"Not exactly, but it was just as shocking to us as that might've been," Galadriel ceded. The dark water swirled and bobbed around the golden lines that held their make-shift hooks. Galadriel watched it for a moment before looking at Ellana properly.
"There was an elf, in the earliest of days, who was perhaps the greatest smith who ever lived. He forged great treasures and lost them to a thief. Those of his house swore a dreadful oath; they vowed to regain them, at any and all cost...much of the tragedy in Arda has its roots in Fëanor's folly."
It was strangely satisfying to see two strands of her hair glittering at so mundane a task, one handed freely to a Dalish elf who couldn't be even half a century, while talking of Fëanor. She had denied him what she shared easily with Ellana and, if nothing else, that was a cheerful thought.
"Each of the Kinslayings were brought to bear by Fëanor or his sons; they were bloody, terrible battles where elves slew elves and left only flame and sorrow in their wake."
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"There was an elf, in the earliest of days, who was perhaps the greatest smith who ever lived. He forged great treasures and lost them to a thief. Those of his house swore a dreadful oath; they vowed to regain them, at any and all cost...much of the tragedy in Arda has its roots in Fëanor's folly."
It was strangely satisfying to see two strands of her hair glittering at so mundane a task, one handed freely to a Dalish elf who couldn't be even half a century, while talking of Fëanor. She had denied him what she shared easily with Ellana and, if nothing else, that was a cheerful thought.
"Each of the Kinslayings were brought to bear by Fëanor or his sons; they were bloody, terrible battles where elves slew elves and left only flame and sorrow in their wake."