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[laurenande]

(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.)

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voice ;

[rowancrowned]

[ where were they, when thingol had died, when the sons of feanor had come upon his home, upon the elflings there? where were they when his wife died?

at least iluvatar had a reason. free will, and the valar had chosen not to act. ]

Yes. I have not changed any piece of myself before by choice. I am as He made us and this is- this will be... new.

voice ;

[laurenande]

This will, indeed.

[Galadriel agrees (in a fashion that is less than helpful, overall.]

But, we are new to this place, this world. We do not yet carry a part of it with us, not as we do with Arda, with Aman. Perhaps such markings would help tie us to this place; we shall be here for some time, after all.

[She cannot help but ask:]

How long do such markings last?

voice ;

[rowancrowned]

Long enough to plant an entire forest.

[ in halamshiral, the mallorn grows, patient, steady. ]

Perhaps a decade before fading beyond notice? They are done willingly, and what heals can be reinforced by craft until the designs can be reapplied if needed. I- would not know.

[ he pauses, considers. ]

Both of us are wed. Unless more arrive, there will be no elflings. No marriages between Elvhen and Quendi.

Re: voice ;

[laurenande]

And this would serve as a passable alternative.

[Galadriel nods, her agreement insofar as it matters.]

A decade is easily forgotten, but the effects of this will permeate beyond that time.

[The risk, overall, seemed worth the reward.]

voice ;

[rowancrowned]

[ it's-- odd.

he cares far more about her opinion than he ever, ever imagined doing before. ]

Yes. I will inform you when matters become clearer. I do not intend to do this tomorrow.