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[inafadingcrown]

[As usual, Galadriel appears on the tablet looking like a queen about to address her people. Taking things far too seriously? Maybe.]

I realize that there has been no shortage of apologies share since the rather unfortunate...disruptions of time. Nonetheless, I feel obliged to offer my own, along with an explanation. I was born as Artanis and for a great many years that is what I was called. There was no deceit intended in any recent introductions, I assure you. It has been long since I have been called by that name, however. Most now know me as the Lady Galadriel and I would prefer to be addressed as such. I regret any confusion this may have caused.

[Private to Arthur Pendragon and Guinevere]

[You have no idea how long it took her to private this. Technology is so hard.]

I realize we made certain arrangements whilst I was...not quite myself. While it has been quite some time since I have put my swordwork to serious use, I daresay I am much more skilled at instruction than I once was and a great deal more patient. I will hold to my word, if you wish it.

[Private to Elissa Cousland/actiony-ish thing]

[Just kidding, this isn’t a real filter. But there is a bottle of the finest wine Galadriel could scrounge up left outside your door with a simple note stating only who it is for and signed "with warm regards- Artanis." She's sorry for the unintended intrusion.]

[Private to Celebrían/Action]

[Just kidding, this isn’t a real filter either. This is your mommy knocking on your door to check on you. Because she’s worried.]

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[ladyspitfire]

[But she hears it as one who has lost would, and she nods faintly in understanding.]

I am lucky to have him. I cannot see him often any longer, though I try to visit him once a year. He's alone in our castle, the last of our line until he re-marries and has another child.

[inafadingcrown]

["Last of our line." "Re-marries." "has another child." She hears the history there, but once again she holds her tongue. No sense in opening old wounds more than they already have.]

What is his name?

[ladyspitfire]

Fergus.

[And there's a quiet pride in her voice, because even if she misses him and will never be able to spend more than a few days at a time in his company (should she return, even), she still loves him and admires what he's done.]

[inafadingcrown]

[She recognizes the tone. It's enough to make her smile into her cup.]

A strong name, like your own. Fitting.

[ladyspitfire]

[She smiles faintly.]

Our parents were strong people. My father fought with the king in the war. He was one of two Teyrns, the other being the king's most trusted ally.

[inafadingcrown]

A Teyrn is a high lord of some sort, I assume?

[ladyspitfire]

Yes. There's two in Ferelden: my father and Loghain Mac Tir, though that's no longer the case. Fergus is Teyrn in my father's stead and there are no Mac Tirs to reclaim the title, as Anora is queen.

[inafadingcrown]

The elven kingdoms that remain in Middle Earth are not nearly so large as to require that manner of management. I do believe such customs continue in some of the kingdoms of Men, but I am less certain than I ought to be.