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[inafadingcrown]

[The video feed flips on, focusing (after a few seconds of jostling around) on Galadriel, sitting on the steps of the Initiative Hold, her sheathed sword beside her. Having just finished training, she’s attired appropriately, wearing a simple dress and with her hair braided and wound about her head- displaying those pointed ears quite prominently for those who might have missed them before.]

I grow weary of the constant grey here. It is overlong since I have heard a running stream or seen the sunlight filtered through the forest canopy.

Tell me, those of you who have journeyed outside this city: does greenery yet remain in this world? It would do my heart well even to hear of it.

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[ladyspitfire]

I know...of her and we've met briefly, but I did not meet here back in my home. She is one of the Dalish. She seems very sweet.

[And scatterbrained. It's cute.]

Arda?

[inafadingcrown]

She does. [Adorable. You don't meet that many Tolkien elves who are that enthusiastic. Age tends to beat that down.]

It is the Elvish name for my world- most you meet will call it simply "Middle-Earth." It is not precisely the same, but it is close enough for our purposes.

[ladyspitfire]

What is the real meaning of your word?

[inafadingcrown]

It includes also Valinor, the Undying Lands, whereas the term "Middle-Earth" does not. I do not think there is a word for the whole in the common tongue, for mortals have little reason to speak of it.

[ladyspitfire]

Why wouldn't they? Do they not know of your home, or are they so far separated from those like you that they are not permitted to know it?

[inafadingcrown]

They know of the Undying Lands, certainly, but only as one knows of something distant and unattainable- they are closed to them, with rare exception.

Thus, when they speak of our world,"Middle-Earth" suffices for them, more oft than not.