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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]

[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.]