You Meddlesome Kids

[obi_wanmanshow]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Obi-Wan Kenobi
RECIPIENT: EVERYBODY
WHAT: Obi-Wan applies the time-honored Jedi technique of stirring the shit in hopes of producing results
WHEN: Mid-Drakonis-ish
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: For some context or in person action, have This closed log all about Gavin's recent life choices, and this somewhat related open log by Aragorn.

I am a little new here, and perhaps I've missed something important, but is it common practice to lock up innocent people, for no reason? I was given to understand that this organization, this Inquisition, is meant to stand as some kind of bastion for all, a saving grace in the face of sure doom. Or is that just pretty words, to hide the truth?

[He pauses, just for a moment, but despite the lack of visual information, it has all the laser-like focus of a nun's stern disapproval. You have been found wanting, young inquisition. Shame on you.]

Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast, for those who might not have heard, seems to have decided that it is appropriate for her to act as judge, jury, and-- well, a law unto herself, concerning the behavior of Rifters. I wonder, with everything else that's happened since my arrival here, if she thinks no one has noticed.

[He means, perhaps, the issue with Anders, among other things. A good strategist knows how to use their shield; the timing wasn't the only suspect thing about all this, but it certainly seemed like a factor, to him.]

I'll get to the point: Galadriel should be freed if she's done nothing, or if she, or anyone else [Not to name names, Gavin Ashara] has done significant wrong, there should be a fair trial, open to public scrutiny. What happened here is, in my opinion, inexcusable.

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[rowancrowned]

[ ... an odd form of address, and without the usual lilting accent the dalish have. ]

Why do you call her lady?

[harthad_uluithiad]

[ He manages to stop crying long enough to respond, wiping the tears from his cheeks. ]

It's - it's her title. Galadriel, the Lady of the Golden Wood. Of - of Lothlorien, in Middle-earth, where I'm from.

[ He's gotten used to having to explain this. ]

[rowancrowned]

I know her title, little one. She is my cousin-by-marriage.

[ he keeps his voice low and soothing, despite the fact that he's likely wearing a hole in the rug of his and legolas' room by pacing back and forth. ]

I do not know your name, and I would have it.

[harthad_uluithiad]

You -

[ He sputters, hardly able to believe what he's hearing. Thranduil's request goes entirely unnoticed in the wake of this revelation. ]

You know the Lady Galadriel?

You're from Middle-earth?

[rowancrowned]

[ he has, apparently, a nearly endless supply of patience, or just more than a touch of his usually well-rationed empathy. ]

I can only assume we are neighbors, if distant ones, friend. I am recently arrived here, as is my son, Legolas. Fear not, however. The lady is my kin, and all will be well. I will handle this.

Would you like to meet, friend? You were not here when I arrived with my son, so I must assume you have the benefit of time on your side, and are more familiar.

[harthad_uluithiad]

Legolas?

[ His breath catches, his eyes widening. He'd been stunned enough when he'd found the Lady Galadriel, but if Legolas is here - ]

You - you're here with Legolas?

[ A beat. ]

You're his gaffer - I, I mean, his da?

[rowancrowned]

what, exactly, is a gaffer, but- no. a question for later.

Indeed, I am his father. [ and despite the dour circumstances, he is amused. ] Three of us- that is, myself, Legolas, and a pony he insists is named Bill- all arrived at once.

[harthad_uluithiad]

Bill!

[ This is too much. Sam rubs his eyes, but not from crying this time. ]

It can't be true - I must be dreaming! Why it's only been me and the Lady Galadriel here this whole time. I thought - I never thought -

[ But he sobers, still anxious. ]

But what will you do? She's been locked up weeks now, and now they won't let no one see her at all.

[ He's tried, oh yes. ]

It can't go on any longer!

[rowancrowned]

[ has he made the man- he is not sure he is a man, but- has he overwhelmed him with too many emotions at once? quite possible, so he ought to soothe. ]

If you know of my son, you know of me. Rest assured that I will firmly impress upon these Men the consequences of their actions. Go rest, little one. Everything will be solved before noon tomorrow.

[harthad_uluithiad]

[ it's ok sam is easily overwhelmed ]

Before noon?

[ A hopeful smile lights up his face, and his voice is rich with relief. ]

Thank you, oh, thank you! But - please, where could I find you and Legolas, and - and Bill? Are you here in Skyhold?

[rowancrowned]

Before noon, assuming I am as persuasive as ever.

[ whatever this one is- and he will have to ask legolas- he's adorable. ]

Yes. The fourth room from the right on the south wall of the gardens.

[ it has approximately three-fourths of a roof, and less a window than a hole, but it was free, and they are elves. ]

Bill is also here.

[ because legolas. ]

[harthad_uluithiad]

The fourth room from the right.

[ he doesn't bother saying anything else because yeah he's already on his way congratulations thranduil your party is about to get crashed by a hobbit ]