(Galadriel is fairly used to getting mail but she'll be a bit shocked to receive any in Thedas. For any notes, missives, letters, or other communications.)
I am not leaving. (He is quiet and still in his resolve; the chaotic, fiery anger he had shown her before has fled, leaving only ashes in its wake. His treatment of her is one of a long list of grievances and he cannot leave her, knowing she is upset; that she hurts.)
Before you stands a fool, cousin; a fool for love, for duty, for pride. My temper is abominable - there is no excuse for it - but I tell you plainly that the words I spoke on that day are not how I perceive you.
(He bows his head, posture nothing but contrite.)
Hate me as you wish, but I would not question you if I were in my right mind.
[Anger and sorrow are, in the end, so similar that only a fine line ever separates one from the other. She tries to hold on to the former as he bends in contrition, but it bleeds out into the latter. Once again she is left with sadness alone, even her bitterness cannot seem to temper it this time.]
You presume I am capable of hating you.
[She folds her arms about her waist, a posture she has not struck in ten thousand years or more, and steps back again. She considers him for a moment longer and turns, ready to abandon her books, her notes and all, and leave this place.]
You truly are a fool and you know me not at all.
Stay or return to your family, as you like, but follow me again and I shall disabuse you of your perceptions, whatever they may be. As desperately as I miss my cousin, you are not him, just as I am not a child climbing trees.
...who am I, then? (Maedhros's voice shakes and he sounds young. Speaking of children climbing trees! She makes him feel...small. But that is one of her gifts, is it not?)
I am Maedhros whether you accept me - as I am - or not. (His jaw is tight as he lifts his head and his eyes are filled with the heavy weight of sorrow.)
Tenn' enta lúme... (When she can accept who he is outside of the influence of foul magic or fouler oaths.) ...mauya nin avánie.
(He pulls a delicate necklace from his pocket - one forged from bright silver - complete with a delicate flower pendant and sets it her notes. Then he turns to leave.)
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Before you stands a fool, cousin; a fool for love, for duty, for pride. My temper is abominable - there is no excuse for it - but I tell you plainly that the words I spoke on that day are not how I perceive you.
(He bows his head, posture nothing but contrite.)
Hate me as you wish, but I would not question you if I were in my right mind.
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You presume I am capable of hating you.
[She folds her arms about her waist, a posture she has not struck in ten thousand years or more, and steps back again. She considers him for a moment longer and turns, ready to abandon her books, her notes and all, and leave this place.]
You truly are a fool and you know me not at all.
Stay or return to your family, as you like, but follow me again and I shall disabuse you of your perceptions, whatever they may be. As desperately as I miss my cousin, you are not him, just as I am not a child climbing trees.
Namárië, Russandol.
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I am Maedhros whether you accept me - as I am - or not. (His jaw is tight as he lifts his head and his eyes are filled with the heavy weight of sorrow.)
Tenn' enta lúme... (When she can accept who he is outside of the influence of foul magic or fouler oaths.) ...mauya nin avánie.
(He pulls a delicate necklace from his pocket - one forged from bright silver - complete with a delicate flower pendant and sets it her notes. Then he turns to leave.)