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A curious purpose you have, mun. You speak of Elves and castles, magic and things I have read about as a child. My presence is elsewhere promised. There is little time for many things, and my father requests that I ride to Osgiliath... to whatever end.

Perhaps it would be kinder, to be whisked away to some land of magic, but my heart would be elsewhere.

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Well spoken indeed, Faramir, son of Denethor. [How does she know? Is it elf-magic? No, actually. She just knows of him and sees the family resemblance.]

May your words carry the weight that mine have not.

[Whoa, you seem to be an elf of some importance. Don't mind Faramir as he takes a moment to wipe the awe off of his face.]

I beg your pardon, but I do not believe we are acquainted. [He feels like he should know her, though. What he sees reminds him of something he's heard...]

We are not, though I do know of you. [There's just a hint of amusement at his reaction- about the corners of her mouth, perhaps.]

Forgive me. I am Galadriel, Lady of Lothlórien.

Lady Galadriel. [Again, there's a lot of awe here, but he remembers to bow his head in greeting.] Forgive me for not recognizing you. Not long ago I was given quite the detailed description of you, and now I see that it is indeed accurate.

Were you? [That amusement is a little more open now] May I ask who has done me such an honor?

Samwise Gamgee and Frodo Baggins were in my care, for a time. I learned of many things, and Samwise was adamant that I have a correct description of your beauty and wisdom. "Warm as sunlight, cold as frost in the stars," he said... amongst other praises.

[She smiles still, but at the mention of Frodo her eyes began to gain a bit of that edge and she's examining him closely.]

It is high praise indeed to be remembered so strongly by those who have seen so much and in so short a time.

[He doesn't really like that feeling, but he's got nothing to hide.]

I do not think any would quickly forget the Lady of Lórien. [He wonders what Boromir felt about her.]

[No one likes that feeling. But at least she seems content with what she sees. Her only response to his statement is a pleased hum and a nod of acknowledgement.]

I understand our paths may cross again.

Perhaps. As much as it may pain me to be away from Gondor, I imagine the hurt must be felt deeper by you, to be away from your woods.

I miss them dearly, that I will not deny. Yet I will not waste your time nor my own attempting to measure our woes- to lay them side by side to see which is the greater. They are similar in nature. That is enough.

Then I hope they are treating you kindly and fairly at this castle, Lady Galadriel. A small measure of comfort.

[The more charming brother, clearly. Or at least the one with a greater fondness for Elves.] And in turn, I hope your joys are many and your troubles few, wherever your path may lead you.

I come to think that should my path lead me to this castle, it may not be as terrible as I once thought.

[ELVES...]

I would not wish such a place upon you, for I know well the weight of the duties that lie before you and I know also you would not wish to delay them overlong. [She knows how that feels...] Yet your company would be welcomed.

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