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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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[Frightened she may be, but she's making a rather great effort not to show it. She's trying very hard to pull off that regal air that Galadriel normally exudes with ease, but it just isn't quite working.]

In a manner of speaking. I have only just arrived and I feel I should know more of this place.

[He recognises that regal bearing somewhat, and he is more than familiar enough with this place to know what is happening.]

Perhaps you are destined to come here one day, hm? Maybe you saw it in a dream.

Do you think it likely? [Talking of destiny and travel is one way to catch her interest. She so wants to see more of the world and to do great things.] I do not recall such a vision, but sometimes they move so swiftly.

I think it most likely, I definitely remember seeing your face in the future, my dear.

[A smile. Maybe it's the angel vibes or maybe it's just that Aziraphale is the least threatening-looking person ever, but she's becoming slightly more at ease.] Then you must have a name to accompany it. I am called Artanis.

Artanis, what a lovely name and very suitable.

[He gently grasps her hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss, still crouched next to her.]

I am Aziraphale.

[And this is actually a very familiar and comforting action for her.]

You are very kind, Master Aziraphale. Tell me: have you been here long?

One year and five months, quite a while, I'm afraid.

[Her brow furrows] Is that usual?

No, most people stay here much shorter periods of time, although there are some who have been here longer.

[She nods] I am sure I will not be here long. [And she means it- that optimism hasn't been yet been killed by time and sorrow.]

However long you are here, Miss Artanis, you have a friend.

Something for which I am most grateful, Master Aziraphale.

May I escort you somewhere? A young lady should not wander the corridors alone.

Should I not? Are there many dangers here?

It was my intention to explore the castle. I did not have a destination in mind.

There are some dangers here, but I shall keep you safe.

[He finally straightens back up, offering his hand to her.]

[She looks at his hand and hesitates.]

I am perfectly capable of protecting myself. [But that little protestation out of the way, she does put her hand in his, holding it not as a small child would, but rather as a young lady being escorted.]

I do not doubt it for a moment, my dear.

[A little grin.] Good. I would not have it otherwise.

[And off they go exploring!]

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