No, this is not a joke.

[lorien_gal]

There may be a boat, on the lake, very early this morning.

On this boat, there may be a woman, beautiful, tall and proud, eyes clear as pond water, hair golden to match the Light of the Trees. She looks about, and her eyes fill with wonder and concern - this is not the Great River that leads to Osgiliath. This is not the way to Minas Tirith -

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[sisterofmekare]

*Maharet may know nothing about the magic of Galadriel's world, but she recognizes someone powerful when she sees them. With a small smile* Welcome.

[lorien_gal]

She looks for the source of the voice to the beautiful redhaired woman.

"My thanks, Lady," almost impassible, but not quite - she's a bit disturbed by her reunion with her brothers, who had been dead for several millenia.

T: This is positively perfect. XD

[sisterofmekare]

*still gently welcoming* Call me Maharet.

[lorien_gal]

"I am Galadriel." Stated with gentleness not unsimilar to Maharet's.

[sisterofmekare]

A pleasure to meet you, Galadriel. Is this your first arrival here?

[lorien_gal]

"Aye, it is," she murmurs, "and I know not where here is."

[sisterofmekare]

No one does, not entirely. Everyone here calls it 'the Mansion'.

[lorien_gal]

She nods. It's not impossible that by then, one of her brothers told her that.

"And so you live here ?"

[sisterofmekare]

*Maharet nods* Anyone is welcome to do so.

[lorien_gal]

A thoughtful pause. "Pray tell, what will you tell me of this place?"

[sisterofmekare]

There are many sorts of people who live here, most of them arriving as you seen to have done, purely by accident. Those people are taken from different times and, so it seems, different worlds.

[lorien_gal]

That's eyebrows. "A surprising theory. Where are you from, then?"

[sisterofmekare]

Egypt, originally. But that was a long time ago.

[lorien_gal]

"How long ago?" Asked gently and carefully.

Though Maharet is friendly and non-threatening, she feels the presence of Amel, thick in her blood, though she cannot pinpoint what it is. All that she feels is that there is something amiss, really, and that this woman, though mortal she may look, is much older than she appears.

[sisterofmekare]

*a half second of indecision, and Maharet decides to tell the truth* A few thousand years.

[lorien_gal]

That's not too weird, actually, except for the part where Maharet is not Elven.

"But you are a daughter of Men," she murmurs. "How can it be?"

By the way, Galadriel is 14000 years old, more or less. XD