"How you fashion it is yours to choose, my love," Galadriel tells him and shakes her head a bit. "I would weave it, but I weave many things."
She leans her head forward as he kisses her again, her smile curling against his mouth, and rests her forehead against his. She is too close, staring at such a distance that she can only see his eyes and the fine freckles across his cheeks, but not his face on whole.
"I would ask you not wind it alongside his...that I would find intolerable."
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Date: 2018-12-31 02:25 am (UTC)She leans her head forward as he kisses her again, her smile curling against his mouth, and rests her forehead against his. She is too close, staring at such a distance that she can only see his eyes and the fine freckles across his cheeks, but not his face on whole.
"I would ask you not wind it alongside his...that I would find intolerable."