"So now you're making fun of me," he replies, willing to let her smile be infectious, "I see how it is."

Love, so strong a word. He couldn't see the merely part of it, that thing so large, and with such power, that it could change everything about the world, and barely be noticed doing so. But he could smile for Galadriel, and let the story lie. Sorrel would go over it all later, in his head, and decide how he felt, studying it the way he'd studied under his Keeper. And then he might have some questions.

But not, he thought, today.

"Tell me what that means? Mellon nin."