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CHARACTERS: Galadriel, Fili, Jaye, Legolas, Eric, Tauriel, Luthien, Godric, Ori, Robb, Arya, and potentially more!
LOCATION: The hallways and bowels of the ship
WARNINGS: Potential signs of psychological and physical violence
SUMMARY: Thranduil has been taken. A group has assembled itself to get him back. But with no idea where Morgoth has stolen him off to or how to get to, they are left stumbling in the dark, searching for any clues that might lead them on the right trail.
NOTES: There will be three threads where those who have signed up for the match will be grouped together. But anyone who would like is more than welcome to create their own threads to do their own searching/talking about the happenings of this plot! (Also I am tired and I cannot think of anything better for cut text so if anyone wants to plurk me with something let me know in the meantime this is what we are stuck with I am sorry sob.)

Those that are participating will be interacting with their group mates and conducting their own searches on smaller scales, since one large thread is not exactly feasible. Groups will be given the opportunity to come across clues as to what's happening to him and his whereabouts although unless previously arranged they will not be finding Thranduil and Morgoth themselves.

Shortly after Thranduil had been taken, Nuada had sent a simple message out to all of the elves, and eventually the word spread around to all those who considered themselves Thranduil's people: Thranduil has been taken. Morgoth.

They had gathered then in the gardens, to collect their thoughts and try and wrap their minds around it. And a decision was made, to search. There were those of course with their reservations against the idea - Elrond in particular. But when it came down to a choice between sitting and waiting for Thranduil to be returned in whatever state he might be, or heading off to see if they could find him themselves, there was no question which route Thranduil's people would take.

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"Nymeria could."

Arya hangs back from the rest. She strokes the back of her wolf's neck with slow, even movements. Neither attempts to penetrate further into the room than they have. Arya would not risk Nymeria's paws on a glass-covered floor and it's better too to maintain some distance. The scent of blood and a monster, the dismal feeling that remains in the air, they put the animal on edge.

The girl has her long brown hair tied back in a leather cord. There is nothing to hide her pallor, yet she appears composed. Even the tone with which she speaks is smooth as summer silk. She studies the consequences to the room with queer detachment. She does not try to mask her emotions; she doesn't feel anything. Not now, even though she knows she should. Fear, perhaps, urgency. Instead, her fingers card numbly through Nymeria's long fur.

"As can I," Godric offers, nodding respectfully at Arya and her wolf. "Which will be helpful if the trail splits. We can take both paths at once."

Godric knows Arya, or knows another version of her who was on the ship earlier. This Arya does not know him, but it hardly matters. A young human girl she may be, but her tenacity and spirit is nothing to be underestimated. What she lacks in physical strength, Godric and the dwarves can more than make up for, should they find their quarry.

"I'll travel in front with you and your wolf, in case we should be attacked from the front," he says to Arya, then turns his attention to Fili and Ori. "You two travel behind and keep watch at our backs."

It isn't really a suggestion, but nor is it phrased as an order. He looks to his companions for their approval.

Fili normally would question the other man; he did not know him well, but knew enough of him to be distrustful. But still, this was for Thranduil, and they did not have time for debate. Godric and Arya had the skills of tracking, which Fili and Ori did not. So he instead gave a curt nod, looking over at Ori to ensure that he was fine with this, as well. He was happy to have his cousin with him, even if this was not the best circumstance.

"Morgoth has a weapon--something of dwarven make. I would take heed to listen carefully, especially if the smell of blood gets strong." He did not want them stepping into a trap.