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The Central Library

Test Drive Meme

You are in The Central Library… anything can happen here. In fact, the possible can become actuality while you stay here. Things are always changing. Some for the better, some for the worst… it really all depends on one thing. You.

Take a look around, visit the worlds through the book portals, and slowly bring it back to life. The more you do, the better life will get. But be wary, not everything is a fun story and not everything is harmless. Sometimes you will have your life at stake and others you will simply have to enjoy your stay.

You can use RNG to pick a scenario below… or you can pick your own! Whatever delights your fancy and makes you feel at home within the walls of The Central Library.

1. Arrival – You wake up in the main hall. The reception desk is behind you and you know you heard someone whispering “Save us” in your ear… but where are you? The hall gleams and there are many doors amongst the shelves of books. It is rather huge and a walkway circles a second floor… where are you? Well… you might want to ask.

2. Market Place – The Central Library has turned the large conference room into an open gateway to a market place. It shifts and changes along with the Library, but food is always available to those living there as long as the portal is open. Step into a Parisian market of modern day, an open market of the Dark Ages, or even a trading post in the Old West. Go shopping, take a stroll… your imagination is your only limit.

3. Go Out to Dinner – There aren’t many places to go out to eat in The Central Library, in fact, it is best to keep food to the living quarters. But when you go through portals in events, you experience whole new worlds from every era and every place. Possibly you may sit in at the Mad Tea Party or even dine in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. You pick. You decide…

4. Non-Fiction Immersion – It’s raining. Inside. You’ll find that Non-fiction has a way of ruining your day to day life in the Library. Some book in the Non-fiction section has burst open letting out a monsoon of types that only gets worse as you get to that section. Find it, close it… or we all just might float away.

5. Fiction Invasion – Sometimes things slip through. Little things or big things. After all, monsters do hide in the dark corners and in some sections of the grand structure. But this time… the problem is small, small size that is. Pixies have invaded. They are troublesome things… they love to cause problems and make life a little miserable. You need to catch them before they steal you blind… and possibly cause you too much mischief. You may need a net… but please, try not to kill them.

6. Cleaning is Necessary – You are stuck here, you might want to make it home. Being in such disrepair, it needs a little love and care. I’m sure the janitor’s closets have some tools and no harm in trying to pick up books and shelve them. Just be careful… they are rather testy about where they go.

7. A posse ad esse – Anything is possible. This is your Wild Card. Have fun with it!

This Test Drive is Closed. A new Test Drive will be posted soon.

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"Nothing more than that," he admitted after a moment of consideration, weighing whether or not he wanted to show any sort of weakness to an elf. It was a strange place, though, and he was alone--or, at least, without kin--so it was probably for the best he not make any enemies right away.

So, for now, he'd at least be somewhat civil with the other.

"Elrond? Lord Elrond of Rivendell?" There's a note of surprise to his voice, eyebrows lifting. "I was not aware he had a son." Or any children for that matter. "..I am Fili of the House of Durin."

"I see. I recall hearing a voice in my head before I awoke. Something pleading for help. Did you perchance hear it as well?" Many of his kin thought elves higher in perception and empathy, but he did not believe this always the case. If it called to him, it must also call for the other as well. Why else would they both be here?

"Aye, Elrond of Rivendell, indeed." Elrohir couldn't stop the soft laugh at that. "I am one of two... for I have an elder twin brother as well. And my sister is the youngest. Only we three are his children." The smile was brilliant as he nodded his head. "My brother and I are often absent from our kin and traveled much of Middle-Earth together with the Dunedain."

Pausing, he tilted his head to the younger. The House of Durin? His heart ached a little at that... "It is a pleasure to meet one of your house, master Fili."

A voice? Fili frowned thoughtfully.

"I believe I did, though at the time I thought it was that of my kin." He shifted his weight, glancing away from Elrohir as he looked around the main hall, hoping the other wouldn't press for details in regards to that. Talking about death was not something the young dwarf was all that keen on doing.

His gaze returned to Elrohir when the other spoke of his siblings, honestly not all that surprised that he had been oblivious to that knowledge. It wasn't like they had taken much time to get to know their hosts after all.

"Traveling with the Dunedain hardly seems elf-like, Master Elrohir," Fili murmured with a tiny hint of amusement in his voice, intrigued by the notion of something drawing elves to join the riders.

"You and your kin in Rivendell are far more hospitable than the elves in Mirkwood."

"I admit, I thought possibly the same..." He had seen so much death and lost so much. It only made sense that he could hear the voices of the dead. But... "However, as I walked through the wing, I felt... a very dark decay. I believe that parts of this place..." He shifted a little nervously not wishing to sound too strange. "Parts of this place is dying."

And they were not alone. Elrohir hunted for thousands of years and he knew the feeling of being hunted. Tucking long ebony behind his ears, he moved closer slowly so as not to startle the other. "The further you move from this spot, the worse it gets."

"Ah, you are correct." Sending him a beatific smile, he ducked his head. "They are my kin for my father is not known as 'half-elf' for no reason. His brother was the line of Numenor." And they were his kin as well. "Perhaps it is the blood of man in us that called us to ride with them."

And deeper purpose as well as a terrible revenge. "Imladris, Rivendell... is a place of rest. My father is stern, but also kind. All elves are different as I have seen... so are dwarves."

"Dying?" That would make sense, given the odd feel to the air; how stale it felt. But unlike Elrohir, Fili couldn't sense those sorts of things so keenly so it had just been an inkling in the back of his mind. A notion he couldn't put into words. "What has befallen this place to cause such a state of being?"

And why were they brought here?

"Lord Elrond is half human?" he found himself asking, the oddities of this place forgotten for a moment. That would explain why the elf lord had seemed almost..personable in comparison to the elves they met later int heir journey. "A fair point. All races have their good and bad; reasonable and unreasonable." He wasn't entirely sure where he and his kin fell in that but hopefully it wasn't in the bad area. While his uncle had gone mad with dragon sickness, he had come through in the end.

He only hoped it had ended in their favor.

"I am not quite sure... but it is a library. Perhaps it is the books?" He really could not be certain... but he felt it. Like something living all around him on the shelves. Closing his eyes, he shivered at the thought. "I do not feel they are merely books."

Pausing at the sudden question he nodded. "I suppose it is only something commonly known amongst my kin. Forgive me." He often forgot how little contact his own kind had with men. Unlike he and his brother, they tended to keep to their own.

"You are right." Elrohir knew he carried himself too seriously at the best of times. A role he often fell into as one of the descendants of the Eldar... but right now, he felt no need for it. He felt instead, a need to have a friend in this strange place. At the moment, he felt no fear or reason to be stern. "I have only searched one wing since my arrival..."

He paused before the blonde and nodded his head. "Would you like to accompany me to look at the other wing?"

"What do you mean? What else could they be if not books?" Fili asked with a frown, glancing about curiously as if expecting his question to be answered right then and there; as if the books were going to just come alive or something.

A childish notion. (Or so he thought.)

"There is no need to apologize. I was just surprised, is all. I had no idea such things happened." Dwarves kept to themselves, it was as simple as that--at least that's how it was prior to his brother getting involved with an elf. But he had always just assumed that most races preferred their own kind.

He found himself looking at the other with a bit of surprise when Elrohir asked if he would accompany him. There was a moment of hesitation as Fili considered it, knowing that his uncle would have probably immediately turned the offer down but..well..Thorin wasn't there, was he?

"...I would, yes." Because he'd rather have someone with him than be alone at the moment. "Lead the way, Master elf."

"I am not sure. They... Ah... it is likely my imagination carrying me away." He laughed a little, not sure what to think of the almost whispers that got louder when he brushed a spine of a book. Everything about this place was so strange and unexplainable.

"I spend so little time home these days that I get carried away..." By the fleeting lives of mortals and how they lived so passionately. He saw such a life in dwarves as well, but few wanted to get to know him as well as he wished to know them.

"Thank you. I was no looking forward to scouting this place out with no extra set of eyes. I have misplaced my brother so... it is like losing half of yourself." He did not know if Fili would understand, but he had a feeling perhaps maybe he could. Nodding once, he started toward the next wing, looking a little hesitant as he placed a hand on the door.

"I am hoping my imagination is running away with me... but I felt like eyes were on me in the other wing."

Fili wouldn't admit it outloud but he was a bit intrigued by the implications Elrohir was making, glancing towards one of the hallways and the shelves he could just barely see. "...Tell me. I wish to hear what you think on this matter."

Because despite the fact that Elrohir was an elf, Fili found himself trusting him, at least in matters of oddities and magic.

Perhaps you would get your chance to get to know a dwarf~

"That I can understand," the blonde admitted, trying to keep his composure but he was missing his brother desperately already. They were rarely ever apart and they worked together to face whatever came at them. But here? Here he was alone and he felt blind, in a way.

He trailed after the elf as Elrohir started for the next wing, eyes narrowing some when the other spoke.

"Truly? Do you think there are others here, then?"

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