Grandmother. She has heard, of course, of the agelessness of Elves, and their imperishable spirits - but it is one thing to hear, and another to witness. Grandmother; she did not get a good look at the shining warrioress, but would have sworn she looked little older than Éowyn herself.
O! but it is a strange thing, and these are strange times. She had thought, in truth, that there were no Eldar left this side of the Sea, least of all so near to her own lands. Yet there is no denying what she has seen, and what she sees now all around her. Again, there is that sense of walking in a dream - only worsened by the haziness of the world around her, as her eyes struggle to adjust to the low light and the burgeoning concussion.
"We have few men," she says, at last; "only those you see, and fewer fit to fight. But if we can aid in the north, then send us there." It feels foolish, even as she says it, to suggest that a ragged troop such as hers could be of any real aid to creatures like him. Still, it seems to her that there is little choice but to offer it. What else can they do? Press on to the West, and hope to outrace the pursuit of all the armies of Mordor and beyond? Hope for some other haven, protected in some way greater than this? No; as long as they might be permitted to stay, she should try to stay, and so try to make them worthy of it.
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Date: 2025-06-15 11:53 am (UTC)O! but it is a strange thing, and these are strange times. She had thought, in truth, that there were no Eldar left this side of the Sea, least of all so near to her own lands. Yet there is no denying what she has seen, and what she sees now all around her. Again, there is that sense of walking in a dream - only worsened by the haziness of the world around her, as her eyes struggle to adjust to the low light and the burgeoning concussion.
"We have few men," she says, at last; "only those you see, and fewer fit to fight. But if we can aid in the north, then send us there." It feels foolish, even as she says it, to suggest that a ragged troop such as hers could be of any real aid to creatures like him. Still, it seems to her that there is little choice but to offer it. What else can they do? Press on to the West, and hope to outrace the pursuit of all the armies of Mordor and beyond? Hope for some other haven, protected in some way greater than this? No; as long as they might be permitted to stay, she should try to stay, and so try to make them worthy of it.