driftfleet | 1. [video/action]

Who: Thranduil and open
Broadcast: Network, unfiltered
Action: Aboard the SS Pathstone and/or HS Marsiva
When: Friday and Saturday

[The video takes a second to focus after it comes on, and the person it is shooting looks mildly surprised for a moment that it seems to be working. He's tall, fair, and is wearing a crown made of autumn leaves and berries and sticks, and is clearly another elf. There's a moment before he speaks, and then he only asks one question.]

Is it true?

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[He had awoken, and to his own astonishment, had known where he was. He did usually know where he was when he woke up, of course, but he also had always known them before he did; this was the first time in waking up somewhere wholly unfamiliar and yet feeling certain he knew where he was and, more or less, what was going on. He was still a few moments before he pushed himself to his feet and slowly moved into the open, the fabric of his outermost robe sighing as it dragged across the unfamiliar-familiar floor. There was nothing outside, it seemed at the viewing port; it was dark as even the forest did not become, and more than that it was empty, but for the spray of stars that stretched in every direction.

He spends a little time wandering, in what space there is to wander, staring out the viewing ports every time he's near it.

It's the next day that he's taken to a ship, which is... unexpected. The confetti gets everywhere, and he's still trying to pick it all out of his hair as he begins to explore the ship, or try to.]

Threaded | Flat

I guess that depends on what "it" is?

[oh . . . it's an elf. Before she answers she pulls up the hood of her cloak, mostly out of habit. She doesn't much care about the opinions of others, but when it came to her "cousins", she walked a careful line when revealing what she was.

Even when she flips the video on, she's watching him carefully]

You will have to be more specific than that, I'm afraid.

[Clearly an elf- and an elf from Arda, unless Finrod misses his mark. There were others here, to be sure, but they all had some little variance, some small difference. The Eldar were distinct, at least to his eyes.

If he's right, that would make this the first person from home who he isn't related to. Which puts an interesting twist on things. But he'll ponder the implications later. First things first.]

Mad as it all may sound, yes, it is. [Because he's pretty sure he knows what 'it' is without asking.] We are a long way from home, my friend.

[ Maglor, of course, takes one look, goes pale, and goes to find his brother. Feanor is unknown - very few of the Sindar and Silvan know what the notorious gemsmith actually looked like, but Maedhros... Maedhros is unmistakable.

He has to find his brother first and warn him.

He doesn't know what the Elvenking might or might not do - it isn't as if he's interacted with Thranduil before, after all. He only knows of his existence from the tales told - but he does know that he probably hates them. ]

[ Thranduil.

The father of the elf she jokingly called her brother, a man she had spoken to often and cared about and, she imagines, won't remember anything to do with her. She doesn't even bother with hopig, shaking her head and focussing on trying to offer help instead. ]

The Atroma, and the fleet? It's true.

_{[ What is it with Atroma and elves lately? Well, ponder that some other time, poor guy looks like a kicked puppy. ]}

Which part? Being kidnapped by an unknown entity and floating around in space supposedly being broadcast on a live show to some universe? I would say about 95% of that is true.

(He really need not say a word. His scarred features are answer enough. Many of Thranduil's fears are true.)

It is likely.

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