[Galadriel absently scratches the small dog behind the ear as Merrill works to free her hair. She knows the task of keeping wisdom is charged to Keepers, she had already been told as much, but knowing that the First is apprenticed to them is a new insight. Why one might leave a clan, or release themselves from an apprenticeship, she cannot say.]
Ah, hannon'llye, I think I am beginning to understand.
[Barkley, unable to wiggle to his heart's content, decides that playing with Galadriel's fingers is suddenly of the utmost importance. His little teeth and halfhearted chewing are cuter than they are troublesome and Galadriel simply laughs as she humors the pup.]
Do the keepers of lore usually travel with such fierce guardians? [She wiggles her fingers in front of Barkley's nose and he snaps, powerlessly at them.] Oromë húnnái? Raxonna ett'uin?
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Ah, hannon'llye, I think I am beginning to understand.
[Barkley, unable to wiggle to his heart's content, decides that playing with Galadriel's fingers is suddenly of the utmost importance. His little teeth and halfhearted chewing are cuter than they are troublesome and Galadriel simply laughs as she humors the pup.]
Do the keepers of lore usually travel with such fierce guardians? [She wiggles her fingers in front of Barkley's nose and he snaps, powerlessly at them.] Oromë húnnái? Raxonna ett'uin?