Middle-Earth Meets Loki

Cheeky Loki

So perhaps meeting a supernatural being on an unknown realm known for being able to read the minds of most mortal beings was not the wisest choice that Loki had even had in the entire world, especially while he was sleep deprived, and had just been forced to deal with a rather frightening nightmare, and a heavy emotional toll all in one, but in his defense, he felt that he was going to be able to handle it. Which he was, but he had to say, standing under the gaze of the Lady made him feel as though she were trying to rip him apart, and perhaps he was, how would he truly know that. The point was that it was incredibly...aggravating. He felt exposed, and he did not really like it. Despite the fact that he had already been given evidence that she could not really read his mind, that did not mean that she was unable to garnering clues from him in other ways. Loki was well aware of the various methods of gathering information. He was not new to such things.

Loki did not back down, no matter how unnerving the pale blue eyes she had were, boring into him like he was some sort of test subject. He knew that it was not common for her to find a being that she was unable to read, but then again, Loki was not exactly a very common being either. He was a rarity, even among his own...kind. Should he care to really think about, which he did not. Magic among Jotens, whilst not necessarily uncommon, to his degree of ability, was. Then again he was quite an accomplished sorcerer. 
Oh, and about that. He had no doubt that Gandalf would be wishing to speak with him about the accidental dismantling of an entire mountain to cover an evil creature and keep them from seeing the light of day and waking not hours earlier. Hopefully he would be able to save that conversation for later, however, as he really did not want to have to deal with that at the moment, and it was probably just better to avoid that conversation. It was not as though the man would be able to understand his magic, anyways. So, there was really not much of a point in trying. Not that it would stop the old man, he knew. He had seen the glint in his eyes when Loki had shown up. 

How loki hated it. The man wanted information. Perhaps just for the sake of information, Loki was like that a lot. Wanting to learn new things, wanting to learn everything that he possibly could, especially about magic. It had gotten him into quite a few scuffles with his father, and his brother both, and he had been severely punished on several occasions for that very same thing, but he did not really mind. After all, it was something that he would be able to use. He could use it in the battlefield, but even more then that, he was good at it. Why would he refuse to do something that he was good at, that was mere idiocy. However, the likelihood that the man wanted knowledge for the sake of knowledge is incredibly low. Men always wanted more. More power, more ability, and sometimes they would use it for good means, and sometimes for bad ones, and perhaps even they begin with good intentions but it devolves. He had seen it far too many times to count. He did not really care for it.

"My Lady," Loki bowed before the Elvin woman, straightening and clasping his hands behind his back, continuing with their stare contest. Loki keeping his mind hidden, and her trying to sort through him. They were engaged in a silent battle of wills, one which Loki would not lose. That much he knew. Perhaps this being may be old but he had lived a thousand lives that she would not bear. 

"May I know the name of my guest?" The Lady asked, and Loki smiled slightly, a bit amused. So she finally would ask would she? He was surprised she did not last too much longer. He had expected more of a challenge. It was rather disappointing. 

"Loki..." Loki paused, inhaling softly, looking away, before uttering the last name. "Laufeyson." 

It may not be something that he was proud of. He had killed his father. Well, almost, technically. It was complicated, he killed one father to save the other father in a scheme that he had contracted hoping that it would show his adopted father his devotion. Not that he should have expected anything positive from that. Of course. Naturally he would never be capable of meeting his adopted father's standards. Either way, he refused to add the name of Odin to anything in reference to him. He would rather be the son of a species of monsters, then to the son of an inconsiderate, hateful, and arrogant asgardian. 

"Welcome, to the Wood of LothLorien, Loki Laufeyson." Galadriel smiled gently, and Loki nodded, looking about him, gaze lingering slightly on the two elves who had escorted him here momentarily. 

"Why thank you, my Lady, but really, not necessary to thank me." He said, tilting back on the heels of his feet. He tilted his head to her, a small smirk entering his face. "What do you want to know? Truly?" Loki asked, leaning forwards, his dark eyes glittering. 

"What do you mean?" Celeborn asked, his brows furrowing slightly. Loki turned his gaze from the Lady to the husband. 

"Come now, I would not have been given an entire audience if there were no questions. Besides, I know they are there. Just hesitant to ask. So, I thereby give permission to speak. Go ahead." Loki said, taking a step backwards, a small smile on his face. "After all, I am sure that things will proceed much more swiftly in that case." Galadrial gave a small twitch of her lips, but otherwise gave no other indication of her feelings. 

"In that case, I would ask you, Loki Laufeyson, how you came to possess the magic which you have." Loki hummed, eyes gazing upwards for a few seconds as though he were in deep contemplation.

"Well, see, funny thing about magic, it really just...chooses you. Some have talent, some do not. Everyone has a certain level of magic, but whether they are attuned enough to hold it, to grow it, to nurture it...that is a very different question, my Lady. You do not want to know how I came to Possess magic. That is the wrong question." Loki paused, looking at them. "However, if you were asking how I became to become as powerful as I am now," Loki gave them a small smile and a little laugh. "Well, that would be natural talent, and practice. I am afraid there is really truly nothing more to it." 

"Loki Laufeyson, your answer is admirable." Galadrial said simply. "There is more to it, though, isn't there?" She asked, looking at him. Loki shrugged.

"Perhaps, but like I said, you haven't found the right question." Loki sighed heavily. "We are stuck here for a few more days at least. Perhaps  I will answer if you figure out how to ask properly then." Loki said with a small smile, and a glint of sharp teeth.