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[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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[Stare, that's what. She's far from cowardly, but it takes her a moment to gather up her courage to approach the strange creature and the strange girl (who is clearly not an elf!).

Eventually, though, she does approach, swiftly and with a practiced (and faked) confidence.]

Who are you, where have I found myself, and who is responsible for this?

[It's more of a demand than a question, but she certainly does give the impression of someone puffing herself up to appear bigger than she is.]

OwO

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[Rin looks up in surprise and stares at this newcomer. This small creature doesn't fit with her conception of the regal Galadriel, and she's quite surprised, so it doesn't come out as her most articulate moment:]

Huh?

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[There are hints of it- the poise, the manner of speech, the piercing gaze- but this is Galadriel in the making, so to speak, rather than Galadriel herself.]

I have only just found myself here and I am in need of answers. I am Artanis, daughter of Finarfin, and I would know who you are.

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[Blinks. Artanis? She looks very familiar - a relative to Galadriel, perhaps?

(fffffff)]

Uh... I'm Rin. I share a room with the lady who lives here.

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Well met, Rin.

[She moves a little closer, cautiously. She's not sensing anything alarming from Rin, but she's never seen a creature like Tad and she keeps casting curious glances in his direction.]

I have no desire to intrude; I found myself in this place without explanation or memory of how I came to be here.

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[Squints... she glances down at Tad and back up at Artanis. Hm.]

That's... how most people arrive, so that'd be normal - [And she gives Tad a pat on the shoulder.] This is Tad. He's friendly.

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[She looks directly at Tad and offers her hand for inspection.] Well met, Tad.

[And she looks back up at Rin. She's obviously fighting with herself. This is so rude, but her curiosity is just overwhelming.] Forgive me, I do not know how to ask this- what are you? You are not of the Valar, nor of the Maiar, but neither are of Elvenkind.

[She's...never seen a human before.]

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[Tad lifts to all fours to sniff at her hand politely. Her scent... he gives Rin a very significant look. That ain't a newcomer. Rin looks at Tad, and then to Artanis, blinking - Galadriel seemed to know quite well about humans...]

Ahh, I don't mind. I'm a human. I think... do you know somebody named Galadriel, by chance?

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[I'm sorry Rin, you just became the most fascinating thing in the world.]

A mortal? I have heard much of the prophecies of the coming of the Second Born. [Probably a rather rude amount of staring goes here. It's all she can do to refrain from poking at Rin's ears.

Oh, wait. She was asked a question. She shakes her head and holds out her journal]

I do not. Yet it is the name in this tome I have found.

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[Well. That more or less clinches it. Rin gets to her feet, dusting off long strands of orange and black hair, staring very curiously at this... very young Galadriel.]

You didn't see one with your name in it?

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I did not. Truth be told, much of what I saw seemed to belong to a great lady. I was reminded of my mother.

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[Rin stares at her, considering what to say... it's always hard to explain these kinds of things. And then she nods slowly.]

What questions do you have?

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[She suddenly turns more serious and her face falls into what is probably a very familiar thoughtful expression.]

Am I truly trapped here? How is this possible? If it is magic, it is of a kind unknown to me.

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[Rin comes a little closer, observing her. She certainly looks a lot like Galadriel, and she has Galadriel's journal, appearing in Galadriel's room...]

Magic, as far as we know. I'm afraid my world doesn't have much magic, and I haven't really been able to understand it here either... I think Paradisa tries to stay mysterious though.

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[Keenly aware of being observed, she stands a little straighter and holds her head high. She offers a slow nod.]

I sense some force here, but there is much of it I cannot see. It is...heavy.

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[So she's sensitive like that, hm.]

Does it feel bad?

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It does not hurt me, if that is what you ask, but there is darkness in it.

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[Rin nods, settling with herself internally. This is most likely Galadriel, or a relative of hers - even if she's not, that doesn't really matter. Rin will treat her respectfully and ask Galadriel questions later, when she changes back, or - reappears, if this younger girl isn't Galadriel. So. No problem.]

Yes. I had a friend a good while ago who told me this was a place of darkness. [A serious glance at Galadriel... Artanis.] This place can be dangerous, but a lot of what it does is messing about - mostly with us, the people who live here.

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[She tilts her head slightly] "Messing about?"

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What people call "losses," though just as often they're more like "gains." Or just "changes." Any number of things can happen. I grew cat ears and a tail once and had to meow. People's ages can change, or they can swap bodies, or... anything you can imagine. From horrible to silly.

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Such power... [She bites her lip in thought. This is really beyond her, right now, at least.]

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Sometimes, people get younger too. [Just putting that out there.]

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[Say what you want about Artanis, but she is perceptive- frighteningly so, at times. That statement earns Rin a long examining look as she ponders the circumstances of her arrival.]

Do you mean to imply that I am on such a loss? [And she keeps her eyes on Rin's face, watching her reaction carefully.]

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[Rin cocks her head.]

Usually residents show up in their own rooms when they arrive. And they have their own journals, with their names already on them.

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[It is logical... But it's just so hard to wrap her head around. To see the future in her mind is one thing, to realize that she may be in it is another. There's a long pause where she's thinking until she breaks the silence with:]

Mother was right. I will grow tall.

[The more serious implications are a bit harder for her to voice.]