paradisa | Nelchaen-a-Nel; dictated/action

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

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.

_{[ 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.

[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?]

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. ]}

[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.'

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. ]}

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

_{[ 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.

[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.

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.

['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.

But I know the woman you become.

One is not the same as the other.

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

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

I have no doubt you will. That is part of having faith, no?

I suppose it is. [a faint smile]

So, in the mean time, perhaps I shall get to know this young woman who will become the lady I know.

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