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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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[menelluin]

[There is a moment of silence.]

Where am I?

[Now that the most pressing concern is alleviated, it's time to focus on herself.]

[inafadingcrown]

The world they call 'Allaidh Darach' and I fear it is as war torn as our own. [Actually- the fact that Idril doesn't know is mildly alarming in and of itself.] Were you not given some explanation when you arrived?

[menelluin]

Oh. [She looks a little chagrined underneath the stress.] They did try. I confess that I was not listening well.

[inafadingcrown]

You may hardly be blamed for that.

[menelluin]

Even so, I may have spared myself some anxiety. Thank you.

[inafadingcrown]

[She shakes her head] We are family; you need never thank me for such simple kindnesses.

[menelluin]

Perhaps that is true, but I feel compelled to nonetheless.

[inafadingcrown]

And it is not unappreciated. [But going back to their main problem...] Have you any indication where you are within this world? Some landmark to guide you, perhaps?

[menelluin]

A very small, very flighty creature told me the name of this castle I have found. Caer Glaem. I assume that you know it?

[inafadingcrown]

I do. [And she's relieved that Idril is with the Seelie. Galadriel is not particularly fond of either court, but the simple fact that the Unseelie have orcs among them is enough to make the Seelie preferable by far. And, of course, she still has tentative ties herself.]

You should find it safe enough, at least for the moment. I am not there myself, alas; my daughter and I are at the Station, a place regarded somewhat as neutral territory by both courts.

[menelluin]

Your daughter. [Ah, right. It takes her only a moment to put a face to the description and her mouth quirks in a slow (albeit small) smile.] I see you in her. I have been told of the Station and I intend to make my way there as soon as I am able.

[inafadingcrown]

[And her smile is mirrored on Galadriel's face.] Good. Then we shall both greet you shortly. [A pause] This world is not kind and it has given me few reasons to care for it. But I am grateful, at least, that you two might know one another here.