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[unheir]

Well, I'm certainly the more favourable choice, even if this decision is vastly deplorable.

You realise I am no easy task manager? I am somewhat apprehensive of the early timeline which you are taking me from. I understand that you would prefer me happy rather than angered, but it does cause me concern that you can so easily by-pass events which are important to me. I also understand that this can be changed, but your pacing causes me some great impatience.

I will, however, persevere, and no doubt be clueless. You have left me with little choice, so let us both get on with it.

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[thesecutethings]

Perhaps if it will lead you to be happier, not experiencing those important events is the better option.

[unheir]

But they make me, me. I'm reluctant to use the word destiny, but I feel it is most apt here.

[thesecutethings]

Some destinies are best to be avoided, however.

[unheir]

I have never been one to run away.

[thesecutethings]

It's certainly an admirable trait!

[longshanks]

[ He has to do a momentary double-take; the dark hair and fair complexion is similar, but ... He really needs to stop seeing Arwen when he wants to. ]

I am told, lady, that we may yet find ourselves sharing each others company at length.

[unheir]

[Likewise, she does a double-take. Almost-similar to Lancelot is enough to warrant a raised eyebrow (even if Aragorn is more similar to Gwaine). ]

I have been told a similar tale. Your name, sir?

[longshanks]

Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Chieftain of the Dúnedain.

[ Well, this is all very odd. At least they can both coast through on manners, a hand touching his breast when he bows slightly. ]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[Well. This could be less awkward. Why are you shoving him in here, mun?]

It's not as if those events are completely brushed aside. You just... won't know they happened yet.

[unheir]

I suppose that would suit you, wouldn't it?

[Boy hero, etc etc etc. ]

[unheir]

A pleasure.

[Odd, yes. But the stuffy formalities are familiar - small talk can happen later. She curtsies, briefly, giving a small nod. ]

I am Lady Morgana, ward of Uther Pendragon.

[Future Queen, goes unsaid because the fourth wall is a funny business. Also one can never be too careful about who is listening in. ]

[longshanks]

[ LOL qurl, who da fuq is Uther. ]

I hope our future meeting goes smoothly. Already, I have the map of the kingdoms in my possession. Which would you hail from?

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Might, might not.

[unheir]

Oh don't play coy, Merlin.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Hm? I'm not.

[unheir]

[An ass. ]

As do I.

[She won't admit to being intimidated by the new landscape; certainly not to a stranger. ]

Nowhere that is like home, that is for certain.

[unheir]

It has always baffled me how you always seem to talk but say little at all.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[He gives a quick laugh, more of a breath, and shrugs.]

Others would probably say the same.

[longshanks]

A lady such as you will not have to look far for a suitable house, any in Gondor or Rohan with honour would extend their patronage.

[ Hmm. ]

You may even find yourself amongst the elves.

[unheir]

I don't doubt it.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

It's one of my few talents. Talking nonsense.

Supposedly.

[unheir]

[Whoa hold the phone, honey badger don't care about fancy things-]

Elves, you say?

[unheir]

Did Arthur tell you that?

[longshanks]

Aye, fair folk. In Lothlórien or Rivendell, with any luck the fates shall spare you the dark depths of Mirkwood.

[unheir]

[Magic folk.

She's composed, even if she is brimming with excitement under it all- okay. Maybe a small grin. ]

I'm quite apt at handling myself, you needn't worry.