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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.]

Comments

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

[She laughs] We have something in common, then.

[kungfuwitch.livejournal.com]

We do, yes. That's how I saw your world, through a shared vision.

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

Shared with whom? [Oh dear. Too many questions for her own good.]

[kungfuwitch.livejournal.com]

With Galadriel. [She has two nephews, one of whom is a toddler. Questions don't bother her]

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

Of course. [That woman is everywhere. :\]