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[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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I wish that I could offer you more comfort. I have three children myself, I would wonder too if I were torn so suddenly from them.

I left him in such a place. I do not know how-- [She cuts herself off, lips pressed tightly together.]

My mother would advise me not to tell too much of the future but I promise, he will be alright.

[Someday, she will be a little more confused by the fact that people from the future are speaking to her. Time is weird, though. She's an Elf. She knows.]

Who is your mother?

[Time is so weird. She once slept for a week and woke up with an extra five hundred years of memories and hair growth.

She chews her lip briefly and then speaks again.]

The Lady Galadriel. Artanis if that name is better known to you.