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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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[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?

[sculptor_of_aman]

I do not. I refused the Oath and never set foot on those shores. I was born in Valinor in the Light of the Trees, and though they no longer light the world, I remained in Tirion until I was brought here.

[stillhope]

[Oh. Oh... Tales her father used to speak, tales of the First Age - of Fëanor and his sons. Something stirs at the back of her mind.

Nerdanel.

This was truly unmatched. A look of understanding etches on her face as the pieces fall in place.]

Is your husband here as well, my lady?

[sculptor_of_aman]

No. Not any longer. I am told he was, but has since vanished before I was brought here. Of my kin here are three of my sons, also a niece and two grandnieces.

[stillhope]

[There's a vague memory of Galadriel mentioning her aunt, everything shifting a little further.]

Lady Galadriel is my grandmother.

[sculptor_of_aman]

I knew her as Artanis, my beloved niece. I see you favor your Noldorin heritage.

[stillhope]

As do my brothers.

[There's a hint of a smile at this. Her dark hair may have been common at home, but in Lothlorien - it had been anything but.]