"Enough, then," Galadriel agrees and reaches up to rest a hand against the center of his back.

She can understand his distress now, but there is nothing to be done for it. Not at this moment. He has not come to her for aid, not the direct sort. Surely he has come for comfort, then, so that she can calm him. Her work is forgotten as she embraces him.

"Stay with me and be calm," she urges. "Nothing terrible shall come of this, not before morning, and it does not bear panic...not yet."