Once she was released, Beleth straightened up, quickly wiping away the remnants of any tears with the heel of her hand. Crying?? No, there was just. Dust in her eye. "I saw a woman," Beleth admitted, "One who looked like you. Tall and fair, and--Incredible."

She hesitates for a moment, then glances up to look at Galadriel. "...Arda feels like a story--like something the hahrens told the children around the campfire at night. We hear about Arlathan, but..." She shrugs. "...I wanted to see it. That's why I didn't wake you up. I'm glad I got to see Lady Melian." Even if it was offset by the terrible things that followed.

"What happened to her?" Curiosity drives her to wonder, for Galadriel spoke of Melian as if she was no longer there. What could happened to someone so great, so fair?