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Post by Eleanor Brooke on Feb 25, 2012 17:21:26 GMT -5
Eleanor was unable to not look at the twins. They were far too adorable for their own good. Perhaps children were the one thing she was looking forward to in her future marriage. Whether a boy or a girl, she would love that child unconditionally. Who couldn't, when the child was a part of you? But there was a downside, of course. For children needed to be...made. And birthed. Both could prove to be painful.
She looked up, realizing that she the woman had asked of her name. She smiled gently. "My name is Eleanor, of House Brooke. I am Her Majesty's lady-in-waiting." She laughed lightly as Caitrin spoke of the twins causing a ruckus in front of the queen. "I think she will be pleased to see them, regardless," she said, knowing that their spirit was part of the reason that children appealed to her so. They were so free, so full of life. It was refreshing to see such people after the stiffness of the other nobles.
Eleanor tried to call on what the queen had told her about this noblemwoman. "You are of Mercian decent, correct?" she asked, hoping that she had remebered right. "My mother's sister married into a family there."
"May I?" she asked, wishing to sit down beside them. The queen wouldn't expect her back just yet. And who could deny those two resting on the blanket?
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Post by Eleanor Brooke on Feb 15, 2012 16:52:14 GMT -5
A quick word with a maid plumping the pillows of the Auberts' chambers alerted her as to where Lady Caitrin was. Eleanor nodded once in thanks, shuffling the folded note into her other hand as she exited the chamber. The note, with the queen's seal in wax, was held tightly in her slender hands. Even such a casual missive as this was to be highly guarded. Why, what if someone got a hold of the queen's insignia? All because Ella, her own lady-in-waiting, had dropped the letter? It would be shameful and embarrassing.
Tucking the folded note into her long, bell sleeves she exited the castle. She blinked a few times to allow her eyes to adjust to the dazzling sun, as she had been indoors for the duration of the day. Glad to finally feel its rays upon her face, she set off on her errand with a smile. It took her little time to find the lady in question, watching her twins. Instantly Ella's smile widened at the sight of the two babes. As the youngest in her family she had not had the pleasure of having a baby in her family to watch grow. Neither of her brothers had yet to have children, either. Children were marvelous creatures; to be treasured.
As she neared Caitrin she dipped her head in greeting, and slight deference to the married woman.
"Her Majesty wishes for you to have this," she said, retrieving the letter from her sleeve. A simple note, asking for her to visit with the babes later that day. Her attention soon was overtaken by the two wiggling children upon the blanket.
She grinned. "They are beautiful."
With: Caitrin
Wearing: This
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Post by Eleanor Brooke on Feb 12, 2012 22:50:35 GMT -5
Eleanor felt herself smiling as he spoke of her brothers. She had seen them progress from wooden training swords to real steel, and felt immensely proud of them. Becoming a knight of Camelot was no easy task. "I'm pleased to hear that you approve of them," she commented, knowing that both men would have loved to hear the praise. "My parents are quite proud of them." Not one son, but two had been knighted. And both had made rather good marriages, which had made them even more valuable to their parents. She knew that she was the next to be married, but didn't expect a betrothal for at least another year. She had just arrived at court, and din't expect her parents to move that quickly.
She couldn't help but giggle as he admitted to forgetting her name. Her smile softened, trying to show him that she had laughed out of amusement and not teasing. "I've only just arrived, Your Grace, and I would have been surprised if you had remembered it." He had more responbility than she could dream of, and she hadn't expected him to remember his wife's lady-in-waiting's name. "Lady Eleanor Brooke," she said, dipping into a curtsy as if this was their first meeting and not the embarrassing encounter of moments before. She straightened, eyes shining with amusement.
As he mentioned his wife her smile grew. "I am, my lord," she answered. "Her Grace has been most helpful." She wasn't exactly sure that she would call what she did as 'duties', as they mostly consisted of sitting with the queen and chatting. Or reading aloud or fetching an object. She wondered how long before another woman was introduced. She had heard that the previous queen had around twenty women at a time; her court had been something of a finishing school for young women.
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Post by Eleanor Brooke on Feb 11, 2012 23:54:51 GMT -5
Merlin and Freya are having a baby girl in our AU thread.  Here she is!
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Post by Eleanor Brooke on Feb 7, 2012 21:01:23 GMT -5
I'm here to bother you again.  I would love some posting layouts for Ella, please. Maybe one with her fiance's playby, Richard Armitage? I was thinking the pictures from here, on pages 4 and 5. . I also found more pictures of their wedding, from here, pages 4-6. And just an everyday one with just her would be nice too. The pictures are up to you. Thanks! |
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Post by Eleanor Brooke on Feb 5, 2012 22:06:24 GMT -5
The carriage had been far too stifling for her to remain in for more than a day. It was why she was currently sitting atop her gelding, trotting along at an easy pace with the retinue of guards around her. A lady’s maid trailed not too far behind her, no doubt lamenting the fact that the fine carriage was not being used. Eleanor effectively ignored the woman’s indiscreet mumbling and instead focused on the sunlight touching upon her face. The end result of the journey- her future husband’s estate- was not eagerly anticipated by her. It would be foolish to not enjoy the time that it took to get there, as she wouldn’t be enjoying the actual visit.
It was imperative, Edward had told her, that she go to the manor and check it over. Anything that she wished to change, or add to, she need only tell him. Of course, she’d rather just tell him that she didn’t very much care, but she knew that would not be the wisest thing to do. Instead she had silently nodded and requested time away from Her Majesty for the trip. She would have thought that Edward would accompany, as he preferred his estate to court, but he had to remain behind for some meeting with a foreign nobleman. Instead she had made the day and a half journey with his men, and maid.
“Halt!”
The party stopped, causing her to furrow her brow. Why had they stopped?
A woman was in the middle of the road, she noticed, as she inched her horse forward.
“Can we be of some assistance?” her husband’s master-at-arms asked of the stranger, his gallantry kicking in at the sight of the female. Nudging the animal forward she pulled up beside the man and took a good look at the woman. She had never seen her before, but it didn't strike her as odd. After all, she had only recently left her own estate and ventured out into the world.
"May we help you?" she asked, knowing that the roads were no place for a woman alone.
Location: Roads in Camelot
Time: Between seasons 4 and 5
Wearing: Here
For: Morgana
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Post by Eleanor Brooke on Feb 4, 2012 3:18:39 GMT -5
Eleanor felt a small smile flit to her lips as Gwen admitted that the journey was not simple. It was true, it hadn't been easy. But she couldn't have complained; it wouldn't have done anything. Her parents had been set on shipping her out. She had been surprised that Gwen knew of the journey and how it was. She hadn't thought that she would have ever left the city. But then again, she wasn't a typical noblewoman. She guessed, as part of the lower class, it would have been easier for her to travel about.
Her smile relaxed as Guinevère spoke further. "I am looking forward to it, Your Highness." It would be nice to have a close female friend. She had no sisters, and her sisters-in-law were none too friendly to her. It would almost be like having an elder sister. She only hoped that the queen liked her.
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Post by Eleanor Brooke on Feb 4, 2012 3:11:33 GMT -5
Eleanor wasn't insulted in the slightest that he did not remember either of her brothers' names. After all, he must have hundreds of knights and nobles. She was having trouble with the names of the people she had met the previous day; she couldn't imagine how many he had to be familiar with. She smiled, thinking of the two young men. "Both of my brothers are knights, Your Grace,", she answered. "Sirs Thomas and Michael Brooke." She knew that both men held their titles close to their hearts. It was an honor to be given the title of 'Knight of Camelot'. "My brother Michael is currently in residence in the castle." Thomas was cooling his heels at his wife's family estate, inherited from her recently deceased father.
She smiled as he mentioned his manservant. "He seemed pleasant," she replied, thinking back to their brief meeting. She didn't know much about him, but what she saw was far better than George. Her grin widened as he spoke of the queen. She only knew the woman for a little while, but she saw the potential for a lasting friendship. Already she felt loyalty blooming in regards to the queen. She had never had a female figure in her life besides her mother and old nurse. She hardly felt any friendship to either of her brothers' wives. Thomas' rarely left her estate, and Michael's disapproved of everything that Eleanor did.
"She is very kind, Your Grace. I'm quite happy to be lady to her." She truly meant it.
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Post by Eleanor Brooke on Feb 4, 2012 0:27:02 GMT -5
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Post by Eleanor Brooke on Feb 2, 2012 0:31:35 GMT -5
Ella felt her cheeks color as he mentioned no one wanting to smell of the wax. Of course no one did….why had she made that joke? She had expected him to leave now knowing where his wife was. Yet, instead, he continued to speak with her. She wondered if perhaps he was toying with her, or if he truly wished to speak with her. She wasn’t sure about the last one….he must have more important things to do than chat with a nineteen year old.
“It is my first time here, Your Highness,” she explained, feeling her shoulders relax a little as she thought of the spectacle that was the royal court. From the little she had seen of it she already knew that she adored it. There was so much to see, so many people to talk to. She couldn’t wait to get to know more of it. Already she wished to see a jousting tournament, or an archery contest. Her chest tightened at the second thought. She hadn’t taken up her bow in a week, and already she missed it.
“It’s fascinating, truly.”
Maybe he didn’t want her to expand on it?
Despite her worry, a grin split her lips.
“I’ve only made a few acquaintances. My brother introduced me to a few of his fellow knights, and….” Who else?
“Oh! I’ve also been introduced to your manservant. It is Merlin, right?”
She thought that was the young man’s name, but she didn’t want to appear as if she was correct in the chance that she had gotten it wrong.
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Post by Eleanor Brooke on Feb 2, 2012 0:23:33 GMT -5
Eleanor hadn’t expected the queen to be so welcoming. Many of the other higher nobles that she had come across held themselves in such a way that they believed they were better than everyone else. She, unmarried and simply a lady, could not afford to do so. And anyway, why would she want to strut around with her nose in the air? She straightened as the queen asked to step inside.
She clasped her hands as the queen spoke. She knew, that to be lady-in-waiting to the Queen of Camelot, was a position that could not be taken lightly. She wished for the queen to like her. If not, what else was left for her? She would either be shipped back home or stay in court under the eyes of her brother and his wife. Her sister-in-law was dreadfully dull. Eleanor thought that a stack of hay had more personality than she did. But her dowry was enough to makeup for her lack of personality.
“It was fine, Your Grace,” she answered, thinking back to the bumpy, dusty journey. She had been happy to change from her dusty traveling clothing into a new gown. Her family’s manor was near the border of what had once been Cenred’s kingdom, which had made the journey rather lengthy. But she wasn’t going to start complaining about it.
“I would like to thank you, Your Majesty, for this position.”
She hadn’t had a chance to speak with Gwen before, and wished for the woman to know how grateful she was.
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Post by Eleanor Brooke on Feb 1, 2012 23:59:16 GMT -5
Carefully, Eleanor straightened. She kept her gaze on the floor, trying to come up with an answer to smooth over her mistake. How had she managed this? To insult the king on her second day in Camelot? She inhaled carefully, before speaking. âIt was a mistake, Your Highness,â she began, chancing a look up at him. He was undoubtedly handsome; the reports were true. Now seeing him, she thought that both he and Guinevère were quite the pair. Not that she was going to tell him that. She was in enough of a pickle already!
The teasing in his voice calmed her enough for her to fully raise her eyes.
âI should have realized that it wasnât George, Your Grace,â she commented, her hands moving to rest from their death grip on her skirts, from her curtsey.
âYou donât carry the aroma of brass wax that George does.â
Instantly, she felt her face grow warm.
What was she doing?
Hastily she answered his question, hoping that the attempt at a jest would be ignored.
âHer Majesty went to speak with her brother, Your Highness.â
She didnât know when Guinevère would be back, but she hoped that Arthur would not tell her of her embarrassing mistake.
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Post by Eleanor Brooke on Feb 1, 2012 23:50:57 GMT -5
âRight this way, my lady.â
Eleanor followed nervously behind the servant as the two navigated the hallways of the castle. She clasped her hands in front of her in order to keep them from shaking. She had every right to be nervous; it wasnât everyday that you met the queen and became her lady-in-waiting. The nineteen year old had only arrived in the city that morning, but her brother had be adamant that she be presented to the queen right away. It was best to have her set in her position, he explained; then she could go off and see the city if she liked.
Her heart pounded loudly as the servant stopped at a door. He knocked twice before opening it and stepping inside. Ella held her breath as she followed him into the bedchamber.
âYour Highness, the Lady Eleanor Brooke to see you,â he said, bowing before stepping back and leaving both women alone.
Quickly Eleanor sunk into a curtsey.
âIt is a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace,â she said, staring at the stone floor.
What if she didnât want her to be her lady-in-waiting? Or what if Guinevère was haughty because of how far she had risen? She peeped up at the woman, unsure of either just yet.
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Post by Eleanor Brooke on Feb 1, 2012 23:22:54 GMT -5
The courtyard below the window bustled with activity as Camelotâs citizens went on with their everyday lives. Knights strode back and forth across the cobbled square, some with their scarlet cloaks draped over their arms, while others were clad in chainmail. A group of well dressed noblewomen had gathered at the foot of the stone steps leading to the castle, chattering about something or other. A handful of peasants and servants scurried to and fro, trying to cram their workload into the daylight hours.
In short, Eleanor though she would never get tired of looking at the scene.
The nineteen year old grinned as she leaned against the stone window ledge, looking down at the hustle and bustle. She had never visited the castle before, having been raised at her familyâs manor. It was thrilling to see so many new people and places. She had thought that the only places she would see would be her home and that of her husband, but it appeared that she was mistaken.
A clang behind her had the young noblewoman reluctantly stepping away from the opened window.
She half turned to see George, one of the castleâs servants, polishing a brass candelabra.
He had been so silent up until this point that she had forgotten that he was still in the room.
âWill you be needing anything, my lady?â he droned, rubbing the brass for the umpteenth time.
The brunette shook her head before latching the window closed.
âThat will be all, George,â she said, glad that she had remembered the young manâs name. Her second day in Camelot- her first as lady-in-waiting- and she wished to keep track of as many names as possible. Already she felt her memory fading of the various names of the nobility that she had been introduced to earlier.
The servant bowed before leaving her alone in the royal bedchamber.
She reluctantly took up her vacated seat by the empty fireplace, where her embroidery remained forgotten. She had been waiting for the queen to return before starting up again, but by the time Guinevère had returned Ella doubted she would have made much progress.
It was thrilling to be a lady-in-waiting. Or at least, that was what Eleanor thought, despite being only one for a day. She was not a servant; her bloodline prevented that. But instead she was a companion to the queen, someone to sew with, talk to. She would help Gwen with small tasks such as perhaps dressing and fetching small objects, but that was the extent of manual labor that she would be faced with. It was a position of honor that she would not treat lightly. After all, the queen had yet to take on any other ladies. Guinevère was, to her delight, a very warm and friendly person. She had heard mixed reviews about King Arthurâs new queen, but had fount that Gwen had proven the dissenters wrong. Despite her low birth, she carried herself as well and if not better than some of the noblewomen that Eleanor had met.
Footsteps pausing at the entrance to the chamber caught Eleanorâs attention.
âBack again, George?â she asked, a smile coming to her lips.
The young man was far too serious!
âI didnât touch any of the brass-â
She had turned in her chair to address George, but found that it wasnât the young man at all.
Instead, a blonde haired man stood at the entrance of the room.
The king!
She hastily stood, the embroidery falling from her lap to the floor. She hesitated, not knowing if she should curtsey or pick up the cloth. After faltering she quickly sunk into a curtsey, not daring to straighten.
âYour Majesty.â
Her blood pounded in her ears as she waited for him to speak.
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Post by Eleanor Brooke on Feb 1, 2012 21:02:47 GMT -5
[/img] [/center] | ~ ~ | Character Basics | ~ ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Lady Eleanor Brooke
.:Nick Name:. Ella
.:Age:. 19
.:Race:. Camelotian
.:Status:. Nobility
| ~ ~ | Appearance | ~ ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Eleanor is of average height, with wavy, brown hair that reaches just below her shoulder blades. She has blue eyes, like her father and eldest brother. She dresses in clothing fitting to her station, although she does enjoy riding in less cumbersome attire such as pants. She normally leaves her hair unbound and uncovered, which is still allowed as she is unmarried. She has no distinguishing marks except for a scar on her left calf from a scrap with her brother, Michael.
.:Height:. Five foot, five inches
.:Portrayed by:. Lucy Griffiths
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.:Personality:.
Eleanor is an outgoing person, once she feels comfortable enough in her surroundings. With her brothers she acts differently than if she were sitting among her fellow noblewomen. She is kind and friendly; she enjoys meeting new people. She worries that others will brand her as unlady-like if they knew of her love of archery, and often worries overly about what she says or does to alert others of this. She is also very loyal, and will defend a friend or family member that needs help. She can, however, hold a grudge; ask her brothers.
.:Strengths:.
Loyalty- Ella is extremely loyal to those close to her. She won’t shrink back from defending her family or close friends.
Archery- Ella had often accompanied her brothers to their daily archery lessons with their father’s master-at-arms. She showed talent with the bow and arrow, much to her mother’s chagrin. She has kept up with the sport, despite her brothers both leaving.
.:Weaknesses:.
-She often thinks not with her head, but with her heart. She’s been always quick to defend herself against her brothers’ teasing, and still will if someone verbally attacks her.
- She has trouble with the whole ‘do not speak unless spoken to’ concept.
.:Magic Abilities:. None
.:Special Skills:. Elanor is quite talented when it comes to archery. She insists that she can shoot better than either of her brothers, although they continue to deny it.
.:Accents:. Of the refined, nobility.
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.:Birthplace:. Her family home of Huntson, close to Camelot’s border with Cenred.
.:Family:.
Lord Gareth Brooke, 47, father
Lady Batilda Brooke, 40, mother
Sir Thomas Brooke, 25, brother
Sir Michael Brooke, 23, brother
.:Occupation:. Lady-in-waiting to Her Grace, Queen Guinevère
.:Current Location of Residence:. Camelot Castle
.:History:.
Eleanor was born to Lord Gareth and Lady Batilda Brooke. She was the youngest of their children, and the only female. Her mother had her sights set on making Ella into her carbon copy, but that was not to be. As soon as she could walk, Eleanor began to toddle after her older brothers. Whether they wanted her to or not, she trailed them her entire childhood. It was because of this that she grew to act a bit more like them, much to her mother’s despair. She would much rather go tumbling with Michael or Thomas through the hay in the barn than sit quietly and finish her embroidery.
It was on one of her tag-along trips with her brothers that she first shot an arrow. She had begged her father’s master-at-arms to allow her to join in the boys’ lesson, and found the feeling of the bow string caught between her fingers thrilling. She honed the ability, and judges that she can shoot far better than her brothers, although they continue to deny it.
Once her brothers married and moved away, her mother turned her attention back to her only daughter. Yet by then it was much too late to squash all of the habits that the boys had taught her. True she can behave like a proper noblewoman and hold herself in a formal situation, but she’d much rather be practicing with her bow and a bullseye.
She would have been sent to the royal court at an earlier age, but her parents feared for their only daughter with Morgana on the throne. But now that Arthur has re-taken Camelot, they thought that it would be safe enough to send her. She had been accepted as lady-in-waiting to the new queen. It is her parents’ hope that her exposure to court would bring a suitor. She currently lives in Camelot castle, along with her brother Michael and his wife.
She has yet to practice her archery since arriving, not wanting to have herself branded as anything other than lady-like and respectable.
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