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[There's some hesitation at first, unsure if the locket is working, but with a small sound from the imp beside her, she adjusts. The image is no longer one of the stars and boughs of the trees overhead but resting on the face of a weary elf. A weight had been lifted off of her with her arrival, though the chill still remained - seeming to radiate from within.]

Mae govannen [(Well met)], these creatures informed me I am in the Drabwurld just beyond the Unseelie castle. They do not seem to be able to tell me how I might return home. It is imperative that I do not linger here, my father will worry.

[Among others, though he would be first to notice her absence. It could be a terrible distraction from the war, causing worry when it was unnecessary - even cause a horrible loss. That could not happen - no on her account.]

Goheno nin [(Forgive me)], but I must return to Imladris at once. You seem to have powerful enough magic to bring me to your world, surely it could not be such a hardship to return me home. Thank you for any assistance you can provide.

[And with that the locket closes, uneasy eyes searching the forests for an unseen danger - far too accustomed to things like orcs roaming in the night. The sooner she could be returned home, the better.]

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[ iorveth's image jostles with movement and the sound of horse hooves can be clearly heard, he isn't alone that much is easily told. ]

Give up on the hope of returning to your land, you are as trapped as the rest of us.

[ his eye breaks from the locekt briefly to look about his surroundings, trees and stars pass by his head. this forest is as dangers as the woods around flotsam, perhaps worse. ]

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So I have heard.

[Her eyes narrow slightly as she watches him, giving up on attempting to pinpoint a location - far too unfamiliar with the surroundings to succeed.]

Do you know how many are here?

Hundreds, perhaps more. [ the numbers did not really interest him, not yet anymore. ] Enough numbers for a small army.

[ the background images stop and the scarred elf looks behind him before returning his singular gaze to the locket. he does not recognize her as one of his own, but a she-elf she clearly remains. ]

Do the vermin know how far from the castle you are?

Not yet, but I think they're catching on. If I hurry, though, I believe I can make it to the gatehouse?

[She looks at the imp for confirmation, the uneasy feeling growing stronger and stronger with each passing moment.]

Someone is going to meet me there, I believe.

[She just had to reach it.]

[ he inhales sharply through his nose, if she were human he would not be considering this. someone is to meet her at a gatehouse, yet she still has a stretch of forest to contend with. even on horseback he may be too far. ]

Keep moving, do not stop regardless of what you hear.

[She nods, her mother's fate weighing heavily on her mind. Were she at full strength, moving quickly would not be an issue - but she was still weak from the war at home. Weakened and weaponless - it was not a good combination.]

Do not worry, I will not be stopping until I reach it.

[There's a distance sound that catches her attention, only pushing her on to move faster despite her body's protests.]

What is your name? [ he can keep her focused, at the least, until she reaches her destination. she may not be one of his scoia'tael but an elf is a elf, he will not turn away to one in need. ]

Arwen.

[She keeps moving, the imp pulling at her cloak towards a new direction.]

Are you familiar with this forest?

I am Iorveth. [ funny he has not really needed to introduce himself much the last hundred years, his deeds made him known far and wide, introductions became pointless when almost every man in the northern kingdoms knew who he was. ]

Familiar enough to know it's dangers.

Iorveth... [She repeats, tucking the name away in her memory.]

What lurks in these woods?

[A question she's not certain she wants to ask, but she needed further clarification as to what vermin she was attempting evade.]

[ funny story, the vermin he was talking of is actually the imps but hey he didn't clarify that at all. whoops. he sniffs, his horse nickering uneasily. ]

Beasts and spirits, the sort that should not be encountered unarmed.

[She responds with a small sound of distaste. She did not like this, though few would. She had to have faith that she would reach safety - or what could be construed as safe until Maglor arrived.

What she would give to have a horse right now.

She murmurs a curse in elvish under her breath as there's another noise, nearer than before.]

I believe I'm getting closer.

[ the curse is foreign to his ears but he recognizes it as such, he snorts amused. the frustration he can understand, he would be feeling similar if their positions were reversed. ]

If you haven't any blades on you, a sharp rock will suffice. [ you know, just in case. ]

[She would laugh if the situation weren't so dire, reminiscent of the logic of her brothers.]

I hope I will not need it.

[Though she does stop to pick one up just to be safe. If it came to that, she's not certain how she would fair, far more skilled with a blade or a bow than hand to hand combat. She gives a small nod at the small creature by her side as she returns to her former speed.]

Be swift Arwen and you will not need it.

[ the rock she picks is a good one, sharp enough to bring great discomfort and pain to anything that dares to attack, and it brings him a measure of comfort. ]

Send word when you are safe.

I shall.

[And with that pushes forth, barely making it to the gatehouse when the first orc shows its face in the forest. After a less than pleasant escort to her room, she waits - sending him a quick response.]

I am safe. Maglor is on his way and will be taking me to the Station after a stop, I believe.

[ if she were better armed he would have urged her to slay the orc, but alas. he continues on his own journey for a time until she sends him another message, the background of his image changed. ]

Maglor. [ iorveth files the name away in memory. ] Is he known to you?

He is known to my father in my homeland.

[She did not want to necessarily divulge his history as that would not lend itself to dissuading any concern, choosing a simpler description in that hopes that it would suffice.]

My mother and grandmother both trust him here.

[ it is enough, it seems, to settle the concerns that flit about the back of his mind. ]

I hope their trust is not misplaced.

[If it were not one who had raised her father, the trust would be easily questioned knowing their history. And yet -]

I do not believe so.

[Though caution would be exercised.]

I leave you in his hands, then, may he take you swiftly to your family. [ safely to, or gods help him. ] Va faill, Arwen.

Thank you. May our paths cross again more directly in the future. Namaarie.

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