paradisa | Nelchaen-a-Nel; dictated/action

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[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 learned little more than I have I read in these 'journals'- that this is a realm far from my own and that the castle itself is the power in these parts.

It is a little more than that, I'm afraid.

[And how can his memories not return to the day he re-arrived and Galadriel greeted him herself to impart information most unpleasant?]

Please, perhaps we could sit? [In the hallway, as adorned by furniture and furnishings as they are, this one has a wooden bench facing a large window just a little ways down from them.]

Of course. [Without further prompting, she seats herself on the bench, calmly waiting for him to join her.]

[And join her he does, taking his journal out of his pocket before he sits next to her.]

Where we are is a realm far from all of our own. None of us in this castle are native to this place and most of us come from very different worlds each with their own histories, their own beginnings. Universes side by side like books in a library, and each of us, plucked from between the leaves.

[Her expression is one of...well, not exactly shock, because she's heard as much hinted at, but something like it.]

You will forgive me if I find this all rather... overwhelming. I had not known of the existence of other worlds until I arrived here.

Hmm, it can be to some, yes. You however, I think will manage in the long run [Explaining to her however, it's not lost to him how strange this feels, but if something should happen while she's not quite herself, it should be done.]

Where I'm from, the existence of other universe, not quite sideways to our own but close in term, is common knowledge. I've travelled to some myself. Here now, we could call that a pocket universe, that would be closer. The castle here is thought to bring us here and many believe it to have a degree of sentience. Your older self, included.

Yes... [She trails off thoughtfully, running a hand along the castle wall.] I can sense its mind now.

But to have such power! It would be beyond all save the Valar or Eru himself.

[His gaze darting across to her hand, his eyebrows draw together in confusion that she'd be so eager to embrace it and he's reaching out to her wrist to gently bring it back if she'll let him.]

No one deserves or should want for that much power and it can be unpleasant to touch upon it, a fact you once told me yourself. Valar and Eru, who are they?

[Not embrace it, quite. The castle has kidnapped her and others and, for that reason, it is an enemy. But there's a touch of envy in her voice, certainly. Even the older, wiser Galadriel has a weakness for power. This younger version of her is much more susceptible to it.

She will allow him to move her hand, but she frowns and, as soon as he releases it, she brings it back down to her lap.]

Do not presume to lecture me, as if I were a child reaching for my father's sword. I am not without experience in such things.

[The tone taken with him is a surprise. There had been stern words shared with Galadriel once before and while he held strong in his beliefs for his motives why, she had still been wise and caring. Isn't it funny that the words shared stemmed from the same subject as the castle itself?]

I don't presume anything, Lady Artanis. Pardon me, but you are quick to call what I advise a lecture, which would make me wonder if you have been subject to a few, recently. [And not without good cause perhaps, from the said father maybe.]

Reaching out to the castle can be unpleasant indeed, something I am not without experience of.

[She frowns further at his guess, but neither confirms nor denies it.]

Tell me, then, of this experience.

[His lips press together as he gathers his thoughts and when he talks his hands go along and speak at the same time.]

Trying to communicate or look into what the castle is directly, there's something and nothing there. Like a void that is filled, I found, which is an interesting paradox. I likened it to trying to catch smoke with a net, and the castle didn't like that I tried. Overall it wasn't a pleasant experience, but the effects were not long lasting. To paraphrase your own words, if you push, it pushes back.

[She takes all that in with a thoughtful, analytical look.] I tried before, then. And this older, more experienced me had as little luck with it as you.

[Which means, most likely, that she-as-she-is probably wouldn't do much better.] I wonder if Melian could reach it.

... Well, there's a lot to be said for age and experience... but some have had a little success so I was told. [How his elder self did it, would he like to know.] I don't think it's about the experience of the individual, more along the lines on if the castle is in the mood. Who is Melian?

[Right. He's not going to know even the big names of her world. It is strange, though, to have to explain who Melian, of all people, is.]

Melian is the queen of Doriath; she is wise, generous, and fair beyond measure. I am blessed to be her pupil.

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