The answer that comes to her is a strange one, it is a blend of what is and what was. Had she actually been in this time, in this place, she would have replied differently, her answer longer and the meaning less clear, but this is a distant memory couched in a dream and time is strange here.
"Toward the dawn," she says, her own breath freezing in the air before her the very moment it leaves her lips. There is a brittle quality to the world as she speaks but she doesn't seem to notice it. "Across the sea to Middle-earth and to all that matters in this world."
It is a cryptic answer but only by omission. Even here she cannot recall the whole of her life at once, but the reminder of Middle-earth does spark something in the darkness beyond them. A distant glimmer flashes against the sky, bisected by what might be the horizon. Below, the ice groans and grinds in heaving waves.
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"Toward the dawn," she says, her own breath freezing in the air before her the very moment it leaves her lips. There is a brittle quality to the world as she speaks but she doesn't seem to notice it. "Across the sea to Middle-earth and to all that matters in this world."
It is a cryptic answer but only by omission. Even here she cannot recall the whole of her life at once, but the reminder of Middle-earth does spark something in the darkness beyond them. A distant glimmer flashes against the sky, bisected by what might be the horizon. Below, the ice groans and grinds in heaving waves.