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[lightbranded]

 Goodness!  How very strange.

[The boy's mild exclamation is muffled by the large case he was kneeling to inspect and the tumble of the journal falling out of his backpack.  Will always made a point of checking out the new deliveries each week after school let out.   This shop always had the most fascinating pieces of metalwork.  

He's always found something comfortingly familiar in the look and feel of this craft.]

Was this done by engraving, do you think?  The pattern is so very odd,

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[inafadingcrown]

[She knows that voice; she could not forget it in a thousand years, so strong was the impression he had made upon her. But she had not thought to hear it again.]

Will?

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[lightbranded]

[His response is distantly polite as he answers without recognition.]

That is my name. I am sorry, but have we met before?

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[inafadingcrown]

[Her initial thought is that he's simply returned to the castle without his memories.]

We have, though I am not surprised it has escaped your memory. You have just arrived, I assume?

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[lightbranded]

No, I have always lived here.

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[wizard_redfive]

[Huh. That voice seems strangely familiar, but Dairine cannot place it. An old acquaintance perhaps?]

Dunno. What is it?

[inafadingcrown]

[There's a pause. This is...new. Amnesia, she's seen before. She's seen believing you are native to a place before too. But only with world changes.]

Mayhaps...I have mistaken you for another. [It's always a difficult decision for her; when and how to tell people the truth. She'll feel things out for now.]

[lightbranded]

Just an odd pattern in this buckle.

[He responds absently to the question, still mostly intent on the item in front of him.]

[lightbranded]

That is possible. [His answer is mildly spoken.] I have often been told that I have a rather unremarkable appearance that is easily mistaken for others.

[inafadingcrown]

A rather unkind thing to tell a child.

[lightbranded]

It doesn't bother me.

[wizard_redfive]

Can you describe it?

[inafadingcrown]

Then you are more patient than I. Forgive me, I should state my name. I am called Galadriel. Does that mean aught to you? [She can hope it will trigger something. Doesn't seem likely, but she can hope.]

[lightbranded]

It looks like some sort of knot pattern.

[wizard_redfive]

Hmm...

A Celtic knot, perhaps?

[lightbranded]

It seems familiar to me, but I cannot remember ever meeting anyone by that name. [His tone is troubled.]

[lightbranded]

What is that?

[inafadingcrown]

[A slight pause] Mayhaps if we were to meet?

[lightbranded]

I don't know you. Why would you want to meet?

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[silvertree]

[ If it hadn't been for the boy's excitement, Celeborn would've never been curious enough to speak. ]

What is it that you've found, young one?

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[lightbranded]

It's marvelous, isn't it? I am in the jewelry shop in town. I like looking at all the engraving. It's like an art, isn't it?

But today... today a new item came in. It is very strange, but something about the knotwork on this belt reminds me of something. [His tone softens with slight upset.] Although I could not say what it is.

[silvertree]

A laden memory is hardly a forgotten one. Give it time and you shall remember why such a work of art calls to you.

[ Sound advice from someone who's been experiencing the same feeling all week. ]

[lightbranded]

It must be so, I suppose. [Although something about this still bothered him. He couldn't remember forgetting anything. But how was one to know?]

[silvertree]

It is so. You shall remember all that has been lost, but only if freedom is granted.

[ If only they could escape from here...]

[lightbranded]

Freedom? What do you mean by that?

[ Will was puzzled.]

[silvertree]

[ Wondering if the child was another alleged "resident" of this realm or another captive, Celeborn decides to tread carefully here. ]

Tell me, do you hail from this village?

[lightbranded]

I cannot remember living anywhere else.

[silvertree]

Is that so? Yet you confess to the feeling as if you have forgotten something...important.

[lightbranded]

I know. And I cannot explain that feeling. It is strange, isn't it? It is like something half remembered and half-forgotten, with strange familiarities that peek out sometimes. Like you will sometimes catch a glimpse of something familiar out of the corner of your eye. And yet when you turn to fully see it it is gone.

[silvertree]

You are correct since our memories are often the price we pay for our unwilling admittance here.

[lightbranded]

Sorry, I am not sure I understand.

[silvertree]

[ A dejected sigh could be heard. ] In all due truth you're supposed to, at least not yet.

[lightbranded]

Then I suppose I shall have to wait until the right time. [The boy's response is absolutely calm and matter of fact, with not a single hint of any impatience or frustration.]

[silvertree]

[Odd. Unlike most who seem to hold an impatient or a rather arrogant flair to them, this child seems almost indifferent. ]

Until then all will remain a mystery to you, but only if you refuse to seek the truth.

[lightbranded]

When the time is right, I will know. [Will was certain of this, although he did not know why.]

[wizard_redfive]

An interwoven design traditionally used in Celtic art. Here... [She draws a rough quaternary Celtic knot onto the journal's page.]

This is one type of knot. There are more complex patterns, depending on how intricate the artist wants it to be, but they usually have the same elements.

No worries!

[lightbranded]

It is very much like that, yes.

Welp. Didn't mean to delete that.

[wizard_redfive]

Must be Celtic-made then... unless it's some touristy knock-off product. You see those a lot nowadays.

[lightbranded]

Oh, I suppose so. Not many tourists around here, but it does seem likely.