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[consecrat]

[ Have the daughter of Elrond sit regally at the lobby, writing. She has wandered out of her room and walked through the hallways until she finally found herself here. She writes now on the journal that she has occupied herself with for the past few hours. ]One loose thread can unravel even the mightiest of tapestries

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[inafadingcrown]

[That is a rather surprising sight indeed, even for one who is quickly become accustomed to surprising sights. Galadriel will approach quietly and greet her softly and in Sindarian.]

It has been too long, though I had hoped our next meeting might bring more cause for joy.

[Happy to see her? Yes. Happy to see her here? No.]

[consecrat]

[ Arwen knows that voice anywhere, even above the clanging of swords or battle cries, Galadriel's voice brings a hush to all other sounds. She looks up, her face lighting up with joy. ]

Grandmother.

[ She makes to stand up and close the gap between them, bowing slightly to kiss her hand. ]

Your presence brings me comfort.

[inafadingcrown]

[The gesture completed, Galadriel will clasp Arwen's hand between her own, offering a warm smile.]

I am glad, for you must be in much need of it. Allow me also to aid you where I may. I have not been here long myself, but what few answers I have are yours as well.

[consecrat]

[ And she returns the smile, remembering the many years they spent together, before the Shadow began to threaten and caused her father to call her home to Rivendell. ]

Whoever brought us here have provided for my needs, though I prefer answers to food and robes.

[ Arwen returns to her feet, still clasping her hands, and looks toward the distance. ]

Where are we?

[consecrat]

[ Arwen is absorbed by her journal, flipping through the pages to read the previous entries, so much so that it took her a few moments to notice him. She finally turns when she does and gives him the ghost of a smile. ]

Do pardon me. I hope you have not stood there for long.

[consecrat]

[ She is more or less used to the fumbling and thinks little of it as she closes her journal and sets it beside her. She answers him gravely, the smile quickly falling away. ]

I fear it is so.

[onlyanapple]

Yeah and that tongue is called 'I'm screwed'.

[consecrat]

I scarce can understand your expression better than the language itself.

[onlyanapple]

How about 'doomed'? Do you understand 'doomed?'

[consecrat]

I do. Though I wonder how you deciphered it.

[thelifemeddler]

[A cloaked creeper figure has also taken to the lobby. He wanders from corner to corner with a gloved hand before him, trying to decipher the flow of magic. His busywork brings him within reasonable distance of the elven woman, and after a moment of hesitation, his hand lowers to his side. If she studies him at all, she won't see much more than a nose and a handsome mouth from beneath the cowl-but something very, very ancient and magical can be sensed from what is otherwise a very pale, near-elven countenance.]

... Good day to you, though few things in this place are pleasing. [A typical Elven voice, light and neutral, well-spoken and little accent.]

[consecrat]

[ Absorbed by her journal, Arwen did not notice the figure approaching until he comes closer. She looks up slowly, masking her surprise, her eyes searching his features to find something familiar, because he feels familiar. ]

Good day. Kind companions are pleasing enough.

[thelifemeddler]

[Does he? Galadriel seemed intrigued, at least, though at this point he doesn't know that they're even from the same world. His lips curve into a small smile.]

I doubt I qualify as such, but you may yet find someone you know.

[consecrat]

[ Arwen is unsure. He feels so, but is he? She still tries to study him to find clues in the way he moves, the way those lips curl into a smile. ]

We have yet to see. Until then, you are a most welcome companion.

I am Arwen, daughter of Elrond.

[too_fairytale]

[Amy's coming through, having spent a few hours in town at the church where Jilly holds her art classes, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail and a streak of blue paint on one cheek. When she sees Arwen, she slows down]

Sorry, I couldn't help overhearing, but--you're new here?

[consecrat]

[ Arwen looks up from her journal and manages a brief, polite smile at the girl. ]

Yes. I have only just arrived this morning--if it was truly morning that I saw.

[ She doesn't know anymore here. ]

how bout them DDOS attacks

[too_fairytale]

[Amy frowns and tilts her head a little]

What else would it be?

[consecrat]

[ Arwen shakes her head slowly. ]

I would not know. It has been a strange day.