"Yes," Galadriel confirmed and the word fell like a heavy weight between them.
Once, when the history was new, before all involved had passed into legend and been forgotten, she had held views that almost opposed Ellana's. Traveling to Middle Earth had done much to change how she viewed the world, to mature her opinions, but she had never taken the time to weigh the value of the silmarils against lives--they had been incidental, a beautiful craft made important by tragedy alone, and only their theft had made them the lynchpin of war.
To hear them dismissed so easily was...refreshing but unsettling.
Like a fresh breeze stirring through a long forgotten crypt.
Fen'Harel ma ghilana.
It was a very apt sentiment, in many ways, and one that Galadriel would remember from this point on.
"I fought in only one of the great battles of the First Age," Galadriel continued. "The very first kinslaying, where the FĂ«anorians attacked and slew my mother's kin to take control of their ships. I came upon them with my cousin's force, but we arrived too late to prevent either the bloodshed or the theft."
It was, perhaps, the shortest account of the Kinslaying of Aqualondë that she'd ever given. The story was far too long to burden Ellana with, not all at once, and she wasn't eager to recall it in great detail. Though the memory was older than the rising of the sun, it was still quite sharp in her mind, there was little that she'd forgotten. It had been the first hard lesson of so many.
"After that, I did not participate in the battles of that Age. Our foe was too great for any elf to slay, to attempt it was madness."
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Once, when the history was new, before all involved had passed into legend and been forgotten, she had held views that almost opposed Ellana's. Traveling to Middle Earth had done much to change how she viewed the world, to mature her opinions, but she had never taken the time to weigh the value of the silmarils against lives--they had been incidental, a beautiful craft made important by tragedy alone, and only their theft had made them the lynchpin of war.
To hear them dismissed so easily was...refreshing but unsettling.
Like a fresh breeze stirring through a long forgotten crypt.
Fen'Harel ma ghilana.
It was a very apt sentiment, in many ways, and one that Galadriel would remember from this point on.
"I fought in only one of the great battles of the First Age," Galadriel continued. "The very first kinslaying, where the FĂ«anorians attacked and slew my mother's kin to take control of their ships. I came upon them with my cousin's force, but we arrived too late to prevent either the bloodshed or the theft."
It was, perhaps, the shortest account of the Kinslaying of Aqualondë that she'd ever given. The story was far too long to burden Ellana with, not all at once, and she wasn't eager to recall it in great detail. Though the memory was older than the rising of the sun, it was still quite sharp in her mind, there was little that she'd forgotten. It had been the first hard lesson of so many.
"After that, I did not participate in the battles of that Age. Our foe was too great for any elf to slay, to attempt it was madness."