Her voice was heavy, rough and throaty from the weight of sleep--sleep now disturbed by his fumbling. There was little inflection in it, but her tone cleared as she opened her eyes and turned to regard him. Here, they were pale reflections of themselves, but she could see well enough in the dark to make him out.
"Cousin."
Galadriel unfolded her arm and beckoned to him, tiredly, with her unmarked hand. The Elessar had restored her skin to its full glory, but there was a weakness to her actions; the brooch burned too hot for her, now, and she had little to bolster her strength.
"Come, do not dance around me any longer."
Her expression was painfully neutral as she stared at him from her cot.
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Her voice was heavy, rough and throaty from the weight of sleep--sleep now disturbed by his fumbling. There was little inflection in it, but her tone cleared as she opened her eyes and turned to regard him. Here, they were pale reflections of themselves, but she could see well enough in the dark to make him out.
"Cousin."
Galadriel unfolded her arm and beckoned to him, tiredly, with her unmarked hand. The Elessar had restored her skin to its full glory, but there was a weakness to her actions; the brooch burned too hot for her, now, and she had little to bolster her strength.
"Come, do not dance around me any longer."
Her expression was painfully neutral as she stared at him from her cot.