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[Kaito]
It has been long since last we spoke. How have you fared?

[Felix]
You need not answer me if it will be difficult for you. However, it would put my heart at ease to hear how you have fared since last we met.

[Deathwing]
[There is a small bouquet of roses outside your door, delivered via castle ghost-no note or anything. Do with them as you will; she has made her point. And yes, she's perfectly aware that your room was invaded recently; it's why she figures you'll be keeping an eye on it.]

[One of the few benefits of this place was the borrowed time with her granddaughter. So, it should be no surprise that Galadriel once again finds herself wandering up to Arwen's room. When she gets there, however, she is met by a blank name plate.

She just stares for a moment, waves of emotion washing over her- sorrow, relief, anxiety about what Arwen will face in their own world. Eventually, she opens the journal and dictates in a voice devoid of sentiment; whatever she's feeling, she's not about to broadcast it to the entire castle.]

The Lady Arwen Undómiel has been returned to her home. [There's a long pause] It is for the best. I would like to personally extend my gratitude to all who showed her hospitality and kindness while she was here. I cannot thank you enough for making her stay a little less trying.

[And now you can find her under Alexstrasza's tree, ~~brooding~~ thinking. Bother her if you want, but she's feeling a little melancholy.]

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[ she shrugs ]

I just thought he meant like... really important elves or something. Leader elves, or whatever.

I've only talked to him a couple of times. What's he like?

[She shakes her head]

In my world, High Elves are those who dwelt in the Undying Lands and saw the light of the Two Trees ere they were destroyed. Thus, I am counted among them while my husband is not, though we are of equal status.

I am sure you have already discovered that he has an air of mystery about him. He is wise and powerful, I may tell you that much.

[ she processes that. most of it goes over her head ]

What are the Undying Lands?

Yeah... that's true. Mysterious, wise, powerful... that sounds about right. [ she shrugs again, still looking a bit frowny ] I guess I'll talk to him some more, at some point.

[She rather expected that. It's pretty particular to her world.]

Across the seas from Middle-Earth lie the ancient home of my people and the dwellings of the Valar, those whom men call gods. The land there is unfading and timeless.

I also find him pleasant company, but the very old oft hold more interest for each other than the young.

Sooo... [ she tries to understand ] It's really old... it always stays the same, and gods and stuff live there? [ pause ] So it's like heaven?

[ giggle ] I guess so! Is he thousands of years old too?

[Yes. Yes it is. It's metaphorical elf heaven/Eden. But heaven is a new concept for her, so you'll have to forgive her.]

From what I understand of the concept, there are certainly similarities. However, those who dwell there need not have passed on.

[She chuckles] I have not asked, though I would not be surprised.

[ :O she looks impressed ]

Wow... so you can go to heaven... or a heavenish place... without being dead? Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me. Do only elves and those Valor people live there?

I can ask him, if you want! It's rude to ask a lady her age, but you can do it to guys all you want. They don't mind. [ she winks and gives a thumbs up, lol. this child. ]

[It would be a lot more awesome if she weren't banished from there. But it's okay, she'll be allowed back; she just doesn't know it yet.]

It is a most astounding place. There are also the Maiar- beings of the same nature as the Valar, but lesser in might and majesty.

[It's all she can do to keep from cracking up.] I do not believe that will be necessary.

[ baw, galadriel. ♥ she just laughs at the last part. she'll probably end up asking him anyway, in some awfully tactless way ]

It all sounds so cool... [ she smiles, brushing some leftover crumbs from her pants, making this face ] It's so weird. A few weeks ago I was hanging out in my house, doing [ relatively ] normal stuff, and now I'm sitting here chatting with a High Elf. If anyone had told me any of the stuff you did back home... I'd have thought they were from the nut-house for sure! But here... I guess nothing's really so hard to believe.

[She kind of figures that. :|]

What is normal for one is extraordinary to another. I could say much the same; there are things here beyond even my imaginings.

[Electricity is amazing, Nudge. Did you know that?]

[ eheheheh ¬__¬ ]

Really? Like what? Maybe I can explain some stuff to you. I was surprised, actually. The castle is really old-fashionedy, and the city doesn't even have cars, but the inside of the castle is super modern.

[ it is. it certainly is. ]

I imagine that it is exactly what you refer to as "modern" that seems most strange to me. I have since become familiar with it, but the concept of electricity was a great wonder upon my arrival.

[ a grin ] I guess it would have been, huh? I can't imagine not having all that stuff. [ well, she can. but, you know ] They make life so much easier!

Have you seen a blow dryer yet?

They certainly do. It is astonishing to see what the minds of Men may produce.

I assume not, since I do not know the term. [Yes, she has been dealing with waist-length hair without the use of a blow dryer. She's used to it.]

[ a wry little smile goes here... as wry as a 12-year-old spaz can get, anyway ] Yeah... humans can be preeeeeetty smart when they put their heads to it, and come up with some wacky stuff. So, there are regular people in your world too?

It's a thingy you use to dry your hair! [ makes hand movements to demonstrate ] I would recommend it for you, but... hmm. I dunno. The heat might damage all your pretty hair. [ *A* ]

[And now it's her turn to give a wry smile] I would hardly call them any more "regular" than elves; there is extraordinary strength in the race of men. But yes, there are.

Oh, I see. [She laughs a little.] I have managed well enough thus far without it; I do not imagine it will prove to be a problem. [Everyone loves her hair; it's so canon.]

Hmm... I suppose that's true! Are there other types of people in your world? Like... fairies or trolls or dragons?

[ and everyone should. gosh, galadriel ] Yeah, it's not totally necessary. I only used it once, when I went to a fancy hairdresser in new York -- that's a really big city in my world. I wish I could have my own personal hairdresser, and then I'd never have to comb my hair again!

[ she throws her hands into the air. so dramatic ]

Trolls there are, unfortunately, and dragons there once were, but all have been slain. More pleasant to speak of are dwarves and halflings-[She corrects herself with a smile.] -"hobbits" is the term they prefer, I believe.

[Your drama goes unremarked upon in favor of something she finds more interesting.] I have heard of that city from another here.

[ she was halfway kidding about the dragons, so she's surprised to hear that they existed, and died out. she's not sure what to say about that, since some dragons are obviously evil, but some might be nice! so she'll just skip over that ]

Dwarves, I know about, from stories and fairy tales that people tell. But I've never heard of a hobbit before. [ ~~/treebeard~~ ] Halfings... are they really short or something?

[ nodnod ] I'm not surprised that there are people who come from there. It's really big, and almost everyone wants to go there anyway. New York is great.

[Nice dragons are something she's only experienced since coming here. It was rather a shock. She still has a lurch in her stomach whenever she sees a dragon in its true form.]

They are not much taller than you and, indeed, they are oft mistaken for children of men. You may yet meet one; Peregrin Took, an ally of mine, is here also.

You must miss it very much.

[ her, too. mostly because of stereotypes in fiction, but also because they are huge and scary lksdjflkjds ]

[ she's pretty tall for her age, but she gets the idea ] Aww. Cute. And I think I'd like that a lot! Peregrin Took is such a cool, funny name.

Oh, I'm not from there. I just visited for a while. But I do miss home, and my family... [ she trails off, and shrugs, not wanting to seem too much like a baby ] But I guess everyone does.

[You seem like a baby no matter what. You're talking to someone 8,000+ years old.]

That is true enough. Yet the young may feel the separation more keenly, for you are not yet accustomed to such partings. [She went from brooding herself to offering comfort in the span of a conversation. This is just how she rolls.]

[ lol, true ]

Hmm... I guess you're right. This is the first time I've ever been this far away, and for this long. Although, three weeks isn't that long, but it's long to me. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye...

How long have you been here, Galadriel?

[That just gets a very sympathetic look. This place is so cruel to inflict such things on children.]

It has been nigh two months now.

[ ): yeah. but she does her best to be brave ]

Not as long as some other -- I think there are some people who've been here for years! -- but still pretty long. Have any of your friends come?

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