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.

[princessofllyr]

*Eilonwy has a grudging respect of - and wariness for - enchantresses, a result of her unusual upbringing. So she sweeps Galadriel a brief curtsey, something she hardly does for anyone.*

[lorien_gal]

The deep curtsey is met with a gentle smile, actually.

"Elbereth Gilthoniel, do you know me?" Softly asked.

[princessofllyr]

*She shakes her head 'no', which is the completely honest answer. Some of her usual personality coming through in her voice,* But you're a sorceress, aren't you?

[lorien_gal]

"A sorceress?" Galadriel ponders it, and says, "Nay, the Lady of Lorien, only. I am Galadriel."

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar is practicing again. Yes. You know it.

And now he notices the lake. And the woman. And blinks, jarred out of his routine, so a stroke falls carelessly and he swears as wood thuds into his shin.

[lorien_gal]

Galadriel, however, freezes.

Because in the distance, what she's seeing, is a BALROG.

[eyrienprince]

Oh wonderful.

He looks up and examines her with golden eyes, though those might not be visible, wings fanning out a bit in automatic agitation. Not family, but something similar.

[lorien_gal]

This just makes it worse, and she mutters words of protection in Sindarin as she takes a step closer to the water, farther from him.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle is sitting at the edge of the water and she stands when the boat comes toward her, lifting a hand to shade her eyes and looking at Galadriel with intent interest and a touch of midnight in her sapphire eyes, waiting for her to speak first.

[lorien_gal]

Oh, Jaenelle.

Galadriel will feel watched, and will offer a smile to the lady who is staring at her.

"Greetings."

[ebonyjaenelle72]

Jaenelle smiles a bit. "You as well."

Respectful, but not deferential. Mostly just curious.

[lorien_gal]

Respect is good. She's not that arrogant anymore.

"Am I intruding?" Very politely, there's a touch of gentleness.