"My mother?" Galadriel repeated and both her brows rose just slightly. She considered the question in silence for a moment.
"My family is, perhaps, not ideal for comparisons," she admitted in a tone that was, if nothing else, extremely diplomatic. Beleth toyed with her scarf, her unease palpable, and Galadriel took pity on her.
"My mother's name is Eärwen. She was of the house of Olwë, niece of the king of the Sindar. My father is the son of the High King of the Noldor, king of the elves in the West.
"She is many things: beautiful, gracious, and lovely of voice, but her relationship with her children, with our family was...complex, when last I knew her mind. It is difficult to explain, but I will attempt it."
Galadriel ushered Beleth by the shoulder toward the gazebo. It was a more private location, enclosed on all sides by ivy and leaves; she expected it would be a comfort for her (if not for Galadriel, herself) to have this conversation in a less open space.
"Before the world fell into darkness, there was little reason for us to quarrel. When the first great tragedies occurred, however, our family was near the center of them all. I broke away from my parents, along with my brothers, and for my ambition I defied both her, my father, and the gods themselves. Of all of them, I suspect she was angriest. I was her only daughter, now her only living child, if she even knows of our fates."
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"My family is, perhaps, not ideal for comparisons," she admitted in a tone that was, if nothing else, extremely diplomatic. Beleth toyed with her scarf, her unease palpable, and Galadriel took pity on her.
"My mother's name is Eärwen. She was of the house of Olwë, niece of the king of the Sindar. My father is the son of the High King of the Noldor, king of the elves in the West.
"She is many things: beautiful, gracious, and lovely of voice, but her relationship with her children, with our family was...complex, when last I knew her mind. It is difficult to explain, but I will attempt it."
Galadriel ushered Beleth by the shoulder toward the gazebo. It was a more private location, enclosed on all sides by ivy and leaves; she expected it would be a comfort for her (if not for Galadriel, herself) to have this conversation in a less open space.
"Before the world fell into darkness, there was little reason for us to quarrel. When the first great tragedies occurred, however, our family was near the center of them all. I broke away from my parents, along with my brothers, and for my ambition I defied both her, my father, and the gods themselves. Of all of them, I suspect she was angriest. I was her only daughter, now her only living child, if she even knows of our fates."