Éowyn's reply is a fair mirror for Galadriel's feelings on the matter. Her own smile is mild, glad for the dismissal of the offer, and she does not need to look back to know her grandsons are sharing a subtly pained look between themselves. They have learned their doting from her, troublesome as it can be.
"Very well."
Galadriel knows little of Rohan save what she can glean from afar and from the hearts of the men within the wood. She has seen into the heart of Éowyn, during the fury of combat, but such glimpses are better suited to character than detail. In their exhaustion and injury, however, she will not risk embarassing her before a crowd. What she has not asked will be stated, just as though she had.
"When the sun is risen, and your people prepared, we may set out for Caras Galadhon. We have gathered what was left afield and survived the night, but determining to whom it all belongs is not our place."
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Date: 2025-06-27 02:23 am (UTC)"Very well."
Galadriel knows little of Rohan save what she can glean from afar and from the hearts of the men within the wood. She has seen into the heart of Éowyn, during the fury of combat, but such glimpses are better suited to character than detail. In their exhaustion and injury, however, she will not risk embarassing her before a crowd. What she has not asked will be stated, just as though she had.
"When the sun is risen, and your people prepared, we may set out for Caras Galadhon. We have gathered what was left afield and survived the night, but determining to whom it all belongs is not our place."