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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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[dappergent]

Then he'll remember it with fondness. I'm sure he will sing your songs with love until you can do so again.

[ there's a pause and then he takes a gamble. ]

The monarchs of Caer Glaem occasionally grant a boon to their vassals; perhaps if you submit a request, they might find a way to send a letter to your soon assuring him you are well.

[menelluin]

Perhaps. [She frowns.] I only wish that he is safe and well. I worry for him.

[dappergent]

[ perhaps he should seek out an audience of his own because without care or thought, these lords and ladies of the land seem to mind not that mothers were seperated from sons or children brought here to fight their battles for them.

At least for Oscar, he was already dead and had played his part. Should it not be the same for all these others?

But he simply looked on in the locket, smiling sadly as he nodded. ]

I hope there is someone he can turn to for help while you are gone. Is there an aunt or an uncle, perhaps?

[ because that's where the real chills started in his heart. A seven year old boy stranded all alone in the world. He can only imagine what scars that child might bear into adulthood if there was no one to help him along the way. ]

[menelluin]

I... [She stops abruptly, mouth working for a moment.] I do not know who has survived the battle. We were fleeing before ruin.