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001 | Video | Open to both Courts

[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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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."

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.

Lips thin into a grim line and Maglor's eyes flare bright in his anger.

"They would dare to summon Galadriel's granddaughter to the Unseelie Court?" His voice is cold and controlled, and danger curls like a silken web beneath it.

"Can you see the castle walls? Are you safe? I can come and bring you to what little safety there is, but tis safer within castle walls than without Elrondiell"

She stills a little at the anger, knowing it's not directed at her, but the knowledge of what he could accomplish gives her pause. Instead she looks around, the little imp trying to guide in one direction, though she hesitates.

"I'm not sure. I believe so, though the trees are thick." She could not argue with the idea of it being safer within the walls, it was just a matter of getting there. The imp chatters a little louder, Arwen doing her best to try and ignore it as it grows more frustrated with her.

It takes more effort that it rightfully should, to throttle his temper down - he is still far too vulnerable after having his heart removed twice.

Instead he focuses his ire on the imp.

"Small one" He pins it with the full weight of his voice. "Do you know where she is? Can you get her to safety?"

The imp gives him a bit of an indignant sound before chattering about the gatehouse. That they can make it if they hurry. That it wasn't safe for her to be alone for long, especially weaponless.

She looks around as the imp speaks, an uneasy feeling settling over her. She takes a moment to raise the hood of her cloak, feeling the imp tug on the fabric of her skirts again - trying to lead her in a direction that differed slightly than before.

She channels all the energy she has into moving, even as her body begins to protest. Safety was key at the moment, trusting her instincts that something was not right in these woods.

Maglor nods once, sharply. "See that she gets to safety, small one, or it will go ill for you."

To Arwen, he gentles, saying "I think for the nonce at least, you may trust it - It will do no harm to one of the Rulers Shard-bearers, I think. And there are many things in the wood, many of which are not safe."

He pauses, calculating.

"Moonrise is soon. I will come for you then - I was granted an artifact that lets me return to any place I have been by moonlight - I will be there as soon as I may."

Forgetting something, Makalaure? asks Curufin archly, and he flushes, slightly.

"Ah... and forgive me, I have been sorely remiss. Poor though such a greeting be, I am Maglor, silmë."

The imp nods and tugs a little more enthusiastically than before to get her to move faster. It understands, the new motivation enough to push it to get her to safety before the orcs found them. It would be close, but doable if they kept their pace up.

She listens as they move, giving a nod of understanding.

"I shall wait for you there." Optimism clear in her voice that they might reach it before anything else found them. His name, though, confirms something she'd suspected - the seeming recognition, how quickly he'd been willing to help her. There was a connection there, something she was grateful for at the moment. A small light enters her eyes at the nickname, confirming what she already knew. She'd be safe with him.

"Thank you for your assistance Maglor, it is greatly appreciated." Knowing her father would be eternally grateful for him helping her in his absence.

With that, she continues moving through the trees, steps light and soundless as she attempts to limit how much attention she brought on herself. It takes a little time, the awareness of just how un-alone she truly was. The first orc showed its face just as they made it to the gatehouse - a small sigh of relief escaping what could have been incredibly unpleasant and life-threatening. She gives a small 'thank you' to the imp.

He would bring her mother or grandmother, but he would have had to have visited Treun and know where they are (also, the ring lets him take only one other). No, he decides in the end - He will bring her to his mother and brothers, and thence to the Station, as Galadriel, Idril and Celebrian will doubtless be returning there. Caer Glaem is the other option, of course (a part of him wonders how the Seelie Champion would react if he walked out of the shadows in her room, but the larger part of him squashes the impulse - he does not trust her, and he will not risk the life of Elrond and Celebrian's daughter for his own revenge) - but he does not know where it might be safe to bring her.

Once the moon rises he wastes no time in stepping through the shadows back to Caer Scima. He walks past the guards and orcs a Prince of the Noldor, haughty and proud, and none gainsay him when he demands to know where they house the Lady Arwen. (Only Maedhros and his mother would likely have known how much the appearance cost him, who is not quite recovered yet).

"Silmë?" He calls softly at her door.

The escort to her room had been unnerving to say the least, so much of her life spent sheltered from such creatures. Though she knew she could leave, she'd never felt so trapped before in her life.

And something told her this would not be her last time in this place. Last time crossing paths with dark creatures such as orcs.

She moves restlessly around the room, the book she'd had with her resting on one of the tables. There's a small sigh of relief at the sound from the other side of the door, quickly moving to open it - offering him a weary smile in response.

He is tall and still too pale - like her, he is not well (but his Light strengthens, with Maedhros and Nerdanel here) - but he is recovering. He stares in wonder when she opens the door, before remembering his manners and bowing.

She really does looks like Luthien murmurs Curufin but for Maglor, the only thing he notes is that oh, she has Elrond's eyes.

"Well met, Lady." He smiles quietly. "Tis a poor meeting and I grieve that you must be subject to it. You are unharmed?"

She takes in the sight of him, truly unmatched in her world - something to adjust to with time. She dips her head at his bow with a small curtsy, the response automatic.

"Thank you for coming." She knows she's not the only one grateful for his assistance, ready to leave this place. "I am unharmed. Do you need time to rest before departing?" She had the room, though the woodwork and colors are darker than that which she is accustomed to.

"That is good to hear."

He shakes his head, briefly, eyes taking in the suite.

"I am well - the artifact appears to function without requiring anything further of me than knowing where it is I wish to go. At the least they house you in suitable accommodation. Did you wish to leave now and is there ought you wished to bring with you? I may take only one other with me, but a small pack or similar is fine."

She lets out a small sound of understanding before retreating further into the room to gather a few things, mainly changes of clothes. It doesn't take long to pack them in the small canvas bag she'd found, taking the book she'd had with her off the table she'd set it on.

She adjusts the cloak slightly before turning to him. "I am ready." Hoping that she would not have to return here anytime soon.

Maglor uses the time to send his little ainsel to the infirmary, to fetch more salve for Maedhros' hands. When she is ready he smiles and offers her his hand (scarred and burnt but they are warm and gentle)

"I will take you to meet my mother first, I think, so that you will not need to be alone. And then... the station, I suppose, your mother and grandmother must be close to reaching it, by now."

She places her hand in his, hoping the chill she felt radiating from within didn't transfer to the temperature of her skin. She nods, appreciating his consideration. While she enjoyed solitude for times of tranquil thoughts, now was not such a time. Not with so much changing around her.

She does not hide the glimmer of relief that enters her eyes at the mention of her mother and grandmother, eager to see them.

"Where is your mother?"

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