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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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[tawarwaith]

[Sorry it probably wasn't something she wanted to hear!]

Some might argue that just focusing on survival defeats the purpose of living. I really wish I could offer you more comfort, or a kinder word.

[She sort of sucks as being social sometimes.].

[menelluin]

But to live, one must survive first. It is nothing to feel shame over.

[tawarwaith]

Here I am trying to help you, and it is you who is offering comforting words to me.

[menelluin]

Oh. [A pause] I apologize?

[tawarwaith]

You need not apologize! It was merely an observation on my behalf. Is there anything you need?

[Not that Tauriel was in the best place to offer assistance, but she might be of help somehow.]

[menelluin]

I do not believe so. I am safe at the moment.