It almost seemed a shame for even one strand of Galadriel's golden hair to be separated from her head. But even on its own, it was quite the sight. Strong as could be, she noted, as it was tied to the arrowhead and dropped into the icy water.

And then she refocused, hearing Galadriel's words, but frowning as if she didn't understand then.

"Kinslayings?" she asked. "You mean... family killing family?" It sounded awful. The Lord of Night meant nothing to her, though she supposed night was meant to suggest the unknown things that creep about at night. Dangerous things. Ellana knew that, but she always enjoyed the quiet of nighttime, when she could be alone with her thoughts and just look up at the stars.