She is slower than the mirror-faced snake, and for some reason it is choosing to chase her, and she is not in dense enough forest to lose it by going up a tree or between a couple too narrowly spaced for it. So it catches her before emergency services can turn up.
And then she is somewhere else, in a not particularly attractive room next to a person who looks sort of off somehow.
"Excuse me," she says, taking a step out of his personal space.
"I don't know but it's suggestive, isn't it - mine had a mirror for a face, and it was black, and -"
"How do you mean you tried to osanwë me it? I'm an Elf, not an Ainu, and you don't have a chip -"
"That's what our osanwë runs on, it's not magic like Maia or Vala osanwë. I can talk to other Elves, or orcs, but not you."
"The pharaoh mentioned a couple other things that sounded inconsistent, too."
"I live on Valinor myself. And the Valar have made mental edits to dead people in the past, with their leave but frankly indefensibly blinkered definitions of 'leave', but they've learned more since then and stopped. My Arda's never had humans, either, and I'm very confident I'd know, unless I suppose they appeared since I arrived here."
"With again not very comprehensive standards of consent, since people will sometimes ask for things just because their parents are scandalized, but it wasn't a reign of terror."
"No! He's in prison! I visited him to interview him for a book six Years ago!"
"I'm sorry you didn't like your Arda, it sounds much less pleasant."
"Oh, it was nice for a while. Friendly singy Elves showering me with magical presents and catering to my every need so I'd be freed up to kill their evil god for them, very gratifying."
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