It almost feels as though the breath is stolen from her lungs for a moment, and Ellana wavers on her feet, head spinning. Closing her eyes, she draws in a slow, deep breath, realizing she feels right in her own skin again. Her eyes reopen at Galadriel's words, and she looks out where the elf's gaze sadly lies.

"If it's anything like the brooch, then yes, probably. Otherwise we'd see it shining or feel its power from here, wouldn't we?"