[It sure has been an exhausting trip. Even Galadriel is tired, ability to go without sleep for a time not withstanding. And having just fought for the first time in many, many, many years? She's sore. And bruised. And blood splattered. Not that she's complaining, mind you. She could have been a lot worse off and she knows it. But it's not exactly a fine state for hanging on to a swift moving steed, so she also opted for one of the carts.
At Zelos' exclamation she looks up and offers a wane little smile.]
I have neglected my own log terribly. [Good thing elves have irritatingly good memories.]
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At Zelos' exclamation she looks up and offers a wane little smile.]
I have neglected my own log terribly. [Good thing elves have irritatingly good memories.]