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[ringbearer]

[ it's been a considerably long time since frodo made any contact with the network. times before he asked for companions, questions on stories, but instead there is silence. it's no secret he's kept much to him self in the passing months. even to those he'd call friend.

there's no denying that the person on the screen is haggard, shadows beneath his eyes and overall looking far from well. when he speaks it's distant, as if not quite present. frodo knows the risk, especially with him on board. his voice is like brittle paper. ]

I know some of you have magic. I'd like to know..

[it seems as if even coming to thoughts is difficult. a pause. ]

Is there any magic on this ship capable of weakening something else? Making it less potent -- anything that could restrain an object even a little..

[ wearily: ]

Should you know anything, anything at all .. I'd like to discuss it. Privately.

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[ringbearer]

[ it's so ill-suited for the lady of the golden wood to appear at his door. she shines too brightly to be in such closed quarters, the green of the grass and the breath of life suits her, not this metallic cell.

he greets her with a bow, not forgetting his manners, blue eyes heavy with respect and..gratitude. ]

My Lady. There is tea ready for you.

[ he opens the door, stepping aside to let her enter ]

[inafadingcrown]

[She enters with a little nod and a soft smile.] You did not go to too much trouble, I hope. I came, after all, to see to your welfare.