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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[morgansorceress]

*Morgan is vividly reminded of Nimue.* A bit showy, isn't it?

[lorien_gal]

Galadriel is so not Nimue. XD

She turns around slowly. "I beg your pardon?"

[morgansorceress]

*But Morgan doesn't know that. Gesturing at the water* Having the waves carry you and all that. Not that I'm against showy magic, or making a mildly dramatic entrance, but I thought someone ought to point it out.

[lorien_gal]

"Then it has been done," she murmurs. There is somewhat intrinsically wrong with this woman, and Galadriel is not at ease. She also has some pride left from the First Age, for this occasion.

[morgansorceress]

I'm Morgan, by the way. *she leaves off the 'le Fay' until she thinks she'll need it.*

[lorien_gal]

"I am Galadriel." Warily. She has not used her Quenya name in centuries now, though when Angrod calls her Artanis, she will respond automatically.

[morgansorceress]

So, Galadriel, which universe do you happen to be from?

[lorien_gal]

"I am the Lady of Lorien," she replies. "And you?"

She's getting a bit annoyed.

[morgansorceress]

*Morgan tends to do that* Britain, early Middle Ages, Camelot and all that. Probably you haven't heard of it - I haven't heard of Lorien either.

[lorien_gal]

She nods, but makes a mental note to ask her kin about this.

Her eyes settle on Morgan, filled with age. If you felt Merlin looked old, Galadriel's might make him look like a babe in his cot.

"I'm afraid I have not witnessed the rise of Man as of yet, Morgan."

[morgansorceress]

*raised eyerow* I see.

[lorien_gal]

"Do you?"

[morgansorceress]

Enough. *pause* What are you, then, exactly? Fey?

[lorien_gal]

Here we go again.

"I am of the First Born, the Children of Illuvatar," she says, not without pride.

[morgansorceress]

*The fey folk, in Morgan's experience, sometimes refer to themselves as firstborn. So she draws that conclusion* I see. Well, what brings you here?

[lorien_gal]

"The water's push." She whispers a soft prayer in Quenya, to give her thanks. "Why do you ask?"

She does not trust Morgan - Galadriel sees in the hearts of men, elves and dwarves alike, and what she glimpsed did not soothe her.