[Galadriel is silent as she returns his stare. How long had she known this elf? Ages, certainly, and the animosity that they had cultivated, however tempered, was--is--of little value in this place. Already she has insisted to each and every of the Dalish that they were her kin, that little separates them, but even less separates Thranduil and his son from her.

Truly, so far from home, brought here by the very hand of Eru, their differences are naught but petty squabbles. They are best forgotten.

That it was Thranduil offering such an accord was startling, however, and she is silent as she considers him. Unfortunately, the longer she does, the farther her thoughts manage stray.

Oropher bore striking resemblance to his brother and, while Thranduil is not so close, there is enough in his countenance that the familiar creeps through. Only a moment passes before she turns away from his gaze and closes her eyes. Her sigh is short and, were it not silent, would carry a wavering thread of the sorrow she'd shared with Cole.]

You are right.

There is far too much to do. These lands require both our aid, I will not hinder that.

[She draws a breath and reopens her eyes, but her stare is lowered and distant. Were they anywhere else, at any other time, she would not have corrected him.]

I will not see your cousin again, save perhaps in Mandos and I cannot bear to wish for such things.

If you must...[And it was a rare occurrance indeed, that he addressed her by name.] His is the name I prefer.

It is all that remains and I would keep it, if I can.