#iamtheoneoflight

Nínimeth was nervous, very much so. It was her very first time in Lothlorien and while she’d been reassured by Arwen that her grandmother and grandfather were very kind, it hadn’t helped much. And then there was the fact that she was going to sing for them: her skill of singing and playing instruments had previously been described as extraordinary but was it really? In an attempt to clear her mind, she had asked if there was a place where she could sit and practice for a while and a kind elleth had brought her to one of the gardens, assuring her that there would be no one at this time.

Taking out her flute, the blonde elleth looked around for a while before her eye fell on a butterfly and soon she was playing a melody, mimicking how the small thing fluttered through the air. She merrily continued, letting the garden inspire her until she started to feel as if someone was watching, which made her stop abruptly. Turning her head, she almost immediately shot up, bowing her head for the one who was without doubt Lady Galadriel. No one else in Lothlorien could be so breathtakingly beautiful and perfect. “My lady, I did not know you were there.”

“Why do you linger in the shadows?…”

Jareth had grown tired of the chaos that had become part of his every day life, and needed to get away from it all, if only for a little while, in order to clear his head.  So from his own realm he departed, and slipped into another world, that during his past travels he found to be favorable, with endlessly beautiful areas to explore.

The sun had just set on the forest in which the elven sorcerer traveled through the day, but that gave no reason for him to make camp just yet. The night was just alive as the day, and Jareth was someone who had learn to claim the darkness as a source of comfort.

His foot-falls were near silent upon forest floor, when an energy like no other caught his attention. He paused, and lifted his head in the direction it was emanating. He saw the light radiating from her, before he saw the lady herself. Pure, white, ethereal light; not something that would be visible to any passerby, but to one of similar kin, that radiance was unmistakable, and awe inspiring.

If he had sensed her, he knew that she too had sensed him. Even if going visually unseen was a talent of his, a talent he employed in that moment as he retreated a few steps, back into the comforting cloak of darkness.  There he lingered, and silently watched.

He wasn't foolish enough to assume he had tricked the elven woman into believing he was gone, he knew she would still feel the energy of another near by, since he did nothing further to hide his presence. But, since he was posing no threat, he was wordlessly giving her the choice to continue along her path, to ignore him and not be disturbed. Or, if she wished contact to be made, she could be the one to initiate it.

“Me?!

{ AH I DIDN”T EVEN SEE THIS THANK YOU }

She hadn’t meant to become like those who had held her. Adamantly refused that she would every be like Cersei, in fact. But now, looking down at Robyn, all that she could see was an obstacle. And that scared her.

“No sweetling, everything will be fine.” Sansa heard herself say as if from afar.

She pulled the pillow into her hand, pushed it over his face, closed her eyes, and tried to remember her father’s smile.