Characters: Elrond, Galadriel When: Just after the event starts Where: Near Elrond's arrival point, might move elsewhere Rating: PG Summary: Galadriel goes to find her good friend and help him out. ( Like times gone by... )
Elrond studied the debris as he passed through it, wondering what attacks the city must have dealt with to be in such a state of decay. Or perhaps it was just time; he'd seen a few cities fall into ruin during his millennia of existence. He kept a wary eye out as he traveled, it would't do to run into one of the creatures he had been warned about. Turning a corner, he saw the person he was looking for, his mother-in-law and trusted ally.
"Lady Galadriel," he said with a small bow. "It is good to meet you here. Or," and his eyes twinkled, "anywhere, in truth."
She answered his bow with one of her own, giving him a soft smile. "Lord Elrond. It is indeed reassuring to see a familiar and friendly face in this world," she said. "I have long been without one."
His smile was very warm, though he did not smile quite as broadly as Gandalf liked to. It became a bit curious. "You did not tell me quite how long you have been here. I am given to understand that different people were drawn from different times in their world, though I must say the concept of how that works escapes me."
"I have been here for about a year, that I have observed," Galadriel said. "But, it seems that time has very little meaning where timelines cross from various worlds. You are correct. People come from different points in time, or the same points in time, arrive at a different times..." She shook her head slightly. "I've seen those who come from their companions' futures and pasts."
"A year. At what..." What was the term to use? It was an unfamiliar situation, after all. "Point, at what point were you taken from? While we did not live in the same city, I do not recall hearing of your absence for an entire year. I believe that would have been made known."
He gave her a slightly concerned look. "If points in time were to merge, if Sauruman was to arrive here and speak with someone of our time... that could be disastrous. Is there a way to limit the movement of such an individual?"
"The last I remember of our own world was going to sleep on our ship during our journey west," Galadriel told him. "However, that does not mean you would have noticed. There have been others here who have not known their companions to have been missing, either."
"And you are correct... if Sauruman were to find out things in his future, it would be terrible indeed," she agreed. "I know not of a way to limit anyone's return to their own worlds, or their knowledge of others who may be here." She frowned. "There have been some who have gone and come back, with no memories of this place... yet others who have done the same and remembered it all."
Elrond nodded. "I too was on the ship, so it is possible we both left at similar times. Though my departure from there was during the evening. I was watching the stars begin to shine through the darkening sky." And wondering what seeing his father and mother again would be like. It had been such a long time since he'd seen them.
"Should something be put into place?" They had just dealt with such a horrific war. He did not want to imagine what changes would happen if Sauron garnered even an ounce more information. "Do you know of any sort of pattern to who remembered and who did not?"
"That sounds a bit earlier in the day than for myself." She nodded in thought, as his next question, in her mind, was much more important.
"So far, I think only a few have actually remembered this place," she said. "It's a rare occurance for them to do so. But, if he were to arrive and remember upon returning home, I'm not so sure that anything could be done to prevent such an event from happening. Without understanding how it is people even come and go, there is no way for us to influence how it happens, to whom it happens, and its side effects."
The concern was pressing. Elrond templed his fingers. "Are there common denominators among the ones who remember, or among those who do not?" He shook his head. If there was no way to know who would remember, and no way to prevent something from leaving, there was no way to protect the timeline.
"So much was lost to preserve Middle-earth. To think that it could be rendered futile..." He pursed his lips. If there was nothing that could be done about it, though, he had no choice what to accept the situation as it was.
"So far, none that I have noticed. There have been very few," Galadriel said. In fact, she was fairly sure she only noticed one of the returnees actually remembering anything. If anything, the odds were in their favor. "I honestly do wish there could be more done to prevent timeline corruption as well, but it's something we'll have to deal with if and when the time comes."
Elrond nodded. She had a point. If there was nothing that could be done in a preventative manner, then they would simply have to address later if it the issue did arise. "Very well. What you have said makes sense."
He looked around the city as they walked. "On to a more lighter topic, I hope. What occurred that the entire city is so torn apart? Is it attached to us being brought here, by chance? And is there music?"
"I think the state of affairs reflects how people were brought in," Galadriel told him. "This world is a mixture of others, pushed together. For every person here, there seems to be a portion of their own world brought in as well. However, like with differences within a single world, those things sometimes don't mesh and cause things to fall apart. Places get merged together, buildings crumble from changes in the environment. This area is the most stable, though not all the time. Outside the border of what has been termed the 'Safe Zone' you will find nothing but shifting landscapes and dangerous creatures."
"Lady Galadriel," he said with a small bow. "It is good to meet you here. Or," and his eyes twinkled, "anywhere, in truth."
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He gave her a slightly concerned look. "If points in time were to merge, if Sauruman was to arrive here and speak with someone of our time... that could be disastrous. Is there a way to limit the movement of such an individual?"
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"And you are correct... if Sauruman were to find out things in his future, it would be terrible indeed," she agreed. "I know not of a way to limit anyone's return to their own worlds, or their knowledge of others who may be here." She frowned. "There have been some who have gone and come back, with no memories of this place... yet others who have done the same and remembered it all."
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"Should something be put into place?" They had just dealt with such a horrific war. He did not want to imagine what changes would happen if Sauron garnered even an ounce more information. "Do you know of any sort of pattern to who remembered and who did not?"
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"So far, I think only a few have actually remembered this place," she said. "It's a rare occurance for them to do so. But, if he were to arrive and remember upon returning home, I'm not so sure that anything could be done to prevent such an event from happening. Without understanding how it is people even come and go, there is no way for us to influence how it happens, to whom it happens, and its side effects."
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"So much was lost to preserve Middle-earth. To think that it could be rendered futile..." He pursed his lips. If there was nothing that could be done about it, though, he had no choice what to accept the situation as it was.
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He looked around the city as they walked. "On to a more lighter topic, I hope. What occurred that the entire city is so torn apart? Is it attached to us being brought here, by chance? And is there music?"
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