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[stillhope]

[There's some hesitation at first, unsure if the locket is working, but with a small sound from the imp beside her, she adjusts. The image is no longer one of the stars and boughs of the trees overhead but resting on the face of a weary elf. A weight had been lifted off of her with her arrival, though the chill still remained - seeming to radiate from within.]

Mae govannen [(Well met)], these creatures informed me I am in the Drabwurld just beyond the Unseelie castle. They do not seem to be able to tell me how I might return home. It is imperative that I do not linger here, my father will worry.

[Among others, though he would be first to notice her absence. It could be a terrible distraction from the war, causing worry when it was unnecessary - even cause a horrible loss. That could not happen - no on her account.]

Goheno nin [(Forgive me)], but I must return to Imladris at once. You seem to have powerful enough magic to bring me to your world, surely it could not be such a hardship to return me home. Thank you for any assistance you can provide.

[And with that the locket closes, uneasy eyes searching the forests for an unseen danger - far too accustomed to things like orcs roaming in the night. The sooner she could be returned home, the better.]

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[fiercestwarrior]

If they have the power, they will not use it to send you home.

[ Might as well get that bit of bad news over with right away. ]

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[stillhope]

[Well, that is... disheartening.]

So I am trapped, then? What of my home, my family?

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[inafadingcrown]

Arwen. [The name is as much an expression of surprise as it is a greeting.] I fear it is not so simple, dear heart.

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[stillhope]

Grandmother...

[She smiles softly, grateful for the familiar face, though the message is no more reassuring than the one before. If her grandmother were here as well, then truly the situation is far more dire than she'd anticipated.]

Are there others here? Others from home?

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[silmarils]

[ grandmother? ]

Your daughter's daughter, Artanis?

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[gloinul]

[Quiet annoyed:]

Not you as well! Will these Courts stop at nothing to have all of Middle-earth at their beck and call?

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[stillhope]

[She gives the dwarf a kind smile, though there is concern in her eyes. She did not know what was to become of home if all its most valiant warriors were here and not fighting to defeat Sauron.]

I fear it is so, Master Dwarf. Though I do not know why.

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[rangerandking]

Arwen. {The name is hushed on his lips and he can't help but gaze at her fixedly.} Av-'osto, hiril vuin.

{"Don't be afraid, beloved lady."}

Unseelie...? {Those words sink in slowly and his stomach clenches. They are on opposite sides of the war.

How will he reach her safely?

There is no choice. He must go to her.} You will be safe within the castle's walls.

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[stillhope]

Meleth nín... [(My love)]

[Her brows draw slightly as she watches him, knowing there was truth in his words. Though, it was not as easily managed as it was said.

She did not fully understand the gravity of the war that ravaged this land, but she also was no fool. Wars required at least two sides and from his reaction, she could only assume she'd be drawn to a different side.]

I am making my way towards it as we speak. Where are you? Are you safe?

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[sculptor_of_aman]

You are Unseelie? You are not alone among the Eldar there, child.

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[stillhope]

It would seem so.

[Something she does not yet fully understand, though the gravity of the separation from her family and her love has been made clear. Something she will go to any length to rectify.

There's a soft smile, her own exhaustion pushed aside, as she studies the woman for a moment.]

Forgive me, my lady, I do not recognize you. Do you hail from Middle Earth?

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[bythewaves]

Maglor met the Lady Luthien but once, and only here, in the Drabwurld over lockets, and the resemblance is uncanny. But for one who raised two predhel twins, there is another resemblance that speaks clearer.

"You are far from home, lady, and I fear that that there are none here to heed you with the power to return any of us."

He does not hide the Feanorian star he wears.

"Where are you, lady? You have kin here, unless I miss my guess."

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[stillhope]

She bows her head slightly, having had the unfortunate confirmation from not only a stranger but her own grandmother. Her eyes linger on the star, not needing any further explanation.

"I do, many - including my grandmother and mother from my understanding." Though her mother's presence still seems unreal - much like the Feanorians. "I am just beyond the Unseelie Castle." She does not trust the imps enough to lead her in the correct direction, creatures in the woods not always holding to the truth.

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[seidhe]

[ iorveth's image jostles with movement and the sound of horse hooves can be clearly heard, he isn't alone that much is easily told. ]

Give up on the hope of returning to your land, you are as trapped as the rest of us.

[ his eye breaks from the locekt briefly to look about his surroundings, trees and stars pass by his head. this forest is as dangers as the woods around flotsam, perhaps worse. ]

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[stillhope]

So I have heard.

[Her eyes narrow slightly as she watches him, giving up on attempting to pinpoint a location - far too unfamiliar with the surroundings to succeed.]

Do you know how many are here?

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[brainiest]

You're... That's Elvish, isn't it? [ She hesitates before - ] Do you know Legolas and Thranduil?

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[stillhope]

[The scenery has changed to an ornate room, dark in style - customary of the Unseelie. It was a room that she would find no peace in, not pausing to rest as she waits for Maglor.

The second name catches her slightly, having learned of Legolas's presence, but not that of her father.]

It is and I do. We hail from the same world. Are you familiar with the language?

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[silvergift]

[She freezes the moment that the locket focuses on Arwen's face. It's impossible to believe. Her child should be home, safe. War, this war, should not have touched her. And she still can't help but stare, torn between disbelief that she's in Drabwurld, anger that she'd been brought at all and longing just to see her daughter again.

But those woods soon draw her attention. She knows those woods from a trip with Maglor. One that hadn't turned out so well.]

Arwen- my dear heart.

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[stillhope]

[She'd made it out of the woods and had been escorted to her room, though the feeling of unease did not lift. At the image of her mother, a face she'd thought she'd never see again - it is difficult to maintain any sense of strength.

A tear slips out as she finally settles on the chaise in her room.]

Nana... This place... I -

[She shakes it off, trying not to let her mind linger on just how dark this place seemed to be.]

I have missed you so much.

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[thebreakingwave]

You've already heard that we can't get home again, but it's dangerous to be abroad right now. Do you need someone to help you get back to the castle?

[ Harry is a young man, with messy black hair, and notably he is missing an eye. There's a silvery patch of faded scar tissue over one side of his face and a plain, red amber sphere in lieu of his natural eye. ]

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[stillhope]

[There's a delay in her response, but when she does it is from her ornate room within the castle. One she has no intention of lingering in. There was no peace to be found here. Something she desperately needed.]

I had some assistance in reaching it. Thank you for your offer, though.

[She does not comment on what appears to be a war wound - at least from her perspective. It is not the first she has seen, nor does she expect it to be the last.]

I take it you reside in this castle?

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[menelluin]

[Well, this arrival certainly set a few things into a tizzy - namely Galadriel and Celebrian. Idril listened to other conversations, and casually eavesdropped upon the women she has kept company with.

Well then. Perhaps she should speak.]

A daughter of Celebrian and granddaughter of Galadriel. [Idril smiles.] And so kin of mine as well. You are well?

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[stillhope]

[She manages a small smile, still seated on the chaise, having had a chance to speak to her mother both reassuring and disheartening at the same time. To be in the same world as someone she never thought she'd see again and not be able to go to her immediately... It was incredibly discomforting. Almost more so than the orcs that roamed free.

The kin comment, however, draws her attention - a welcome distraction from her thoughts.]

I am no longer in the woods, a relief.

[It is as close to being well as she can manage at the moment as she waits for Maglor to arrive.]

May I ask your name, my lady?

[playmakings]

I'm not sure I can help you with-- Well. Any of that. [ Kelsi's in the Seelie court, currently holed up in Ryan's room and furrowed under blankets and blankets and blankets. No reason, really--though in front of her is a bunch of her sheet music. Sorry, Ryan. ]

If you're not safe, I'm sure someone can come get you! I mean, Unseelie castle's pretty far from us, but I'm sure someone give you a hand.

[stillhope]

[There's a bit of a delay before she responds, the woods behind her shifting to a greenwood that looks far less treacherous.]

I am no longer in immediate danger. My kin were able to assist me.

[Continuing on her journey to her mother and grandmother. One step closer.]

Are you a musician?

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[firith]

[ To see the Undómiel alive and whole, as much as ever he remembers her, Thranduil is immediately reminded of the death of her eldest, Eldarion, back in Middle-Earth only recently the same year as he has now passed into the Drabwurld for the second time. The land seemed darker already without Aragorn and Arwen, and now that their child is gone too to leave only their grandchildren it seems highly likely the Elves of Ithilien will be returning to Eryn Lasgalen, the last homestead for the Eldar with Lorien abandoned in dying disrepair. Thranduil has not mentioned this to anyone, he does not intend to, yet nostalgia surges within him at the mere sight of Arwen's face. ]

Undómiel. [ He inclines his head respectfully, eager to keep his gaze upon her. Fascination runs rife behind his eyes that she has been called forth by the Unseelie, albeit not surprise. ] Are you in need of anything? I am your servant.

[ Gracious as he would be back home, Thranduil offers her a fond smile. ]

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[stillhope]

My Lord. Nae saian luume'. [She gives a dip of her own head in response, offering a weary smile.]

That is a gracious offer and for now, I am safe. [Far safer than before.] I am to be escorted to the Station to be reunited with my mother soon.

[It is both a joy and a hardship to see so many from her world here, a hint of sadness entering her eyes.]

I do not know how long we will be at the station, nor any plans beyond that...

[Something else comes to mind, though she had not had the opportunity to inquire as to its validity. ]

I have heard that your son is here as well.