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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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[laurenande]

I agree...so why, then, can I not withhold them? [She sounds miserable about it, but she has not fallen into sullen silence.]

He feared I would use a weapon to slay the lot of them, that arming me would risk his family . Then, as he spoke again, claimed we were kin and that he loved me.

[She sighs and ceases recounting.]

Thranduil still harbors distaste for me...for what they did to his people. Even my husband could not truly forgive me for being their relation. I blame neither of them for their grudge, it was well earned, even if I had no hand in that.

I have never truly been able to cleave myself from the lot of them, not in ten thousand years, so this is not so surprising. I am simply weary of it all...to call you cousin is infitely simpler, and I cherish that.

Please do not accuse me of perfidy, at least not unduly, it would break my heart again.

[elegiaque]

You are ma belle cousine and have done nothing but love me. And I you. So I will never break your heart.

( how young she truly is, to sound so sure. as if it is that simple, and always will be, even knowing—

even knowing a great deal of unsimple things. like: )

And—I know something, about the weight of familial sin. I'd never give you anything that isn't yours.

[laurenande]

Thank you, melda nin, your words gladden my heart. [And they do, despite how they may change in time. Galadriel has lived long enough to recognize the good times when she sees them.]

Fortunately for you, the only familial sin you must be wary of on your husband's behalf involves crimes of fashion. What I carry cannot become yours.

[elegiaque]

Oh, I—

( a quiet exhale. )

You know something of how it is, for elves in Thedas. My mother by birth wasn't my mother by law. She was the elven chatelaine of the Vauquelin estate. My lord's housekeeper.

( she did not think of thranduil, when she spoke of familial sin. )

It still can't be spoken of. And there's so many questions that won't ever be answered. I know it's only a small thing, but—I understand. How family can be.