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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

[reset-week.livejournal.com]

I am, yes. I only came here awhile ago. It's my second time.

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

You must know much of this place, then.

[reset-week.livejournal.com]

I can't remember it. Apparently you lose your memories when you leave.

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

How dreadful for this place to have such power over our minds.

[reset-week.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Though at least it stops when you go home.

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

Are most here for long? [A little hint of nervousness coming through.]

[reset-week.livejournal.com]

I don't know. Sorry.

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

It is fine. You have already been most gracious.

[reset-week.livejournal.com]

Alright then. Is there anything else you need Artanis?

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

I...I fear there is much I do not know, but I know not what to ask. Is there aught here of which I should be cautious?

[reset-week.livejournal.com]

Aside from the castle itself, there isn't much aside from people who could be considered "bad" that it draws here. [like himself, depending on how you look at being the Overlord.] I think there's a kitchen somewhere here.

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

Are there many here who would do harm to others? [And it's not so much fear in her voice now as concern for others. Even at this young and relatively vulnerable age, she has a strong sense of duty.]

[reset-week.livejournal.com]

Maybe, but I'm not sure. So far everyone seems nice here so I wouldn't worry too much.

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

I see. Thank you for your aid, Master Tsukanda, and if I may someday repay the favor, you need but ask. [It's a very gracious reply, but somewhat rehearsed sounding. She does mean it, though.]

[reset-week.livejournal.com]

You don't have to worry about it. If you need anything, just ask me.

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

I will. Until then. [And Galadriel will be rather tickled to explain this, when she comes back to herself.]