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[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

[Galadriel (or Artanis, as she now thinks of herself) suddenly found herself in a room that was totally unfamiliar to her. What’s even stranger is that she had no memory of how she got there. She finds the journal fairly quickly and flips through it, but it does little to assuage her fears.

When she dictates, it’s not the calm, practiced dictation of Galadriel (although there are hints of it in there), but rather the voice of a frightened young girl, trying to sound far more intimidating than she is capable of being.]

I know not who brought me here, nor why, but know that my father and my brothers will not stand for this. I am Artanis, daughter of the High King Finarfin. If you release me immediately, they may be persuaded to show you mercy.

[With that she tucks the journal under her arm and sets out to explore, first the room she arrived in, and then the castle. Unlike on her initial exploration, however, her movements are slightly hesitant, timid, and more obviously marked by fear. ]

[ooc: She will be running into Rin in their shared room, I believe, but after that will be roaming the castle. Feel free to encounter the mini-elf or to answer her over the journal.]

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[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

I am, though I should prefer not to be. [Does the slightly haughty tone sound familiar? Of course, it's pretty much a cover for nervousness now.]

[wolfuncaged.livejournal.com]

[It is, give him a little time, and he might be able to place it]

Not many would. This is not a pleasant world to be trapped in.

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

[She bites her lip and stands a little straighter.] I will endure. I am the daughter of Finarfin, the sister of Finrod, and the blood of the High Kings flows through my veins.

[wolfuncaged.livejournal.com]

[...Oh]

Galadriel? Is that...you?

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

That name. [She holds out the journal she'd been carrying under her arm.] It is written in this tome I have found and upon the room in which I arrived, but it is not my own. I am called Artanis.

[wolfuncaged.livejournal.com]

[Oh man, this is complicated and awkward]

Perhaps you are related to her?

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head.] I do not know the name. Though, [She hesitates here] the items in the room- they reminded me of my mother.

May I ask your name, sir? You appear to be of the Eldar, but I do not know you either.

[It's not awkward for her, though. She actually seems a little more at ease talking to an Elven warrior. Fenris and Elrond are about the closest she's going to get to her father and brothers.]

[wolfuncaged.livejournal.com]

I can look for her, if you would like. I know the layout of the castle quite well.

[There's a pause] My name is Fenris, and though I am an elf, it is not from your world.

Let's go on a wild goose chase!

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

Well met, Master Fenris. [Have a little curtsy! Aw, isn't she sweet?] It is little wonder I do not know you, then. So many things here are strange to me; I do not find the idea of other worlds so impossible as I might have.

Do you believe she may have the answers I seek? It would be most kind of you.

Fun fun fun!

[wolfuncaged.livejournal.com]

[Master Fenris what is this? WHAT?] I am no master. As for other worlds, living here opens your eyes to such things.

She may do. She is certainly knowledgeable about your world. And I am happy to assist.

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head slightly. She thought "Master" was a safer bet than "Lord."] Is there another title you would prefer?

Shall I accompany you, then?

[wolfuncaged.livejournal.com]

I have no title, I am simply Fenris.

Please do. [Startin' off on a wander. Galadriel where you aaat?]

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

Very well. Fenris it shall be.

[And just walking, occasionally lookin' up at Fenris, like you do.]

[wolfuncaged.livejournal.com]

[He looks slightly uncomfortable at the staring, eventually stopping at Galadriel's door, pausing for a LONG TIME to read the damn thing, before giving it a knock]

Galadriel? Are you in?

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

[No answer, obviously. She shifts in place a little bit.]

Mayhaps she is elsewhere or indisposed. [Indisposed. She's totally indisposed.]

[wolfuncaged.livejournal.com]

Hmm. She may be in the library. [Heading that way now. He is the best at conversation]

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

[Clearly. You know who is good at conversation, though? Teenage girls.]

Have you been here long, Fenris?

[wolfuncaged.livejournal.com]

[Good thing too]

About six months or so.

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

Has it been difficult for you?

[wolfuncaged.livejournal.com]

I being in a prison easy for anyone?

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

[...point to the grumpy elf. Her expression becomes more somber and the curiosity evident in the next question lacks a little of that childish enthusiasm.]

What I mean to ask is if you have faced many dangers here.

[wolfuncaged.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs] A few, usually more often when the castle changes it's appearance.

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

Does this happen often? [How worried does she need to be?]

[wolfuncaged.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs] Every few months, I am told.

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

[This totally does not make her nervous. What are you talking about?]

I have been training in swordcraft and archery. I should hate to abandon my lessons. [You know. Just in case. And she doesn't have guards/her father/her brothers to defend her here.]