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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.]

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[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

[Another nod and she looks at him again, this time more seriously.]

May I ask, then, how you know of my kinsmen? You are of the Eldar and yet I have not seen you in Valinor, as I surely would have with a lord such as you. [Too smart for her own good?]

[heraldofnoldor.livejournal.com]

[Oh yup too smart for her own good indeed. So he just gives her a slight look.]

You may ask as I said you could. And you are correct, you have not, for you have presumed I am a lord which I am not. [Yup he's lying to her, this can only end well yes? But dressed plainly for himself he could hopefully pass it off.]

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

[It isn't so much his clothes that are the issue, but rather his bearing. The expression on her face is quite skeptical and she turns that high powered gaze on him. But he was preparing for it, wasn't he? He knows her well enough that he should expect it.]

Forgive my presumption. You act most lordly.

[heraldofnoldor.livejournal.com]

[Yes he was preparing for it really, there are some advantages to knowing her as well as he did after all. So he smooths his clothes, not even noticing how he holds himself. Really it's just habit.]

It is a very understandable one and I thank you for thinking I am a lord. [Because he is, he's just hiding it for the moment.] Is there, anything I can aide you with presently?

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

Not at the moment, thank you, L- Master Elrond. [She'll play along, even if she is giving you the side-eye forever.]

[heraldofnoldor.livejournal.com]

[She can give him the side-eye forever, won't change his mind.] You need only ask then, if a situation arises that you have questions of.