Watching him offer silent greeting felt somewhat surreal. It was a simple gesture, made with ease and a sharp, telling sort of grace. It had been barely any time at all since she had been in Lorien, mere months since she had last been greeted this way, and yet the familiarity of it, however brief, made her take pause. The human beside them was alarmed and drew himself tall as Thranduil's attention shifted from him; when Thranduil took her hands, the human began to make his escape, backing away from the both of them gradually. The leery look he leveled at them persisted until he was well and truly out of sight.
"I do, though I suspect you may find it wanting," she replied and drew a hand free to gesture at the largest building in the small town. "Come, and once we have chased away the chill, you must tell me how long you have walked these lands."
This situation should not have been as strange as it was. It had been some time since she had last spoken to him, at least in person, but not so long that she should be stunned by the very sight of him. To find him here was odd, truly, but not without precedent. She had not been so staggered by Samwise Gamgee--or perhaps she had. It was hard to recall how she had felt; the hobbit had charged straight into her and nearly toppled her over as he embraced her legs.
Galadriel moved alongside Thranduil and remained there as she ushered him toward the "Gull and Lantern". The tavern was, perhaps, the least perishable of the buildings in Redcliffe. The windows were lit gold and red, welcoming as and warm as the firelight within. The doors were open and the snow drifted away as the heat rose up around the roof. It was not until they arrived that she realized she had not released his hand.
"I have met many elves in this place, though they are...removed from themselves." She released his hand and immediately felt as though he had moved far away. The distance that yawned between them, even as it did not, was fairly disconcerting. "I cannot sense their fëar at all, but we are not entirely alone in Thedas."
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"I do, though I suspect you may find it wanting," she replied and drew a hand free to gesture at the largest building in the small town. "Come, and once we have chased away the chill, you must tell me how long you have walked these lands."
This situation should not have been as strange as it was. It had been some time since she had last spoken to him, at least in person, but not so long that she should be stunned by the very sight of him. To find him here was odd, truly, but not without precedent. She had not been so staggered by Samwise Gamgee--or perhaps she had. It was hard to recall how she had felt; the hobbit had charged straight into her and nearly toppled her over as he embraced her legs.
Galadriel moved alongside Thranduil and remained there as she ushered him toward the "Gull and Lantern". The tavern was, perhaps, the least perishable of the buildings in Redcliffe. The windows were lit gold and red, welcoming as and warm as the firelight within. The doors were open and the snow drifted away as the heat rose up around the roof. It was not until they arrived that she realized she had not released his hand.
"I have met many elves in this place, though they are...removed from themselves." She released his hand and immediately felt as though he had moved far away. The distance that yawned between them, even as it did not, was fairly disconcerting. "I cannot sense their fëar at all, but we are not entirely alone in Thedas."