"But you have tried to deceive me--you are not a woman at all!" exclaims the gentleman, stepping into view. "Certainly, I will help to return the sun to its proper place, but I shall have to see you in your proper shape."
She stands up, skirt flurrying rather, cheeks charmingly flushed. "You should introduce yourself, you know, before trying to make deals. It isn't etiquette."
The Rose fusses, pulling her knees to her chest. "It isn't very considerate! Why, with this weather I could be falling ill directly, all because of its reasons. Am I supposed to wither away quietly?"
Kyllikki will be taking a little walk, relaxing a little now that there's less for her to do around her garden; she'll smile upon seeing a rose, because roses remind her of her Rose.
"Yes, there would, but the Elessar would ever provide the light you would so crave," Galadriel replies softly, looking at the rose in wonder.
The Elessar? It's that beautiful pendant which will, later, be passed on to Arwen and then to Aragorn, a replica of the Elessar lost in the destruction of Numemor, and crafted by Celebrimbor, who loved Galadriel, in times now long gone.
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The Elessar? It's that beautiful pendant which will, later, be passed on to Arwen and then to Aragorn, a replica of the Elessar lost in the destruction of Numemor, and crafted by Celebrimbor, who loved Galadriel, in times now long gone.
It is at her neck, glowing faintly.
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