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.]

Comments

[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.

[inafadingcrown]

Could I? [She sounds mildly skeptical.] That is something I do not hear often.

[wishmadeinfire]

I have no doubt, with beauty like yours. But this is a strange place, and strange things happen.

[inafadingcrown]

Come now, I know flattery when I hear it. Speak what is truly on your mind, or else simply do not address me as if I am a child who may be placated with a few pretty words.

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ He considers this for a moment, gauging his options here and the best response. In the end, he decided she might not believe him whatever he said. ]}

I believe you are a younger version of the woman I know as Galadriel.

[inafadingcrown]

[She frowns again] You would have me believe that this is what those "journals" of yours call a "loss." [At least she did her research before going exploring?]

[wishmadeinfire]

Precisely. It is, of course, a possibility that the older you was sent home and this young you brought here, but I prefer to believe the loss theory.

_{[ Totally straight faced as he says this, hands calmly clasped in front of him, noble addressing noble. ]}

[inafadingcrown]

[She appreciates that. This is a social situation she can deal with. Much better than strange people rounding the corner and greeting her with affection.]

You are fond of this older me. [She can see that, hear it in his tone.] This...'Galadriel.'

[wishmadeinfire]

Quite. I have come to enjoy her company and rely on her wisdom. She is a good friend to me - to many here.

_{[ He doesn't hide it. He is fond of her, loves her even like a child does a relative, a close relative. His heart ached at the thought of losing her. ]}

[inafadingcrown]

I am sorry. It must be difficult to greet her and find me, a stranger, in her stead.

[wishmadeinfire]

I admit, it is. But I have faith the Galadriel I know will return, so it is less difficult now and more interesting. I had wanted to lean of her past, after all. This is a rather more direct route than I had imagined.

[inafadingcrown]

What has she told you of her past, out of curiosity?

[wishmadeinfire]

Not that very much. She has told me something of... Arule, I think it was? How she lived in a place called the Undying Lands and lived at court.

[inafadingcrown]

Aulë, perhaps? [There is a pause] If I am not she, then she must, at least, have a similar background. 'Galadriel' is a Sindarin name and the Sindar have not set foot in the Undying Lands- she must have taken the name later.

[wishmadeinfire]

Ah yes, that was it. Someone akin to a god, as I took it, or at least a very powerful elf.

Perhaps she did. From what I understood, she did live in the Undying Lands, but her use of the past tense and what I know of her suggests she left them at some point, though the reason I was never given.

[inafadingcrown]

He is a Vala; 'akin to a god' is not entirely wrong.

[She falls suddenly silent at that, staring at the floor.] If she is Noldor, I know the reason well enough.

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[ He cocked his head, regarding her. ]}

Well, I would be glad for the hearing, but if neither you nor she wish to say, I am happy enough to let myself continue to wonder.

[inafadingcrown]

[She shakes her head] If the lady has not told you, then I will not speak of it. She- or I, as the case may be- has her reasons, I am sure.

[wishmadeinfire]

I know. Sometimes I have trouble fathoming them, but I have faith and trust in her. I hope you allow me to extend the same to you.

[inafadingcrown]

['Don't,' she wants to say. She's a kinslayer, an exile, cursed to treachery and tears. But she doesn't. She says nothing for a few moments.]

You scarcely know me.

[wishmadeinfire]

But I know the woman you become.

[inafadingcrown]

One is not the same as the other.

[wishmadeinfire]

No, but some of the woman I know has to be in you. That is enough for me.

[inafadingcrown]

You place a great deal of faith in me. I will attempt to be worthy of it.