It was a strange comfort, hearing the stern, familiar tones of Vivienne de Fer, and Galadriel's mild smile was nearly reflexive. She regarded the human through the bars and inclined her head in mild greeting. Though her current trappings galled her, she had calmed her anger into something quieter and far more deadly. It was a simple matter to cover the sharp edge of her rage with politesse, and she did so with haste.

"I was confident that I would outlast any cell I could be cast into, but I did not realize just how near these cells would be to crumbling before I was placed within them," Galadriel informed her with a bland sort of distaste.