"That is not so strange a fear, that your mother, that your loved ones will find your choices lacking," Galadriel reassured her. "Indeed, it is one I have felt for countless years, one that I feel even now.

"It is a difficult feeling to move through. It borders grief and longing so closely that, at times, it can seem indistinguishable from either of them."

Beleth calmed, gradually, and her gaze listed as she did. It was a shame and, in the moment, Galadriel was tempted to redirect her gaze, to place a hand on Beleth's face. She refrained; they were not so close that she could do such things, but the temptation lingered.

"But it would serve you to remember--serve us both to remember--that even the smallest actions can have a profound effect on the world. For all my years and power, it is not I who was fated to save my homeland. Aiding the Dalish is no small task, but it is not unbelievable that you could have a hand in the very heart of it.

"You are brave and true, Beleth. I can see it in your heart. You will do much."