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[inafadingcrown]

[This entry, Galadriel doesn't waste time with introductions or formalities, instead jumping directly into her question- a bad sign for someone normally so verbose. Her words are clipped- short, direct, precise, and to the point.]

Are there any here who have experience with some manner of [a little pause] an enchanted sleep? I have heard of such things, but I will admit that I have never had dealings with them myself.

[The reason for this question can be seen in background- a silver-haired woman sleeping soundly in one of the rooms available for travelers at the Station. Galadriel turns to glance back at her before continuing, the worry she has kept from her tone plainly evident in her eyes.]

I would also ask if there are any who know something of what becomes of those who disappear from this world. I know that it has occurred before, but it seems strange, does it not, to find a shard in place of the person who has left? We were told that these emerge only when one is near to death- [And that is why she's fretting about Elrond's disappearance too. She stops talking then and frowns at the locket, apparently deciding that she's said enough to make her point.]

You have my thanks. [And the feed goes off.]

[ooc: Or if your character is at the Station too, they can hang out with her in person. Also apologies for being slow lately; health problems have held me up.]

Comments

[peeta_bread]

Peeta Mellark. May I ask yours?

[inafadingcrown]

You may, of course. [She gives a little nod of her head- even distracted, her manners are impeccable.] I am Galadriel, formerly of Lothlórien.

[peeta_bread]

It's nice to meet you... even though it's under such bad circumstances. I don't want to take up your time if you'd rather not talk...

[Basically, tell him to shut up if he's keeping you from important things.]

[inafadingcrown]

[She glances behind her, pausing to place a protective hand on Celebrian's shoulder.]

I think I will remain here for quite some time. Conversation might be a welcome distraction.

[peeta_bread]

Then the least I can do is give you conversation.

Did you know there are birds in my world that can copy songs you sing? They whistle tunes back to you. They're called Mockingjays.

[IT'S the first thing that came to his mind that isn't a horrible memory dfskjl he's trying.]

[inafadingcrown]

[It's sweet of him, really. And she appreciates it.]

Truly? That is utterly charming. Are there many where you live?

[peeta_bread]

Yeah, there are. There aren't many trees in District 12, so I don't see them much, but they do like the woods beyond the fence.

[inafadingcrown]

[She perks up a little at that, tilting her head lightly to the side.] You are the second to mention District Twelve to me.