[There is a long silence as Galadriel considers how to explain. This is a topic fraught with sensitive subjects and she knows not what Thranduil has said about them, if anything.]
Do you know of them? Maedhros and Maglor? Fingon?
They are my cousins by blood and they have all known me since I was a child. I am...very old, far older than the most of them combined, and I had forgotten what it was to see a face so familiar.
Maedhros, in little more than a turn of phrase, excluded me from his reckoning, from what he considered family, and his apologies all beg forgiveness for his illness.
[She is quiet a time. She is crying once more, though it is mostly silent.]
I recall him helping me climb trees when I could barely walk. Riding with me to meet my brothers. He was my elder once...and now he is a pitiable fool.
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Do you know of them? Maedhros and Maglor? Fingon?
They are my cousins by blood and they have all known me since I was a child. I am...very old, far older than the most of them combined, and I had forgotten what it was to see a face so familiar.
Maedhros, in little more than a turn of phrase, excluded me from his reckoning, from what he considered family, and his apologies all beg forgiveness for his illness.
[She is quiet a time. She is crying once more, though it is mostly silent.]
I recall him helping me climb trees when I could barely walk. Riding with me to meet my brothers. He was my elder once...and now he is a pitiable fool.