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[starrydome]

The door is opened and a tall person dressed in a long tunic and loose trousers ducks through, carrying a satchel and three scrolls. The moment the door closes behind him he stops, staring at the room before him with a look that on a less dignified individual might have been described as confusion

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[acts_of_gord]

And not only is it still there, it's full of Edain. If there are any of the Eldar here at all, they are well hidden indeed. The patrons of this place are Men- and other things, although they may not be spotted at first.

One of them, reddish-brown of hair and beard, glances up from his table and blinks at his arrival. "Excuse me," he says as politely as he can. "You look lost. Are you new here?"

[starrydome]

Strange as all of this is, a courteous question deserves a courteous reply.

Elrond turns to face the man fully and inclines his head in greeting. "Greetings," he says and then, after an almost imperceptible pause, "I should gladly answer that question, but - I am not sure where I am. This ought to be my library. At least, that was where I was headed."

All the while he was going over the options. Enchantments. A disturbance caused by the imminent departure of the Ringbearers, perhaps?

[acts_of_gord]

Gordon dips his head in return. "It does that sometimes," he says. "The door, I mean. It tends to catch people by surprise, and bring them here."

He moves back from his table, clearing his own book away. He's seen that 'where do I put my stuff' expression too many times at every university he's ever visited not to.

"It's a little difficult to explain, but- this place is called Milliways, and you were caught by a portal that leads here. It'll lead back home, too, and take you back to your library and the moment that you left."

[starrydome]

Elrond recognizes the kind gesture for what it is and outs down the leather satchel and the three scrolls before sitting down.

"A portal?" Oh yes, it definitely sounds like magic. "And this place - Milliways? what is it?" He looks around again as he asks, noticing that there are things that seem very out of place. Was that a rat?

[young_womble]

Someone fluffy peeps at him from behind a nearby table.

[starrydome]

Elrond spots the creature. It is wearing glasses and so he settles for a friendly smile instead of following his initial reaction, which had been to say something kind in Quenya, as he would have, had he been observed by a critter.

[young_womble]

Wellington waves cautiously.

"Are you lost?"

[starrydome]

It speaks.

Elrond walks slowly over to the table and nods, kneeling down to get a little closer. "Yes. I went through a door in my home and found myself here in this place. It seems passing strange to me, I must admit. Do you live here?"

[gondolin_noble]

There is a laugh from the (indecently comfortable) couch, bright and cheerful as only someone who has never feared the darkness can be.

"Valar, can it bethat the great Elrond Peredhil has been caught flat-footed and mute? Surely such a thing cannot be!"

[starrydome]

Elrond turns and stares, the sound of a familiar voice in this place almost more confusing than all the strange sights combined.

Then he smiles and hurries toward the seated elf. "Mock me not, Glorfindel. Would not anyone be confused, expecting to be in one place and finding oneself in another? And you are here? Did you perhaps try to find my library as well?"

There is the faintest note of relief in his voice.

[gondolin_noble]

"If I do not mock you, who will?" Glorfindel retorts breezily, sprawled on the couch (it is sinfully comfortable, really, and one of his favorite things about this place), still in hunting greens and gear. "Your ego is, after all, a part of your well-being, which is my purview."

He has wine, a deep rich burgundy wine of a vintage that may be familiar. He waves a waitrat, signaling for another glass of the same for his lord and friend.

"As for how I came here, much the same as you, I would imagine. This place does tend to surprise me at the oddest times." He's supposed to be hunting with the twins just now. But that, it seems, can wait.

[starrydome]

"And my ego is in need of mocking as flowers are in need of water, then?" Elrond retorts, but his smile is warm.

He sits down and breathes deeply, surprised by the scent he picks up on. "Is that? - No. How come this is here? And for that matter, how did you come to be here? And when?"

Up close (not that it matters much to a sharp-sighted elf) he looks wary and worn. And sad. The memory of Arwen's hand in his is still vivid when he closes his eyes.

[diehard_daniel]

There is a Daniel walking towards the door wearing strange Ori armor. He had been focused elsewhere and he didn't notice the other until he almost ran into him.

"Oh, hello," said Daniel, "Sorry."

[starrydome]

"I was in the way," Elrond said and moved a little aside. He was still holding the three scrools, two fairly new and one that was clearly old, perhaps even bordering on ancient.

To someone who was used to look at cultural signs, his clothes - which on first look might seem a little plain - were clearly made from very fine linen and wool, and decorated with embroidered trims. His hair was not only pulled partly back, but braided in a way that could not be considered completely utilitarian and both his eyes and his ears marked him as something other than human.

His voice was a rich and pleasant baritone and there was a hint of a lilting accent when he spoke.

[diehard_daniel]

"Oh, um, don't worry about it," he said and then a though struck him, "Are you new here?"

Why would he ask that? Because usually when someone was standing in the way of the door, they were new.

[starrydome]

"I have only just arrived, yes," Elrond answered. "I went through the door to my library and ended up here instead."