At this, Galadriel let out a short, startled laugh like a chime. It caused an arch of pain up her side and she grimaced before shooting Gwenaëlle a Look. When she spoke again, it was not aloud but across the distance between them, her voice resounding evenly and without fatigue within the human woman's mind.

He has told you little of me, then. Be not wary, Gwenaëlle, there are few who hold secrets more closely than I, and fewer still who hold more secrets.

She shook her head as they started down the stairs gingerly, still casually balancing with Gwenaëlle's arm tucked into hers, and heads for the downstairs and the servers below.

"The Eldar do not discuss the personal matters of others, as a rule. Do not mistake my confiding in you today for...standard conversation."

Ah, but that gives her some pause. Now the insistance that she share Elrond and Celebrian's private affairs makes some sense.

"And though I begin to understand your concern, please do not share what I have told you with your...big elf for he knew both my daughter and her husband and I would not have it brought up casually. I will speak with him, when I have the fortitude to share such things."