Forward dated to June 2; video

[inafadingcrown]

[The woman who appears on the screen is sitting on the floor of a forest in what is obviously a makeshift camp. The chirping of birds and the faint sounds of horses can be heard in the background. Her first message is short and simple, open to everyone (though, admittedly, there are a few who she is particularly hoping to hear from).]


I am curious;  how many of you hail from Arda? When did you see it last?

For those who do not, tell me something of your world, if you will. I have time enough for a tale or two.

[Locked to Seelie]

Gi suilon. I am known to some of you already; for those to whom I am not, I will offer a short introduction. [She gives a little nod of her head- not a bow, but still with a slightly formal air.] I am Galadriel, formerly of Lothlórien.

I regret very much that I am not able to offer my greetings in person to those of you who have newly arrived, but, alas, circumstances necessitate my presence elsewhere.

Regardless of my absence, I would offer you- and those who have been longer in this world- use of the lembas and miruvor I received as a boon. Lembas, for those who are unaware, are Elven waybread. My supply of these is dwindling and even a little will provide nourishment for days, so I ask that you take only at need and sparingly. Miruvor is healing cordial, though it may also be used simply to renew strength. Of this I have more, but, again, do not use it needlessly. Both the lembas and the miruvor I keep in my quarters; my maid is likely to be about and able to show you to it. If not, you may contact me and I will find a way to make arrangements.

Upon my return, I will no doubt meet many of you for myself and I will be glad to offer what assistance I may, for I know well that this place may be frightening and strange, however welcoming our hosts may mean to be. Until then, keep well.

[Locked to Maglor]

[Ordinarily, she would deem this unnecessary, but she does know that he was traveling recently. And it's best he know as soon as possible.]

I do not know if you have heard, cousin, but yet another kinsman has found his way to this world.

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[kingsdaughter]

[She's so beautiful she makes Sigrid feel ashamed of her ugliness. She'd rather try this conversation again later when she's straightened up, but the lady asked her a question and it's dangerous to anger the Lady of Lórien.]

I...yes, sorry. You're the... [no no don't use any of the epithets used for her on the Lake] you're the Lady of the Golden Wood?

[inafadingcrown]

I am. [Or she was. Having left Lórien to sail, she's not entirely certain she's still entitled to call herself that.] I will assume, then, that you are from Middle Earth, given that I did not introduce myself by that title.

[kingsdaughter]

[She nods. And then remembers to speak.]

Sigrid of Esgaroth, daughter of Bard, my lady.

[inafadingcrown]

A pleasure, Sigrid. [Esgaroth... Bard... it takes a few moments for the names to filter through, but they do eventually click- only from tales she's heard second hand, however, so she says nothing of it.] Have you arrived here recently?

[kingsdaughter]

[She nods.]

Yesterday, my lady.

[inafadingcrown]

Then you have scarcely had time to consider your circumstances. [Her voice is sympathetic; arriving here was overwhelming, even for her.] If there is aught I may do for you, you must not hesitate to tell me.

[kingsdaughter]

[She's not sure if she's terrified or comforted, but the Lady is so gentle Sigrid could cry. Eventually she lands on "comforted" and tries to offer a wan smile. Even comfort broaches a dreadful territory for Sigrid--maternal comfort in particular, it has been so long since she had it and it makes her miss her mother and grandmother both.]

Thank you, my lady. I'm getting by for now, I think.

[inafadingcrown]

I am glad to hear it. [There's not much she can do from this distance, anyway, besides offer sympathy and comfort.] May you continue to do so.