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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[tolkien_blond]

Angrod saw the boat from higher ground, and since it was so clearly an elven craft, he's wandered down post haste to see what was going on.

Since it looks like it's baby sister, he's just going to grin uncontrollably. "Artanis-?"

[lorien_gal]

"Angarato...." awed and happy, and pleasantly surprised, but confused as well...

Her brothers have been dead for a long time, now....

[tolkien_blond]

"It is you." He smiles, because that is what Angrods do, and seeing the confusion and understanding the source, extends both hands to her, as though to prove he's solid. "I know, I don't get it either. But it's me, I promise."

[lorien_gal]

It's so tempting to believe.... she claps them, and feeling that they are real, whispers a praise. "Onóro, how can this be?" But she smiles - because even if this is untrue, the glee fills her heart.

[hewer_of_caves]

Shortly after, anohter Elf appears through the trees, eyes bright, moving quickly and smiling as he goes to meet his little sister. "Artanis!"

[lorien_gal]

"Finrod," this is just a little too much, and she leans against the tree. "How can it...."

Her hand goes to the other. A trick, perhaps? But... "Is it truly you?"

[hewer_of_caves]

He takes her hand between his own, still smiling. "It is me. It's good to see you, sister."

[lorien_gal]

The hand is so real, his touch so warm. Her smile spans - she will need to make sense of it, but to see his face....

"Brother.... it's been so long!" She locks her eyes into him, seeking - if this is an illusion, or a dream she will know. She always knows.

[ringsmith]

Celebrimbor could never mistake the use of the ring that he made, but he stops at the edge of the trees rather than coming to meet her. He watches her disembark, sees the shine of the ring on her finger. He lingers, debating whether to approach and greet her, or to turn around and slip back to his forge.

[lorien_gal]

Ah, Cele. Will you still have a vampire friend to flail to when your cousin is done with you?

She might catch sight of him - and her eyes linger just long enough - but he is dead as well, how....

Her eyes close. "Have you come to greet me then, Celebrimbor?"

[ringsmith]

No use trying to hide now, he takes a few small steps forward. He's different from how she surely he remembers him, jumpier, more nervous, the signature arrogant Feanorian confidence is entirely missing. "I have, Lady." Another couple steps forward, his eyes stray back to the ring on her hand. "You wear it well."

[lorien_gal]

She looks down. She remembers the rumors of his fate - and though she may have hated the sons of Faenor... it was harsher punishment than one ever could deserve.

A step forward.

"My thanks, cousin." A pause. "You wielded well." Calm, poised, not warm, but not cold either.

[broodingelf]

If she makes it past the throngs of relatives at the lakeshore, she may find, some way further in, the only other cousin in her generation to have actually survived the book.

The sudden arrivals are becoming almost commonplace, but a not-dead relative is certainly a bit of a change. Maglor regards her for a moment, and gives her a careful, respectful nod. "--Galadriel."

[lorien_gal]

A pause. It's nice to meet someone who's not dead. But the mass murdering relative part is not as nice.

"--Maglor."

[broodingelf]

No, it wouldn't be. And he's more than prepared to leave her in peace. But. "...You must be just arrived. Welcome."

[lorien_gal]

"My thanks." A long, long pause. She's not seen him since when? The end of the first age? She looks down, takes a breath.

"It has been long, since I saw you." Factually.

[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.