She listened quietly and attentively as he spoke, nodding slightly. The existince of other worlds was no surprise by now, of course, and this was not even the first she had heard of theses circumstances- others had told her of learning of lives they had led but could not recall.

This 'warmth' he spoke of, however, was new. But might that not simply be because others cannot sense what he does? It was a puzzle, certainly, and she was not at all sure that it was the same sort of warmth that surrounded them now.

Galadriel shook her head. "The 'warmth' that you feel here is not my doing. It is the Light of Two Trees." And it's that light that is reflected in her eyes- in her hair; it's left it's mark on her.

"It exists now only in memory."