[ her reaction brings a sharp, jovial laugh from Iorveth, which is perhaps a strange thing to see on features so scared and severe, but it's been so very long since he's felt like a child in anyone's presence. Even Thranduil had somehow seemed more equal despite his years. Galadriel has an aura to her that's warm and enduring, the way the elders in Dol Blathanna always were. ]
I believe I'd been... Fourteen at the time I started wandering the streets on my own, though my mother had been cross about that by the evening when I returned. [ He was a rebellious child, as he is a rebellious adult. Always strong willed and curious, ever unsatisfied to just be still, where there was so much else out there. ] Twenty-three when I'd been on my own completely.
[ not by his mother's choice, but disease took her, and there was no argument she could have made with death to see herself at his side any longer. Regardless, she'd likely have spent the rest of her days in anxiety for him had she been around much longer. It wasn't but a couple months later that he left the heads of human criminals on pikes and a fire in the guard barracks before going out to the scoia'tael, to war. ]
But fifteen thousand... It's longer than the Aen Seidhe have been walked the Continent, I'd think. [ History that far back gets very blurred, especially with the loss of most things that marked events for them - the art, murals, songs they recorded history in rather than books. ] Our people tell that we came to the Continent through a Conjunction of Spheres, akin to Thedas's rifts though on a much larger scale, once a tribe of a much large clan of elves that split to travel the varying realms.
[ Perhaps they'd been a single people, back then. Perhaps they'd even been true kin to Galadriel's, who knows. Certainly not the Aen Seidhe any longer. ] None of ours could ever hope to remember a time before the sun. Your people are truly blessed to have you, my lady.
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I believe I'd been... Fourteen at the time I started wandering the streets on my own, though my mother had been cross about that by the evening when I returned. [ He was a rebellious child, as he is a rebellious adult. Always strong willed and curious, ever unsatisfied to just be still, where there was so much else out there. ] Twenty-three when I'd been on my own completely.
[ not by his mother's choice, but disease took her, and there was no argument she could have made with death to see herself at his side any longer. Regardless, she'd likely have spent the rest of her days in anxiety for him had she been around much longer. It wasn't but a couple months later that he left the heads of human criminals on pikes and a fire in the guard barracks before going out to the scoia'tael, to war. ]
But fifteen thousand... It's longer than the Aen Seidhe have been walked the Continent, I'd think. [ History that far back gets very blurred, especially with the loss of most things that marked events for them - the art, murals, songs they recorded history in rather than books. ] Our people tell that we came to the Continent through a Conjunction of Spheres, akin to Thedas's rifts though on a much larger scale, once a tribe of a much large clan of elves that split to travel the varying realms.
[ Perhaps they'd been a single people, back then. Perhaps they'd even been true kin to Galadriel's, who knows. Certainly not the Aen Seidhe any longer. ] None of ours could ever hope to remember a time before the sun. Your people are truly blessed to have you, my lady.