Nelchaen-a-Nel; dictated/action

[inafadingcrown]

[Dictated]

[Waking up in a strange place was enough of a cause for panic, especially since Artanis has no memory of how she got there in the first place. But she has had to keep her head in difficult situations before; this was not so bad. A quick search of the room revealed a sword and swordbelt, made much to her liking, which she placed around her waist, and a journal.

The journal keeps her occupied for far longer than she had expected it to. There was a lot of information in it. A lot of answers- answers that made no sense, but answers nonetheless. After a thorough study of the text, she dictates into the book, trying not to feel foolish as she does so.]

I gather that my plight here is not unique and that the prisoners of this place are wont to use these books for communication. I will pose a question, then. Is it common to receive a journal with a name that is not one’s own? “Galadriel” is lovely name, to be certain, and I am sure the Lady who bears it is most pleased to be so named. But I am Artanis, daughter of Arafinwë and I will not be mistaken for another. [Except she probably will. That is totally Galadriel’s voice.]

Furthermore, I would speak with any who have ventured out into the wilds of this world.

You have my thanks.

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[And with that, she shuts the journal and goes out into the hallway, investigating the castle with the sword still at her hip.]


[OOC: Loss start.]

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[wizard_redfive]

[As she approaches the library, she is likely to see a young human girl with bright red hair, carrying two books with her. Dairine is on her way to the library to return them and restock when she notices the elf. She smiles warmly and waves, as though she knows Artanis well.]

Good morning, Galadriel.

[inafadingcrown]

[Well, the child is no threat, at least, though her manner is certainly puzzling. There's that name again, for one thing. Her brow furrows.]

Why do you greet me by that name, child?

[wizard_redfive]

[At that greeting, Dairine suddenly stops and stares, just as confused as Artanis. Something is terribly off. One: the elf seems to have forgotten her own name, and two: Galadriel almost never calls her "child."]

Beeeecause it's your name? That is how you introduced yourself to me.

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[deductiongeek]

[Conan had avoided Galadriel for a long time. He didn't like her. Every time he had ever talked to her, he had gotten the nagging feeling that she knew much more about him and his motivations than she was letting on.

It irritated him.

He was, of course, entirely unaware that other people often found him irritating for very similar reasons.

But when he spots her walking down the hall towards him he immediately scowls at her.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Galadriel might have made teased him about that scowl, but Artanis just bursts into laughter. It's darling, really.]

That is a great frown for a small child.

[deductiongeek]

What's wrong with you today?

[Something seemed a little off about that reaction.]

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[tylendel]

(Tylendel has taken note of Galadriel more than a few times, yet he has never seen her with a sword. The sight brings him to a pause and he arches a brow.)

Going to battle, my lady?

[inafadingcrown]

If necessary. [There's more than a touch of bravado in the statement.] When one is taken captive, is it not generally best to be on-guard?

[tylendel]

You believe the castle has - (Oh that makes sense, yet...) I thought you had been here for some time?

starting off the journals with dictated

[woodking]

You do not remember?

lmfao this is not going to end well

[inafadingcrown]

I remember many things, stranger, but your voice is not among them.

nnnnot even a little bit

[woodking]

I am Thranduil, King of Mirkwood, once called Greenwood the Great. It is north of the forest of Lothlórien - your home.

[He sounds slightly amused that he is telling her these things. The intention is honestly to help, at least; she did as much for him, when he had arrived, and now the situation is oddly reversed.]

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[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[Squinting at the journal.]

My Lady, are you well? Has something happened?

[Worry worry.]

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[inafadingcrown]

What has happened, stranger, is that I have found myself captive in a strange place.

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[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[Stranger?]

You told me yourself, when I arrived, that you have been here for two years.

[toobravehearted]

[From around the corner as he runs up the stairs, the Doctor talks 'hup two's' to himself, measuring the beat as he comes onto the corridor and still at a fair pace. In seeing Galadriel he skids a little to slow down, flashing a grin as he goes.]

Pardon me, good Morning Lady Galadriel. How are you?

[He does come to an actual stop though when something else catches his eye and he wonders what she's doing with it.] That's a rather nice sword. A Christmas gift, perhaps?

[inafadingcrown]

[This has to be one of the strangest encounters yet, if only for the terribly causal tone of the greeting. That, and the fact that she had no idea what the man was talking about. Christmas? Artanis simply stares for a few moments.]

I beg your pardon?

[toobravehearted]

[Gaze up from the sword to her face, is she staring at him? A hand up close to his chest and with an almost embarrassed finger point, he doesn't think that he's said anything wrong. No, pretty sure of that.]

The, er, sword. Well, I'm assuming it's that hanging from the belt. It is kind of too sword-like to be anything else. Not a call for it on a day that passes for relatively normal around here... Are you off for practise, perhaps?

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[wishmadeinfire]

<sub>[ Galadriel's earlier post through the journals had... worried him. Why did she sound like that? Like she did not know what this place was? Several possibilities popped up immediately, the most worrisome being that she had been sent home and brought back, but with no memory. That pained him more than he could say, and so he went in search of her (donning clothes of pales blue, silver, and white with fur trimming against the cold).

When he did find her, she looked the same, but he did not let that encourage him, remembering her words. ]</sub>

Galadriel, are you all right? I heard you earlier - is something wrong?

[inafadingcrown]

[Artanis gives an irritated little huff.] Many things are wrong- chief among them the fact that everyone insists on addressing me as "Galadriel." My name is Artanis.

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ He pauses, frowning the tiniest bit. She looked like Galadriel, but... Perhaps this was a loss? It would pass in time? He sincerely hoped so, for if she was like this all the time now, well... his heart wept for the loss. But for now, he would assume it was a Castle's trick, keeping hope alive. ]}

My apologies, you look very much like a friend of mine. You could be her twin, actually.

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[footnote]

[Aziraphale, busy in his own morning routine of a brisk walk to clear the cobwebs, had completely missed her perturbing dictation. Which means his first encounter with the new Galadriel... or rather, previous version of her, is when they almost collide in the hallway.

He beams at her, tipping his head in a congenial manner.]

Good morning, my dear. Lovely weather for the time of year, isn't it?

[By which he means cold and snowy, but that's still better than torrential rain.]

[inafadingcrown]

[Now that is entirely too familiar. She frowns down at him, furrowing her brow.]

"My dear?" You are bold. [And from her tone, that's decidedly not a compliment.]

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[lord_wizard]

I suppose it would be obvious to ask if something was amiss with you today?

Never too late!

[inafadingcrown]

When one awakens in a strange place with no memory of how one came to be there, there is generally something amiss.