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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 recall Skyhold...I would nearly say I miss it, insofar as one can miss a prison at the edge of the world," Galadriel replies and watches him as he approaches the walls.

Despite herself, despite all that happened to this place, she cannot filter the memories that spring up around her. In the dappled patches of sunlight the sounds of the world burst forth. Laughter rises up alongside the distant indistinct shouts of children; the whispering shuffle of crowds resounds over stone and always there is the constant shifting drone of Elvish song. In the shade it is once more silent, empty in a way only tombs can be.

"It was," she answers after a pause and moves after him, idly directing him toward the largest alcove. "Doraith, the greatest kingdom of the First Age. It was my home for a time."