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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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[aenseidhe]

I see. It seems apt, as well. Things in balance.

[ Nothing comes without a cost, for everything wonderful there's likely something equally horrible. iorveth takes her word for it, that he'd not want to be present in an age like that. though he is a warrior, he fights men, not terrors. and even still, he'd rather he didn't have to. perhaps its simply the envy of wishing for a time when his people were still proud and free. ]

How old were you, when this happened?

[ What was the world like when she was just a child? How long had it been swallowed in darkness? He's so full of questions, as is his nature. it isn't solely iorveth's paranoia that keeps him wanting to know everything about everyone. ]

[laurenande]

Ere the rising of the sun it is hard to say how old I was. We called those years Valian, for they were of Valinor and governed by the blooming of the Two Trees. Time moved strangely then.

[Galadriel considers him and her past. It takes a moment and, finally, she grants him an answer.]

I expect I was much older than you...in some ways. Younger, perhaps, in others.

[She quirks a brow at him and asks, not indelicately, if he wishes to know what he is asking. It is not a short tale but...then he had admitted to wishing to know of the minutiae of the Eldar.]

Do you truly wish to know of the earliest years of Arda and Aman?