001 | Video | Open to both Courts

[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]

She takes them offering a small thanks in return. She tests the weight, unsheathing the blade partially to inspect it before fastening it around her waist.

"It's beautiful. I hope I never have to use it."

Though that could change if she had to return to the Unseelie Court. Either way, she would be in desperate need of a brush up to hone her skills.

[bythewaves]

"As do I, but I learnt long ago not to trust to such a hope." Maglor nods. "Rest for tonight - we have guards enough to ensure that the camp is secure enough, and the Greenwood is a kinder forest than La Lorna."

[stillhope]

So that was its name... La Lorna. She tucks it away for later reference should she need it. Diola lle." She lets her gaze move to the fire for a moment, the flicker of the flames almost mesmerizing.

"How long have you dwelt in these lands?"

[bythewaves]

"I 'ell nîn." Maglor answers, switching easily to Sindarin, although his is archaic, if she takes the time to notice.

"They stole me to these lands some perhaps 8 months now, as they measure time here - I came with the first of what the native folk call this 'cycle' of Shardbearers, for there have been many before us, and some of those unfortunate ones are still here, even now."