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[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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[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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[More than one tear slips from Celebrían's eyes as her daughter answers, and in one piece thankfully. Unharmed by the beasts she knows lingers in those woods.]

It will be alright, I promise. Maglor will bring you to me and we can meet with your grandmother and Idril later.

[Oh, how unfair is it that they're so far apart now? All she wants to do is wipe away her daughters tears and hold her tight.]

As I have missed you.

[She had thought seeing her beloved had been difficult over such a small device, but this was almost unbearable. She holds the locket a little tighter, knowing it wouldn't be much longer before she could see her. She could be patient, wait however long she needed as long as she knew she she would be seeing her mother again. Able to touch her, hold her - tell her of all that had passed since her departure.

She gives a small sniffle, wiping at a tear as she focuses on the name.]

Idril is here?

[One she thought she would never meet. Much like the Feanorions. Her time here already has been overwhelming, more than she could have ever been prepared for.]

[It'll be much sooner than she realizes. Celebrían plans on wasting no time at all getting to the Station. And she knows her horse can handle a day or two of hard riding, so long as they take a break, to get to the fairy rings and to the Station. If she's particularly determined and her horse is in a good enough mood, a day may be the most she has to wait before Arwen is in her arms.]

She is. The monarchs here have little concept of time, it seems. And no respect for those who had passed. [Celebrimbor had been among the Seelie with her when she and Galadriel had arrived.]

She and your grandmother will likely meet us at the Station once they've done everything they need to at Caer Glaem.

[She could patiently wait a day or longer for something she never thought she'd have the chance to do again.]

With the presence of the Feanorians, I cannot say I am surprised by the lengths they are willing to go to.

Will we be staying at the station long?

[Since she is of another court, she does not let herself hope too much that they might be able to stay together. At least until she found a way to change.]

Nor am I and I do not like these lengths. It does not bode well for what they may do in the future.

[Imagine if they grew so bold as to draw the Valar into this war of theirs. No. No, actually don't. That would be so bad.]

As long as we desire. The Station is neutral ground for now and so whatever our court alliance, it will not matter. [She's thinking the same.] And if ever if turns to one side or the other, we will make our own way.

[Because no one, not the monarchs or faeries or imps, will keep her and her daughter apart.]

Then I suppose all we can do is wait for Maglor to bring me there.

[There's a bit of relief at the mention of it being neutral ground, glad to hear that her mother was just as determined as she was to not lose each other again. There would be time to discuss the future, how important their time here together would be.

The thought brings another tear to her eye, quickly wiping at it in the hopes that it might go unnoticed.]

How will you be reaching the station?

[It doesn't go unnoticed but it does go unmentioned. She can wipe away Arwen's tears, hold her, soon enough. Both just need to be patient somehow.

Celebrían doesn't want to be patient though. She wants her daughter in her arms now. She wants to know she's really here, that she can really reach out and hold her daughter again after so long. Years spent in Aman, thinking about the family she left behind, months spent here in Drabwurld, hating that being here kept her away from her best chance to see them again.]

I will use the fairy rings. You grandmother, Idril and I were already heading to the nearest one so we might return to Caer Glaem but I'll go to the Station through it instead.

Fairy rings.

[This was all so strange and with Aragorn here, with how much she longs to see him and the chill to her skin, it needed to be discussed.

Something she didn't want to have darken their reunion, though there might be little choice. The words almost slip out, quickly stopped by what little control she has left.]

I shall be there tomorrow after the moon rises.

I will explain in better detail when I see you.

[The fairy rings are still relatively new, just a few months old by now but in heavy use generally. The quickest method of travel to the farthest reaches of the Drabwurld.]

I look forward to it. Until then, my darling.

Until then, Nana.

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