<b>One look at the garden and Pegawen took off, her tawny hair bouncing against her shoulders as she raced ahead. Allassiel laughed, watching her cousin so carefree and radiant, the first time in as long as she could remember. The war had been rough on everyone, but especially so for elves. They never forgot anything. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>She'll be content to explore every corner of these gardens,” Allassiel explained to their hosts as they looked on. “The only thing more exciting for her than this is the promise of books. Give her about 50 years here and she'll have read every word, I promise you.” <br/>
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But will you have that long? The thought caught her off-guard, not only for the intensity but also the familiar voice echoing in her head. Galadhriel? she thought, but no further response came. It couldn't be though, the hiril had left already, sailed long before her mate. As far as Allassiel knew, there could be no communication between the realms. <br/>
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And yet she had heard her. She shook her head to clear her mind, yet the echo of her voice remained. What had it meant? Galadhriel had been cryptic always, her visions from her mirror showing now what would happen; rather what might happen. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>You said you'd be coming with us. I've no doubt it shall be a perilous journey, would you not rather stay here and … well ...” she paused, debating her next thought before speaking again. “I worry for our hobbit friends. They might be sturdy, but they've no knowledge of what is to come. I fear for their safety. Perhaps they should remain here.” </b>