The address is uncommon enough that Galadriel pauses, again, at his question. Rarely has she ever met a mortal, or even an elf, who so eagerly pursued her craft. Whether that was because she was so well known in Arda, or because the crafts were difficult, she could not say, but this man wished to learn.
"I have never trained a smith in these arts," Galadriel prefaces gradually, a shade of hesitance in her own tone, then, "though it is a skill that has its origins in their ways...."
Was it wise to instruct him in this? She was a master of such enchantments but a smith could learn, could exercise skills that would, in the end, far outstrip her own. She didn't know if he had the will, or the proficiency, and without reading his heart it was difficult to determine his disposition. He did not seem...dangerous, though she could hardly claim that she had leveled her full focus upon him.
She regards him silently for a moment, considers the quiet eagerness in his eyes, in the set of his shoulders, and wise or not, comes to her decision.
"Very well. If you wish to know it, I will teach you," she agrees. "Though I suspect this particular example is too far along to serve as a lesson. Once it is finished, we can begin anew."
A slight crease settles between her brows as she stares at him, but still she is reluctant to break her vow to Adelaide. She will not read his heart, not lightly.
"Is it concealment you wish to grant, or something else? It will be difficult to imbue power into your first works, moreso if you are undecided in your course."
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"I have never trained a smith in these arts," Galadriel prefaces gradually, a shade of hesitance in her own tone, then, "though it is a skill that has its origins in their ways...."
Was it wise to instruct him in this? She was a master of such enchantments but a smith could learn, could exercise skills that would, in the end, far outstrip her own. She didn't know if he had the will, or the proficiency, and without reading his heart it was difficult to determine his disposition. He did not seem...dangerous, though she could hardly claim that she had leveled her full focus upon him.
She regards him silently for a moment, considers the quiet eagerness in his eyes, in the set of his shoulders, and wise or not, comes to her decision.
"Very well. If you wish to know it, I will teach you," she agrees. "Though I suspect this particular example is too far along to serve as a lesson. Once it is finished, we can begin anew."
A slight crease settles between her brows as she stares at him, but still she is reluctant to break her vow to Adelaide. She will not read his heart, not lightly.
"Is it concealment you wish to grant, or something else? It will be difficult to imbue power into your first works, moreso if you are undecided in your course."