(introduction) --- a mighty lammoth crushed against the rocks

[helcarsurvivor]

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--OOOOOOOOOOOOO--OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--"

Her cry of pain flew with the wind and crashed against the rocks, falling in a thousand pieces over the earth, over the heads of the fleeing and the fallen. It rolled back and forth, telling her story of always being parted between duty and love, between family and memories, between so

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[rob_fellows]

Robin was just out for a run, actually - restlessness does have its disadvantages.

He pauses on his way, blinks. "Drama on the rise at 10 o'clock," he mutters to himself. And a deep breath later...

"--- Hey -- can I help you?"

He's trying to be reassuring, but the fact this is a youthful, handsome, well-dressed (by twentieth century standards) and very human-looking puck might help, perhaps?

(Just so happens I was logged into his account, so have a Robin. Besides, it's time he met some elves. XD)

I'll be slow, but assume Robin will have helped her find a place to stay, fed her, given her Kleenexes, etc - because he's going to do that if it kills him.

My elves will be slow to come. Everyone is still in hunt-limbo.

[helcarsurvivor]

It takes Idril a while to acknowledge his presence, or maybe she's just in denial. She opens and closes her eyes rhythmically, hoping to will the familiar landscape back into being, but it doesn't happen.

Her arms are shaking with the deep feeling of loss.

"-- what does this mean?" she asks, her voice faint. "Why can I not go back, and what does keep me here?"

Take your time, Willou, everything is alright ♥ I'm sorry for not having sent anyone in the woods, though I really wanted to - is there still time?

[rob_fellows]

Blink. Well, that sounds familiar. Robin sighs. "--- welcome to the Mansion," he says tiredly.

He reaches into his trendy trousers and produces a man's handkerchief, freshly clean and ironed, white with a tartan border of brown and red. "You look like you might need this, Madam," he says politely. "Keep it - consider it a present."

He'll answer questions, of course, he just needs to wrap his mind around this greeting business. It's been a while.

No worries, hon. If you want to send someone, go right ahead, though I'd suggest tagging straight into under of the already existing subthreads rather than creating one of your own - as far as mine are concerned, you can consider that any of them got temporarily separated from their search parties if you tag them. And I think I'll send the twins, I just remembered that they actually exist. I am made of fail these days. >.

[helcarsurvivor]

Idril eyes him suspiciously, her eyes half-closed, her fiercely-shaped cheekbones moving slightly under pale skin. Slowly, she extends a hand and takes the handkerchief, careful not to touch Robin's hand. After that, she just holds it in a fist, not saying anything, until: "-- it is real. I can feel it -- this -- you gave it to me, and it is real. Who are you, then? I have never heard of this Mansion. Is it an Atan --?"

And it strikes her. Of course. Perhaps she died. Perhaps there was an arrow, or a push, or a shove, or -- who knows -- and she -- but what about the limbo, and the ships, and the --? Why is this Atan man here?

There are too many questions whirling in her mind.

Got it, bb ♥!

[cute_shinigami]

If she ventures onto the porch, she may spy a tall young man with mussed brown hair and violet eyes, sitting curled up with a thick book and a pitcher of iced tea on a wicker table at his side. He looks up and his lips part in a silent gasp of surprise. "What -- oh... oh my." He scrambles to his feet, bowing to her deeply. "Lady of the Eldar, welcome to the Mansion."

[helcarsurvivor]

By now Idril has the grasp of what happens around the Mansion. However, she hasn't lost hope that she'll be able to step back in her time, to hold her husband and her child -- her small, defenseless child -- in her arms again.

The surprise of being greated as she should be, and by a stranger, is great, but she's royal and she knows how to control her emotions. She nods curtly, coldly. "Thank you," she says. "May I know whom am I talking to?"

[cute_shinigami]

"Oh, me? I'm Asato Tsuzuki," he says, a little awkwardly, and a hint of pink might be crossing his cheekbones. Elves leave him fumbling for words and lovely women can cause him to turn more charmingly awkward than usual, put those together and you have a gentle-hearted death god who's hoping he doesn't make a bad impression.

[helcarsurvivor]

"Mae govannen," Idril replies politely, her voice wistful. "You have an usual name," she notes. And then she remembers her manners, and thinks she should introduce herself as well. "I am Idril, and many call me Celebrindal - I am King Turgon's daughter." She's thinking that everyone should know about her father, oi.

[fallenlomion]

He's been somewhat - marginally - potentially stabler, though there's still the lurking darkness of his promise to the Dark Lord, and always the lurking insanity just below the surface; of obsession and more violent things.

However, if Idril is downstairs at some point in the late afternoon, he was just coming down the stairs after taking care of his sisters, carrying a plate that he'd left up there, and he stops dead.

Golden hair. Beat. A willowy figure. Beat.

His world stops. The plate drops and cracks, loudly, and he can't even find his voice, just staring at her with eyes wide and a dizzying roaring in his ears.

[He's still in the woods with Caranthir, but he wouldn't stay out of this. Don't hurt him too badly. >>]

[helcarsurvivor]

Idril hears the noise and reacts quickly, spinning on her heels within a split-second; there are such skills that are gifted to her kind, and moreover, that she learned while fleeing and hiding. Battles are never easy on children, she's the first proof.

"-- gasp --."

No. NO. Such an image does not have any possible explanation. Such thing -- it must be a trick, an evil, malevolent trick, played upon her to test her courage and her faith, before she can go back to her -- "You."

Just a word, the weight of the world in three letters.

[fallenlomion]

Goodbye, stability.

He takes a step back, his eyes wide. An illusion? No, surely no one would be so cruel as that. Not to make such a perfect, beautiful illusion, they wouldn't...would they?

His mouth is dry and he swallows, hard, just staring at her with that expression on his face somewhere between terror and awestruck wonder. This is not happening. It can't be. Can it? (And yet it is, here she is, and with that weight in her voice...

"Itarilde?" He says, and his voice is strangled, tight, but oh so familiar. He wants to go to her, but his muscles seem frozen in place, feet bolted to the stairs.

[helcarsurvivor]

"Stay away."

There's a flood of words and rage welling in her chest, but Idril can't seem to force her lips to split and let everything out. Speaking seems to come painfully to her, and she needs to push every syllable on her tongue, with an almost physical effort.

If Lómion is here -- and if he speaks to her -- then indeed -- this is another world; an other world.

"Just -- stay away," she warns, unable to remove herself from his way, however.

[doriath_crowned]

Perhaps these elves will be less worrisome for Idril - after all, they're vaguely related, since their sister marries Earendil... (which they know - they've been catching up on things.)

They're both in the common room, one of them reading Thomas Hobbes, the other reading Giorgio Agamben.

One must know things, if one wants to learn diplomacy.

Pardon their choices in reading, that's all I could come up with. I blame my thesis.

&hearts

[helcarsurvivor]

Aye. Less worrisome elves are always a blessing. Idril doesn't know these, of course; last time she checked, Earendil was but a small bundle in her shaking arms - but it's best if that stays unmentioned, for now. Oh, the angst.

She notices them when she strolls in graciously, but she doesn't say anything to begin with. She just goes and sits down on a nearby couch, folding her arms properly in her lap and gazing at them.

LOL!

[doriath_crowned]

Feeling observed, one of the twin looks up, then the other. And they both stand abruptly, because whoa pretty lady. She looks like royalty, and they're not sure but maybe Vanyar. For a split second they think she might be Celebrian or Galadriel, but that error is quickly corrected.

"--- my lady." Cue a pair of simultaneous and identical bows.

[helcarsurvivor]

After a split-second of a half-amused reaction, Idril does stand as well and inclines her head graciously. "Well met," she speaks, her voice finally at its full surety. "May I know your names, young lords?"

[blindbomber]

She might come across someone that's not an elf nor a human if she happens to wander outside towards the forest again. Iggy's sitting on a rock, feeling a small flock of birds some bird seed he found. There's quite a collection around him, mostly small sparrows and the like, but a few larger crows are taking advantage of his generousity.

His own wings are held comfortably behind him, a few sparrows taking up in the shade there. He's got a happy smile on his face and is just fine with making conversation.

[helcarsurvivor]

Yes, Idril will certainly wander back. A part of her still wants to find a way back, and since it was the woods that apparently spewed her out when she arrived, she might as well think they'd provide a way out as well.

She notices Iggy, and the wings O.o - keen Elven sight, what can we say. She has too much dignity to clap a hand over her mouth, but she does so inwardly.

[blindbomber]

Iggy's a bit oblivious to the Lady as caught up in the birds and the apparent conversation he's having with them. "Come on, you'd think you haven't had anything to eat in years the way you're all putting this away," he chides. "I can always bring more."

If she gets close enough some of the birds may stop chirping and Icarus would tilt his head slightly, searching for an out of place sound.

"Hello?"

[helcarsurvivor]

"--well met." It comes out a bit strangled, though we're sure Idril has seen much more frightening things and scenes in her life. Hello, orcs. They weren't even lovely, as this Atan child is. "I am sorry to interrupt you - the forest looked calm and I wished to think."