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[caninefodder]

Last thing, there was a glint of eyes in the darkness, and then claws, and teeth, and pain

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[hewer_of_caves]

Perhaps as he approaches the mansion, the door opens and a fair-haired figure steps out. It takes him a moment to notice the other elf, and when he does he stares as if not quite sure he's seeing what he thinks he's seeing. He wavers, nearly running forward whether or not what he's seeing is actually real but really hoping it is. "...Edrahil?"

[caninefodder]

"--Finrod?" It's good to see him not captive in a dank dark dungeon in the imminent expectation of being eaten, it really is, but-- as far as he knew, Finrod was still captive in a dank dark dungeon in the imminent expectation of being eaten, so whyever is he here first? "Already?"

Ack html fail. Ignore that.

...AND THAT. >.<

[hewer_of_caves]

--Oh. Suddenly he gets it. "No, it's not...It's not when you think it is." That doesn't make any sense, we know. But then, none of this does, so what can you do. He moves forward quickly to meet his friend.

[caninefodder]

It doesn't. But confusion or no, he's still exceptionally glad, and relieved, to see him, moving forward as well and taking his hands warmly. "What do you mean?"

[thenotsofair]

Oh boy, more awkward!

Celegorm comes striding outside and then comes to an abrupt stop and stares.

Oh, joy.

[caninefodder]

What is this, The Five People You Meet In Heaven Only It Isn't Heaven And They're All Supposed To Be Alive Anyway?

Anyway, yes. Joy. Edrahil also stops abruptly, and stares back, it being unexpectedly unpleasant on just about every level.

[thenotsofair]

Well, now what?

Blink.

"....you're here," neutrally, because we're going to be casual. Riiight.

[caninefodder]

And all thanks to you!

"...Yes." Wary.

[elven_irs]

Here's some uncomfortable for you too - though maybe they never met? Typist doesn't remember.

At any rate, there's going to be a Caranthir sitting outside, brooding.

[caninefodder]

No, probably not, or if they have they don't know each other at all well. Caranthir, though, is pretty recognizable on sight.

Which is weird, because last he checked, Caranthir wasn't dead. Hence a bit of a confused doubletake, seeing him.

[elven_irs]

And Caranthir is going to look up at the new elf - one he probably might remember vaguely seeing around, but not place, and lift a scowling eyebrow.

"What, you've never seen someone brood before?"

[lorien_gal]

And of course Galadriel will be about, on her way to the waters, to try to get some clarity on her recent... mix ups.

She'll stop in her tracks, and smile. Wide.

[caninefodder]

Well, Galadriel ranks as a more welcome sight than sons of Fëanor, if slightly less of one than Finrod. But still, what is this parade of not-dead people?

"Lady Galadriel?"

[lorien_gal]

"Yes, it is I, Edrahil," she smiles, and crosses the distance, offering hands in the courteous manner of Lorinand, and though she isn't embracing him, warmth is there nonetheless.

"You have just come, and it is well."