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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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[longaevus]

[ Helen understands ] I've been here for almost three months. I can explain and tell you only of what I have heard or seen myself. I've spent much of my time here finding out what has occurred previously.

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And have you seen much in that time? [She's channeling her parents here, affecting the lordliest tone she can, though it does lose some of its effect coming from her much smaller voice.]

[longaevus]

Sadly so. There is as much troublesome here as what can seem wondrous. [ She's not going to lie to her ]

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[She appreciates that. Even at this age, she's hard to lie to and she hates being treated like some fragile little flower.]

Is there aught I should know of for my own safety? [Are the speech patterns ringing any bells yet?]

[longaevus]

[ A little, but she's not bringing it up - she's more subtle (or wiser, if Galadriel were telling her that?) ] There are many individuals here, not all with pleasant motives.

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That I may handle. Few are able to hide their intentions from my sight; I am not easily deceived. [And that confidence should definitely sound familiar.]

[longaevus]

And if it were not only their intentions that you had to challenge? [ Oh yes ]

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I have my own means of protection. [Some hesitation] And I have also some training in swordcraft and archery.

[longaevus]

Then I have little doubt that you will do well until you can be returned home. [ Particularly if others also recognise whom she is ]

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[That makes her feel a little better.]

You have my thanks, Helen. We have hardly spoken and already I am in your debt.

[longaevus]

I have done little, there is no need to thank me, but if there is anything that you do need or that I can do please let me know. [ She's the one in your debt, you just don't know it ]

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I would know more of the layout of this place. If you would be so kind as to guide me...? [Will you give her a tour, Helen?]

[longaevus]

It would be my pleasure. Where is it that you are and I will meet you there?

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At the moment, I am in an entrance hall. [AKA the lobby.] I shall await you.

[At about a foot shorter, Artanis is a lot easier to miss than Galadriel. But that bright golden hair may still give her away. She's examining a light fixture right now, just a little bit in awe.]

[longaevus]

Then I will see you shortly.

[ And it is exactly that - residing on the second floor helps in that. It's also not only her hair that gives her away but her examination of the light ] Lady Artanis? [ There's a woman dressed in this approaching you, with a small smile directed to you ]

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[She pulls her hand down quickly, a little embarrassed to be caught in such delight at such a simple thing. She ducks into a little curtsy and smiles.]

Mistress Helen. [If you are going to use a title, so is she. It's only polite.]

[longaevus]

[ But she has no such title to use. She loves your politeness though, even in such youth. And curtsy's? Oh that reminds her of her youth ] It's called a light, artificially made.

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[She looks back at the light for a second.] It is truly wondrous. Like a candle with no flame.

[longaevus]

One which lasts far longer, also. Was there anything in particular in which you wished to see on the tour?

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Any places of importance. [Look, she doesn't know what is here.] And mayhaps where I might find food or drink.

[longaevus]

Then there will be many places for us to visit, starting first with the kitchen. [ She'll take her later to town if she still holds the girl's interest ] Shall we? [ She indicates back down one of the corridors leading out from the lobby ]

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Of course. [And she will follow Helen through the corridor.]

[longaevus]

[ She gave her a smile, leading her on a slow walk from the lobby to the kitchen ] Is there anything that I can tell you of whilst we walk?

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Mayhaps yourself? [A glance at Helen's strange clothing.] You will forgive me if I say that you seem quite unlike any I have known.

[longaevus]

There are those whom would say the same of you. Simply being we are of different times, and of different places. [ Do you have odd castles? ] But I can answer your query, if provided with somewhere to begin?