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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

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

You have my thanks. And what of your home?

[walkinthruwalls]

It’s pretty boring compared to yours. There are places to visit but not really anywhere that’s not already been explored.

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

Oh, the lands to the East have been explored, but by the Sindar and the Noldor have had little contact with them since the Sundering. [...Her future husband is Sindarin, FYI.]

[walkinthruwalls]

At least you can re-explore it. Ours is all written down and it doesn't leave much new. [ Sure you can see things yourself but it's not really exploring ]

[inafadingcrown.livejournal.com]

How very strange.

[walkinthruwalls]

Yup. At least I could still sort of explore? I don't exactly know the world's entire geography.