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[The image in the locket shows a disheveled and disturbed looking Deedlit. There is a quiet murmur of people in the background and the surroundings seem to be that of the infirmary.]

I feel as though I've been trampled by horses...How long as I asleep?

[Deedlit looks away from the locket for a moment as one of the fairies buzz by her ear, whispering something as they pass by. The look of shock that follows on her face is unmistakable and she jolts up to her feet only to feel her legs giving out, forcing her back to a sit.]

A month?! I've been asleep for an entire month?!

[She glances back to the locket then, a frown taking hold of her lips.]

...What in the world did I miss?

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[ Maglor looks... unwell. He is pale and wan, eyes tired, the light that has always marked him faint and failing. ]

So you live yet, Lady Deedlit. I am glad to see it so and yet... [ He even sounds tired, as if all the joy has gone from him ]

You missed the beginning of the War, youngling. I might have wished you to never wake, if it might have spared you this.

[A look of relief first comes to her face when she sees Maglor, but soon turns to one of worry.]

I'm glad to see you, too, but you don't look well.

[The next thing he says definitely explains it. Her lips turn downward into a deep frown as she leans back on the cot she is sitting on.]

So it has started...How many have been lost so far? Is the number great?

[ He smiles a little, and looks old ]

I will be well enough, you need not worry for me. [ Maybe. Eventually. Perhaps ]

No major players yet. Skirmishes, only - raids, on both parts. Hostilities opened, but at this point little truly serious damage done... to our rulers or domains.

[ There is considerable bitterness as he says that. He draws a hand across his eyes in weariness ]

Among my folk however... things go ill. My... Elrond was taken captive by my brother, who, in fairness, treated him well, like the lord he is. Yet, relations soured, for he was taken, and did not go willing. And then in the raids on the castles... [ a long sad sigh ] The elvenking's son was here, and my brother... lost his temper. What was done to the young prince was cruel, and unnecessary, and I do not know how this breech may be mended, if ever it can.

[Sorry, Mag. Deedlit will be worrying no matter what you say. That's evident from the expression that stays on her face as she listens to him.]

Skirmishes...I see. Wars aren't fought in a day, after all.

[Oh right. She was asleep for a month, not a day. Whoops.]

They are at least alive, right? That's something. Who knows if it can be mended, though? I'm sure that no one would blame you for what happened. Give things some time to settle and I'm sure something can be done.

[She says, seeming confident that Maglor would never really do anything like that. He couldn't be involved, right?]

[ Maglor shakes his head ]

No youngling. This... you did not see. Celegorm wanted more than to hurt him. He wanted to break him. The prince lives, aye - from sheer stubborness, it seems. But an insult of the sort that was dealt to the son of a king, one who was drawn unwilling into this war, and further by one already marked... [ such utter despair in his voice ] No Deedlit. There is no returning from here.

[ His eyes shut ] I blame myself. I am the elder here, and Celegorm listens to me. And I was not there to stop him.

[The name causes her to raise a brow. Celegorm...She had met someone before by that name. But the two were siblings? That was surprising. They seemed so different from one another. After hearing the next words out of his mouth, she shakes her head.]

You can't be responsible for everything. It was your brother who did it, not you.

[She pauses for a moment, lips turning down into a thoughtful frown.]

But why did Celegorm want to hurt him so badly?

And I could have stopped him, and did not. As the head of our House, that makes me culpable as well, Deedlit.

As for why... [ A long, shaky breath ] I can only guess, but...after the recent incursions... for Celegorm, who the Unseelie Queen praises and showers honors on, to have his family in Seelie refuse to come with him, to have the new 'home' he builds invaded... I think he was angry, and hurting, and when the last time he was like this... [ one hand goes up unconsciously to grip his chest above his heart, as if to hold it in place (his Light flickers in time to a racing heartbeat, breath coming quick and pained) ]

The last time he was like this it ended ... badly. The prince was a warning and a message - "This is what I will do to get what I want. This is what you drive me to."

[Her expression turns concerned as she sees his hand move to his chest. His suffering is pretty clear and she just can't help but feel badly for him.]

He didn't seem like he would be that kind of person when I talked to him before. To think that he would be capable of doing something like that...

[She shakes her head a little, the frown staying in place.]

Unfortunately, what happened can't be changed now. The only thing left to do is to try and mend what is left, if it is even possible. Is there anything I can do?

[ a small pained smile ]

Oh Celegorm can be quite charming, when he wishes to be. He learnt the intricacies of court life well. Not for nothing was he called Celegorm the Fair. [ softer ] But he had another name too, one I hoped we had left behind when we were brought here, and him from so early in his life. Celegorm the Cruel, some called him, by the time that he died.

And there is no mending this, alas. No, youngling. I would that you were safely far away from here, but failing that, stay clear of my brother, Deedlit, for I do not know what he will do to those who are not of our kin.

[Deedlit nods, listening. She certainly believes Maglor when he talks about his brother. After all, he had no reason to lie about something like that nor did she really think he was that type of person.]

If people called him that, then he must have earned it. I'll do my best to stay clear of him, as you say. Thank you for being concerned about me.

[She pauses for a moment before speaking again.]

But I would like to meet you in person someday.

Reason enough. [ Maglor sighs softly ]

You are too kind Deedlit. Perhaps we may - but I cannot but think it safer for you that we do not.

[While the message does not show his surroundings as it is voice, keen ears can hear the sounds of hooves on ground and other noise indicative of travelling in the background. The lack of visual feed is much a result of that.

She seems strange to him, at the brief glance that he caught of her; as one of the Quendi yet changed, or one who has never been alike, if sundered by space or time or yet another cause, he cannot know.]

For what reason was it that you slept? [Many reasons are possible, yet he would not be surprised to hear that it was by the force of a monarch.]

[She listens to the voice, tilting her head just a little in curiousity. She didn't recognize his voice from anywhere. Was he new to that place? Had she been asleep that long?]

I'm not even sure. One moment I was walking around, then the next I woke up here.

[A quiet sigh follows as she turns her gaze off to the side, trying to work some of the soreness from her free arm by moving it around.]

It must have been the leaders of this place.

Leaders of which place?

[It's almost automatic, a reply that would be made even if it was not truly of interest to him - which it most certainly is. Raising seven children to, among many other things, be able to precisely describe and report, grasp the essentials and be conclusive in their words, has left trails in his mind that are easily followed when he does not watch or care for where his feet step.]

Ah, I'm sorry. The rulers of Caer Glaem.

[She can't help but smile a little bit, sheepishly. She sometimes forgot that not everyone would know where she was from. It seems that she is still adjusting to being in a different world even after being asleep for a month.]

I wish they wouldn't have left me there so long. I'm incredibly sore now.

There seems to be little difference between the rulers of the castles in their treatment of us.

Hm...That's a little worrying if it's true.

There is nothing which would suggest it to be untrue.

How's that work?

[C'mon anyone who sleeps that long can't be feeling too good in the aftermath. Trampled by horses is one thing, but as far as he knew coma's weren't pretty. Not just when reapers were on your six either.]

You'd think with whatever magic they have here, they'd be able to bring you back to reality.

I don't even know.

[She just shakes her head. The workings of this place was beyond even her.]

Yes, you would think so...I guess they decided against that.

Maybe it made more sense to them to keep you in a coma. Whatever works, right? Don't think I've seen you around here yet. I'm Dave.

You must have been quite tired indeed to have slept a month. Perhaps you were sick with some illness?

[ which is just utterly horrible if truth were to be known. What foul affliction could this (adorable) young lady have suffered?! Although he can't help fill in any details. Nope. So sorry. He's oblivious to the last month himself. ]

I suppose it could be, but I felt fine before I went to sleep...

[But it was a possibility, anyway. She frowns a little in thought, staying silent for a moment before turning her attention back to the man.]

But at least I woke up! I should be happy for that, anyway.

[The thoughtful frown is replaced with a sheepish smile.]

My name is Deedlit. It is nice to meet you!

[ and he can't resist a woman's smile and returns it with a sheepish one of his own. }

Ah, yes. I suppose it would be a little strange to be so out of it for a month. But you are awake and it's my pleasure to say hello, Deedlit.

I'm Oscar, if you'd do me the honor of remembering. It's good to make new friends, isn't it?

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