"I had never noticed before...that stone holds a chill so easily," Galadriel admitted distractedly and cast a glance at the hall around them. Her arm settled over Ellana's shoulder and, thoughtlessly, Galadriel drew the elf against her side. "Why men are so enamored of dead stone, I suspect I will never know."
She glanced down, then, at Ellana who had helped to steady her, and her brow furrowed just slightly. She had asked her a question--was she in pain?
"Do not worry. I am not in pain," Galadriel assured her but, distracted as she was, she would not resist Ellana's urging one direction or another. "I am merely cold and weary and given to wandering--"
The word drew her up short and, for a second Galadriel was struck silent. The moment passed and, as it did, Galadriel's easy smile was replaced by something more somber.
"They watch me too closely, mellon nin, and I am not myself. I doubt I would be able to slip from sight as I am, and I would likely be...unkind if forced to remain. I will find no rest with the clanking of plate and mail alongside me."
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She glanced down, then, at Ellana who had helped to steady her, and her brow furrowed just slightly. She had asked her a question--was she in pain?
"Do not worry. I am not in pain," Galadriel assured her but, distracted as she was, she would not resist Ellana's urging one direction or another. "I am merely cold and weary and given to wandering--"
The word drew her up short and, for a second Galadriel was struck silent. The moment passed and, as it did, Galadriel's easy smile was replaced by something more somber.
"They watch me too closely, mellon nin, and I am not myself. I doubt I would be able to slip from sight as I am, and I would likely be...unkind if forced to remain. I will find no rest with the clanking of plate and mail alongside me."