The animal struggled at the end of the line. It was not a large fish, but it did not lack for strength. After a moment it went still and, as it did, she looked sidelong at Ellana once more.
In truth she had expected everything below the ice would have starved ere the Inquisition arrived; to discover she had been wrong was truly a pleasant surprise. It had not occurred to her that she would have caught more than one fish, if that, and so she hadn't wondered how to carry them. If she'd caught one so quickly, it was a grand sign and she might be forced to suffer some inconvenience for not thinking more wishfully.
"I do not," Galadriel answered, pleasantly baffled, "I suppose I shall need to retrieve one, should we catch too many more."
She unhooked the fish from the end of her line and weighed it idly in her hand. It was heavy and seemed far healthier than it ought. Perhaps the river basin was not as sealed as she believed? If that was the case, fishing might be plentiful. She could thread the creatures together on the line, or sacrifice her bow to skewer them if it came to it. If they were so successful, she would hardly mourn the loss of one poorly wrought weapon.
"Please, take this and I shall fashion another," Galadriel said absently as she passed the makeshift fishing pole to Ellana. She still carried a few arrows, in case she happened upon larger prey, and she immediately set about dismantling one for its parts.
"Tis such a grim memory, I hardly expected it to yield any bounty at all," she added as she stripped off the arrowhead and the fletching. "If we are lucky, I may be proved more foolish before we've finished."
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In truth she had expected everything below the ice would have starved ere the Inquisition arrived; to discover she had been wrong was truly a pleasant surprise. It had not occurred to her that she would have caught more than one fish, if that, and so she hadn't wondered how to carry them. If she'd caught one so quickly, it was a grand sign and she might be forced to suffer some inconvenience for not thinking more wishfully.
"I do not," Galadriel answered, pleasantly baffled, "I suppose I shall need to retrieve one, should we catch too many more."
She unhooked the fish from the end of her line and weighed it idly in her hand. It was heavy and seemed far healthier than it ought. Perhaps the river basin was not as sealed as she believed? If that was the case, fishing might be plentiful. She could thread the creatures together on the line, or sacrifice her bow to skewer them if it came to it. If they were so successful, she would hardly mourn the loss of one poorly wrought weapon.
"Please, take this and I shall fashion another," Galadriel said absently as she passed the makeshift fishing pole to Ellana. She still carried a few arrows, in case she happened upon larger prey, and she immediately set about dismantling one for its parts.
"Tis such a grim memory, I hardly expected it to yield any bounty at all," she added as she stripped off the arrowhead and the fletching. "If we are lucky, I may be proved more foolish before we've finished."