[She moves closer to give Galadriel her side and her shoulder, and it allows her to grasp her hand better. It's a comfort she needs, a warmth she does not often allow herself to have. She suspects it is the same for her.]
I was nineteen when it all began. I was foolish and young and sheltered. I'm twenty-two and I feel so much older.
[And she will die young, decayed from the inside out.]
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I was nineteen when it all began. I was foolish and young and sheltered. I'm twenty-two and I feel so much older.
[And she will die young, decayed from the inside out.]