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[Castle appears on the locket network looking concerned. It's been 24 hours since he followed faeries to the place, 24 hours since his car went off the road into an embankment and he had… died? Maybe. It's his assumption, based on the faeries, which makes this some kind of afterlife. It isn't what he was expecting, but he's pretty pleased with it. Who knew heaven was one epic renaissance festival?

One problem remains though, and that's the location of Kate. Of course, if this is the afterlife, she's not here. As far as he knows, she's alive and well, possibly mourning his death on what was supposed to be their wedding day. He feels guilty, but hopes that he made the right choice in coming here.

He's spent the day searching the castle and asking whoever he comes across whether they've seen a woman matching Kate's description. No luck so far. Castle is finally taking the advice of some and asking over the locket network.]

Hi there. My name's Richard Castle and I'm new to your land. It's awesome, by the way. I've got no complaints, really, except… I'm looking for someone and wondering if she managed to find her way here too. Her name is Kate Beckett. She's in her thirties, tall, thin, long brown hair, really beautiful. [He smiles in a way that makes it obvious he's describing his lover.] But also really stern. Like… probably waving around a badge and barking that she's NYPD and what the hell is going on. [That's Kate in a nutshell.] Anyway, if anyone knows of her or her whereabouts, please let me know. If she's here, I'd like to find her.

[Despite the odds, there's still a little glimmer of hope in him. He and Kate have a very odd connection and a tendency to find each other, even when it seems unlikely. She could be here, though Castle doubts that Kate would actually acknowledge faeries existing, let alone follow them to another world. But, he could still hope.]

Thanks.

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[ This Fabio must be a great warrior in your land, stranger. ]

Your intended? [ Odd though he might appear, with those quick bright eyes that flicker aside, his tone eases a little. ] I will do what I can to help in your search for her.

[ Though it mightn't be much, truthfully. ]

[Yeah he's... something like that.]

Wow, I... thanks. [Castle's not expecting suck quick kindness from strangers.] You could at least tell me how I can find the messenger hawks. Are they at the Seelie castle?

Easy enough to find at the birdhouses if you ask the fairies to lead you there. The hawks are faster than the pigeons and more reliable than the ravens.

[ In his experience, anyway, but then Thranduil speaks directly to the wilder birds and doesn't have a need to bother the tame ones belonging to the Seelie castle. He speaks of their actual opinions of each other, but there's no need to mention that. ]

Thank you. That's really helpful. It seems like a good step one before I traipsing all over the place.

[That map is really, really big.]

What's your name, if you don't mind me asking.

[ Super-hella-massively big, even if Middle-Earth could still fit inside it three or four times. The travel-times without use of the fairy-rings is enough to tire an Elf, and that really says something. ]

Thranduil Elvenking, though hardly king to all the Elves here.

[ Because #politics, etc. ]

Are you from this place originally?

[He's heard there are Elves who have always been here as well as ones who followed faeries like he did.]

No, my son Legolas and I hail from Rhovanion in Middle-Earth, a northern wilderland forest-realm named Eryn Lasgalen. [ But oddly enough, he prefers to be here for now; here, with his child. ] And you, Richard Castle?

Uh.. New York City. It's.. a major metropolis in North America. Earth.

[Somehow that still didn't sound as cool as wherever Thranduil is from.]

A New York? [ You know what's coming, Dick. ] What happened to Old York?

[Hey, now, only Kate calls him Dick, and it's usually only in jest.]

It's in England. That's.. a different part of the world where I come from. They came from Original York and settled New York.

[ There's recognition in his gaze when he hears that. ]

In the same way my own Halls were modelled after those I grew up in, in the days of my youth, then? Or a loosely similar approximation. Well! Good sir, you are to be made welcome to the Drabwurld, that Realm Between Realms. Should you require further aid, if I am able to give it, I will.

My son is Legolas, he will doubtlessly say the same should your paths cross.

[ And they resemble each other so closely there's no real mistaking exactly who Legolas's papa is. ]

Shall I leave you to acquaint yourself with others for now or is there more which I might tell you this day, at your request?

[Drabwurld seems like a poor name for this place to him. It makes him think of something grey and dreary, not all the exciting color he's seen so far.]

Thank you. You've been very helpful. I may have questions in the future, but for now I should probably go find those hawks.

[ Best pray he never meets an orc pack ~~or does, heheh~~. ]

Certainly. A good day to you, Richard Castle, and fair winds to your wings.

[ And the locket promptly shuts. ]

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