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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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[dirth]

At least she is comforted, he thinks. Seeing the edge fall away from her, seeing the softness return to her features. It's what she deserves, he thinks - softness, tenderness, especially after the ordeal she has been through. Suspended as she was with the dagger embedded deep, poison in her veins, through her system... She deserves a moment of respite, he thinks. She deserves a time to forget these worries that plague her so desperately.

His fingers slip through hers gently, letting her move and guide him. He knows that this mission of theirs is something dangerous and desperate, but he knows that they might succeed. He knows that, together, they will find the ring and bring Nenya back to its rightful owner. Galadriel will have her ring of power returned, even if Solas has some concerns about what it might do to her.

Drawing her closer is easy. Holding her is easy. The softness comes naturally when his feelings have grown to such depth, and he relaxes as he embraces her.

"I will make sure your trust is not misplaced," he whispers, voice soft. There is a moment between them, he thinks, something that he's not entirely sure he can trust, his voice thick with the emotion, but he nods his head, turning to leave a kiss on her hair. "You are dear to me as well, ma vhenan."