someone of your might to require the company of a wayward mortal," he comments shyly. It's a weak excuse to reason his way out of wanting to be near the Vala -- if told to go away, he could easily take the near-god's demand as having more weight than his own desires and cease to trouble himself over it.

[namo]

"I require nothing."

He releases Gorlim's wrist.

"I simply desire it."

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He licks his lips, and looks down at the ring on his hand, and nods. "Why?"

[namo]

"Why do you never meet my gaze?" he asks, avoiding the question he does not have an answer to.

[shockinglycute.livejournal.com]

There is a living beastie staring up at him curiously, nose twitching as it sniffs the air.

It's keeping its distance, though, as it is Not Stupid and this not-human-thing feels kind of creepy.

[namo]

Námo stares at the omg too cute small rodent creature staring at him.

He stares back.

[shockinglycute.livejournal.com]

It flips its tail nervously.

"Pikaaaa..."

[namo]

"Pardon me?" Námo asks. Was the thing trying to speak with him?

[shockinglycute.livejournal.com]

It jumps.

Then, after grooming its fur back down and acting like it MEANT to do that, really, no joking, it adds, "Pikachu."

[namo]

"Pikachu?" he repeats. What on earth was this creature, and how did anyone communicate with it?

[shockinglycute.livejournal.com]

It nods. "Pikapika. Pikachu," it adds, pointing at itself. It then points at him. "Pikaaa?"

[namo]

"I shall assume you are called 'Pikachu'. I am ..." Námo stops. Was it worth telling the frightening rodent his full title? No. "You can call me Mandos. Although, since you have yet to say any other word, I suppose you will refer to me as 'Pikachu' as well," he says dryly.