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[fairandcold]

Now comes a woman clad in white from one of the mansion’s many side corridors. She is tall and fair, gold of hair and pale of face, and her left arm is bound in a linen sling. There is in her something cold that is too proud to be called sad. Her steps slow, and she stops and looks around her

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[lorien_gal]

T: Pretty sure it's alright. Her typist hasn't been around in a while.

This Galadriel, by the way, is from the beginning of the Third Age - so all that she knows of the War of the Ring is second-hand knowledge from Maglor. We have an Elrond from the second-age, too. Expect an elven invasion anytime soon.

"In the plains of Rohan it was, but not in the Mansion," is a quiet, soothing voice coming from behind her."

She may not know her, but Galadriel's visions have shown her Eowyn in Edoras before.

[fairandcold]

'I was not in Rohan,' she replies without turning. 'But in Gondor. I did not think to see Rohan again.'

[lorien_gal]

"Forgive me." She smiles a little, unmoving from where she is. "I only ever saw you in the halls of Edoras. Has it been done, then?"

[fairandcold]

'Seen me?' she asks and turns.

[thenotsofair]

Someone is pacing down the hallway, looking fairly dark and brooding as this one is wont to do. His pace nearly checks when someone appears, abruptly, a flicker of 'oh no not again' starting, but just in case this one is actually real he decides he might as well say hello.

"Good day," quietly, and from this rather subdued Elfthing - as subdued, that is, as anyone of his rather considerable height can be.

[fairandcold]

"Good day," she says, turning in surprise, a surprise which only grows as she realizes the race of the man before her.

[thenotsofair]

Celegorm tenses a bit, a touch of wariness in his eyes. Being recognized is not always a good thing at all. He eyes her, more wary than perhaps he'd usually be on account of recent events. But she seems real, so that's good. Not hallucinating things is always nice. "...you just arrived here?"

[fairandcold]

'I do not know,' she answers. 'If this is no longer Minas Tirith, then I am newly come.'

[ebonyjaenelle72]

The annoyed isn't for you, Eowyn, but nonetheless the petite blond woman does look a bit irritated. "--probably because it isn't wherever you were," she says, slightly tartly. "It's certainly not spring right now. We just passed midwinter."

[fairandcold]

'And why would that be?' she asks, drawing up and lifting her chin.

[ebonyjaenelle72]

"Why are we in midwinter, or why are you here? The first one has something to do with the tilt of the Earth's axis, as far as I can tell, and for the second one neither I nor anyone else has the least idea."

[fairandcold]

'The latter, if you please,' answers Eowyn. 'I had no cause to guess it, yet you spoke as if I should know.'

[elven_irs]

Somehow the most insane of them all (for now - Celegorm gets his title back very soon) managed to get out of the room where family has been keeping him locked up.

He's sitting at a table, and staring. Not a word. His taste for Edain women is rather calmed, let's say.

[fairandcold]

'My lord,' she says when she sees him there. 'Am I yet in Minas Tirith?'

[elven_irs]

He looks at her, quite unsure what to do with this.

"It's no longer Minas Tirith, Lady. They call it Tol-in-Gaurhoth since the Dagor Bragollach."

He knows well enough - he had just left it before he came to the Mansion.

[fairandcold]

'Do they so? Why?'

[emocaliban]

...

Caliban really thought he'd get over the whole 'omg fictional character' thing fairly soon, after meeting, you know, Miranda. But this is something else entirely, because even if he only sort of recognizes her, something about the mode of speaking and with Niko talking about all the crazy Silmarillion people running around. "Holy fuck," He says, descriptively, staring at someone who was definitely fictional last time he checked.

[fairandcold]

She returns the stare evenly. 'My lord?'

[emocaliban]

He blinks when she talks. And then tries to collect himself, a little. What would Niko do in this situation? He has no idea. Gaaaah.

"...um. You're - Eowyn, right?"

[fairandcold]

She nods.