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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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[Another low, creepy noise as she mulls this over.] Those who are enemies to my kind are dealt with swiftly. It is not life I preserve, as we do not live, but any who wish to exterminate us will be shown no mercy.

[This is ... maybe not something she should be telling a child, but. What are you gonna do! Undead ladies, man. Not a lot of common sense.]

[Luckily, this...is not exactly a normal child. Seeing into the future/people's minds have made her a bit more used to this sort of information than you would expect.]

Exterminate? Who would seek to do such a thing? [Okay, creepy you may be, but genocide is still wrong.]

[Well, that's certainly ... a plus!

Alleria scoffs, the noise tapering off into a low growl.]

Those who think our continued existence is unnatural. We did not ask to be raised, but we only wish to secure our lands until our time is truly done.

[She has to think about this because "unnatural" is definitely a word she would use to describe what she's sensing...but really, this woman doesn't seem that different from other people she knows.]

Surely you have that right, unnatural or no. You say you do not live, but you have something akin to life and that must be respected, I think.

[As an adult, she would be a little less free with her opinions and wait until she had more information to make a judgement, but the ideals and motivations are the same.]

[Something like a smile flickers across her face, a slight curving of her mouth before it's gone again.]

It's good to hear you think that way. There are many who would argue with you on that point.

Let them. I have four elder brothers; I am skilled in arguing.

[The words sting, if only a little. Brothers ... something she had not thought about in a lifetime.]

Then you ought to be grateful for their lessons.

Oh, I am, as I hope they are grateful for mine. [And it's said with a cheeky little grin; this one gives as good as she gets.]

[She does not return the grin, only nods with some restrained curtness.]

I am sure they are. There is much we learn from our siblings, after all.

[She sobers a bit at that, suddenly feeling rather like she was caught doing something childish at an important event.]

I will miss them while I am here. [Straightens again] But I will endure.

[The undead tend to have that effect on people ............]

As we all must. [And then, suddenly, Alleria receives a distinct sense of deja vu. Hadn't she just had this conversation with Galadriel? Enduring in the face of being separated from loved ones?

But why would she have such a conversation? Though she respected the other elf, it wasn't as though she often spoke longingly about Azeroth, or those from her past.

It takes a moment, but Alleria shakes herself a little, brow furrowed in mild confusion before her expression settles back to its regular cool indifference.]

Yes ... endurance. Something the Forsaken know well.

I wish you luck in your stay here, Artanis.

You have my thanks. And, if I may, I wish you the same.

I do what I must to endure.

Until we meet again.

[There's a sort of stiff bow, and she continues on her way.]

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