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.

[Action]

[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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[woodking]

Not so well as some, but I do.

[inafadingcrown]

[Said half to herself:] I am more accustomed to speaking of the future than to hearing of it from others.

And my brothers? Do they make the journey to this Lothlórien with me?

[woodking]

[This was a question he had not expected, and the answer is terrible. He does not wish to cause her that pain, no matter what his feelings on her might be. She did not deserve to suffer when she did not need to, and the difference between losing a home and losing kin was vast, and one he knew all too well.]

Your family traveled with you to Lothlórien.

[True enough. To forestall any awkward questions on their current states of being, he adds another sentence.]

Still, I am afraid I know but little of your brothers.

[Another true statement. It's not particularly connected to the first, but it's framed to make her think it is and that is just fine with him.]

[inafadingcrown]

[A thoughtful hum] I will admit, I still do not know quite what to make of this.

[woodking]

You may take it as you will, but it is the truth.

You were here before I, and until quite recently claimed to be from the year 3019 of the Third Age. I have heard tell that the Castle is capable of changing people, though whether for you this will be temporary or permanent I cannot say. Because of this, you shall likely find many who know you already, who you will know, and have known, before you... forgot.

[inafadingcrown]

[There is silence on this end of the journal as she thinks over the implications.

She doesn't like them. It places her at a distinct disadvantage- to be known and not to know.]

I see...

I should thank you, I suppose, my lord.

[woodking]

[He brushes aside the title, for all that it's slightly strange to hear from her.]

I am not your lord, any more than you are my lady. You owe me nothing; you already offered me much of the same information, upon my own arrival.

All the same... [There's a slight, somewhat hesitant pause, because typically they don't get along and it makes it feel odd. When he continues, his voice is slightly softer, but entirely sincere.] you are welcome.

[inafadingcrown]

[She hadn't meant it so literally; it's a courtesy title, little more. But she will accept that response.]

Are there many others from Arda present here?

[woodking]

[Courtesy title or no, he has no desire for the lines of their relationship to be blurred even slightly. Clarity was one of the things he valued.]

My son is also here, Legolas. And I have heard tale of a dwarf and a hobbit, Masters Thorin Oakenshield and Bilbo Baggins. I have, however, encountered neither.

[inafadingcrown]

A hobbit? [That's a new term for her...]

[woodking]

They are a little people, who love the earth. I know little enough of them.