"Elladan and Elrohir, my sons. They're just barely more than a century old now. I think you'd get along with them."

She held her sword almost carefully, reminding herself quickly of what Galadriel had taught her since she'd picked up a blade here in Exsilium. After a moment of uncertainty, she looked to Kili with a faint smile and a nod to tell him that she was ready.

In a way, she wasn't at all ready. It was hard to look on her mother or Kili and to practice with them, not being able to see anyone but her loved ones rather than the UE soldiers she might one day be forced to defend herself against.