Now what? Of rooms and rings

[frodofigment]

~shuts the door behind himself, pausing to take a long look around the strangely unfamiliar room. It had been familiar when his mother had occupied the room, but now...it seemed he'd not seen it before in his life. Sighs, sitting down on the bed, listening to the queer silence of the room, feeling how it seems oddly....void. Looks down at his hands

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[ivybracegirdle]

*knocks on the door*

[frodofigment]

Come in, Ivy.

[ivybracegirdle]

Thank you. I'm glad I'm not the only one from home here...I feel so out of place. I'm also, apparently, not the only amnesiac. *smiles* Mind if I sit and listen?

[frodofigment]

Go ahead, take a seat. You're not an amnesiac, you have memories all of your own. You're just confused because I've told you you've been here before. In a way that's true...a hobbit that carried your name was here. A hobbit that you used to be. I had to edit you, however. The Realm registered an error in you when we were trying to get things back in order...it almost destroyed you on its own. A few others were lost...Samwise, and Bilbo...not to return, and others were lost but will find their way again. Smaug, Sméagol....my mother, I hope. You were the easiest to find because you couldn't drift as far....I repaired what I could, and rebuilt. I expected you would come back here, though. It is easy to get here, and I believe you will enjoy yourself. Perhaps you have the faintest trace of memory of this place. No, not this smial but this...world.