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[menelluin]

[The woman who appears on the locket would be a sight to behold -- if perhaps her hair were not in disarray or the dirt smudged on her face. Her expression is held tightly and deliberately; there's a sense that, if she let her emotion go, she might fall into something that she cannot come back from, not easily.]

I do not know who is listening. [There's a sense that she honestly does not care, not now.] I have but one question and I will have my answer. [Idril's voice is shaking, threatening to crack but there is a power behind it.]

Where is my son?

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[sculptor_of_aman]

I imagine in the same place as the rest of mine, Idril.

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[menelluin]

I... [She bites back her words when it registers who she is speaking to. That is something of a surprise. Will the wonders of this world never cease?]

... I am not sure what you mean by that.

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[sculptor_of_aman]

Two of my children have come here. Where the other five are, I could not say.

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[greywater]

[She has not lost a son, but a sick brother and a crippled friend, so Meera can understand the desperation.]

Not all who come here have their companions arrive as well.

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[menelluin]

And where is here? I did not expect... [She stops almost abruptly.] He is a child.

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[greywater]

The Drabwurld, my lady. Though I cannot be more specific for I am unsure which court you are in. It is not where I am from, but where we all have arrived to.

[She gives a nod.] So is my brother and the boy I swore to protect. The latter is crippled, and the former is ill.

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[inafadingcrown]

Earendil is not here, to my knowledge. If he did not arrive with you, I would presume that he is in Arda still. [Though there's no way to know with any certainty.]

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[menelluin]

Then I must return for him.

[Oh, hi, familiar face. Give her a few minutes before she's actually polite]

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[inafadingcrown]

[It's alright. Galadriel would be no different in her place.]

Would that it were so simple. [It's hard not to relate to a mother seeking her child. Hard not to react to it; empathy is easily read on her face.] I am sorry, Idril, I know of no way to return.

[She studies Idril's face for a moment, trying to decide how best to approach this.] I do know something of your son's future- and of yours- and I may tell you that he comes to no harm.

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[vanyel_ashkevron]

I fear he did not follow you, my lady. That isn't an uncommon happening in this realm. [Vanyel's silver eyes are filled with empathy.]

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[menelluin]

[She followed something to this realm, in her search for him -- and for safety. It occurs to her that it is not that Earendil did not follow.

It is that she left him.

The words are hard to form.]

In this realm. [She repeats it softly.] And how many here are sundered from their loved ones?

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[vanyel_ashkevron]

[Some of her emotions are easy for him to sense and he can't help but give her comfort. If he can.]

Many. [That's true enough.] Yet we have one another. Your pain isn't something you have to bear alone.

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[tawarwaith]

[Tauriel can easily recognize another eldar of Arda, though she cannot place who Irdil is as of yet. She inclines her head to Irdil by way of respect before speaking softly to her:]

Your child may not be among those brought here. Selective are the rulers of the Draubworld.

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[menelluin]

So I have been told. [Her voice is distant, cracking. When she last saw her son...

... Oh, it had not been good.]

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[tawarwaith]

I am sorry you have been separated. How old is he, that you fear for him so?

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[bythewaves]

Idril? Is that truly you? [ quiet and pale and unwell looking, with madness in his eyes ]

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[menelluin]

[She cannot find it in herself to respond to his demeanor; she is worried, of course, at his wan look and especially because of the hint of madness she sees dwelling within him. (Madness is the realm of the sons of Feanor and her mother died in the crossing; it is hard not to ascribe some small about of blame to Maglor -- but she also worries over him, because her heart could never truly shut him out.)]

Truly, it is I. [Her voice is thick with unwept tears.]

[dappergent]

[ he understands the pain of losing a son, a loved one, and he does not hesitate to answer. ]

If your son is here, he'll have a locket and will answer you shortly, I'm sure! If he's gone, I'm afraid I can only convey my condolences.

How old is your son?

[menelluin]

A very small child. He is not old enough to care for himself. [And by "very small" she means something like seven. She's a bit of a doting mother.]

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[kingsdaughter]

Probably safe at home.

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[menelluin]

[With an edge fueled by despair (and bordering on hysteria):] Well that is hardly safe.

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[deadpoet]

Only one? Seems you should have more questions than that, love. Questions like "where the bloody hell am I?" or "who jammed this sodding shard in my chest?"

As for your little tyke, I doubt I've seen him.

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[menelluin]

[Sharply:] Perhaps I will have more questions when the most pressing is answered.

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[silvergift]

[Celebrían freezes, briefly, at the sight of Idril over the lockets, heart skipping a beat in surprise. Idril, the mother of Earendil the Mariner... who fathered-]

No doubt already you have been told he is likely not here. If he is, he will doubtless answer himself in time.

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[menelluin]

[Thickly:] I have been told.