[A slow exhale. She feels so old now, even older after hearing that. For what was twenty years to her but the blink of an eye?]

War ages us all before our time. The Artanis you met had seen over a thousand years already- a thousand years spent in peace. And yet in the five hundred years or so of war thereafter, she changed and grew more than she had in all her life before. She became Galadriel.

[A pause] It must sound a great deal of time to your ears, but I was accounted young among my people still. Young and brash.