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[maidencrowned]

Long have I dwelt in your mind, seeking respites that I cannot call my own. I am Galadriel, Lady of the Galadhrim and she who can read your heart with ease. Do not think I will be satisfied with flickers of light when I desire the stars.

(Her feet are bare and she is clothed in the purest of white. The gold and silver of her hair is unbound save for a circlet of platinum around her brow.)

What do I have to fear? (That isn't said out naiveté or innocence. She knows what she has to fear, yet it pales when she considers what she has overcome.)

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[lastest_ringbearer]

L-Lady. H-hello, shiny elf Lady.

[maidencrowned]

... (A prolonged pause while she considers him. It almost seems like she will ignore him, but then...) Gollum, what darkness have you wrought?

[lastest_ringbearer]

Smeagol isss being good, Lady, we swearses. Precious gone, no more reason for bad. Gollum only come out if we mussst fight, yes? *He reaches a hand out to her. It's marred with burns and twisting ropes of gold.* We always be looking like thisss, we think, but nice Lady make usss healthier praps. Our hand burnses ssstill, and we has old hurtses that healeded wrong.

[maidencrowned]

(She knows that gold and the origin of it. His longing for the Ring is linked inextricably to his heart and now his body. She is grateful that she has overcome her own longing for it, but it is a hateful, alluring thing.)

The pain you suffer you have brought on yourself. (Encouraging him is not something she will do, however her heart is not hard. Without this creature, Frodo would not have made it to Mount Doom. There is gratitude for that, though her gaze is stern.)

It has been cruel to you. (Gracefully, she sits and waits for him to approach.) Do you recall happiness?

[lastest_ringbearer]

We never assskeded for poor Deagol to find the One. All other illses spring from that.

Bitses and pieceses. There were happy dayses before Precious, and even happy dayses in cave. Swimming in cave was fun, but Precious not want us to have fun. We forget joy for long timeses.

*He crawls a bit closer, somewhat nervous.* Ring haveses no power of itses own no more. We can hate it now, and for what was done we hate it much.

[maidencrowned]

I too have felt the longing to possess it. (She knows why Bilbo and even Frodo pity Smeagol. He is the one who spent the most time with the Ring - aside from Sauron himself. And look what it has done to him.) If I found it hard to resist - a trial that earned me the right to return to my people as I am - I cannot blame you for falling under its spell.

(Even so, he is a trickster when he wishes to have his way. The Ring has made him forget empathy.)

I will heal you. In return, you must learn a new path.

[lastest_ringbearer]

We wasss no one, Precious. Jussst a fisssherman, and I knew not what it wasss. Not until I be'd we and it be'd too, too late.

But something of once-Smeagol remaineded, long and long into the night.

We want new pathses. Old one hurt usss.

[unimmunized]

That's the spirit!

[It's refreshing to see someone at least not disenclined to venture out there - not excited, but still. ...It's not the only thing about Galadriel that catches her eye, but it is certainly a significant part of it. The other part is... tall, blond, pretty. Tall. Yes, looking at her a bit more closely than strictly appropriate.]

[elrohir_elrondion]

"Do you truly desire so much?" Elrohir did love his grandparents and her golden woods made him remember his mother just as the Lady of Light did.

"Guren linna le, grandmother." He placed a fist to his chest as he bowed just slightly in respect.