[Atticus gets the ghost of a smile and a pat on the head as Galadriel moves to sit beside Elissa. For a long while, she's silent, trying to find words that aren't utterly inadequate, but eventually she gives up on that. She knows- from Alqualondë, from the Helcaraxë, from Doriath and Eregion- there are no suitable words.]

I was witness the first rising of the moon in my world; if you had told me then that one day I would find myself upon it, I would have laughed. We walk such strange paths now.