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[The fact that she’s out and about today at all just goes to show how accustomed to the castle’s pranks she’s become. When she first arrived, she almost certainly would have spent the day hiding in her room. But no. She’s decided that she’s not going to let this get the better of her.

Granted, that doesn’t mean that she’s going to hang out in the most populated areas of the castle either.

It’s a nice day anyway, so she decides to spend most of her time in the gardens peoplewatching and enjoying the sun. Which wouldn’t be an unusual sight if it weren’t for the outfit. Jeans and a low cut tanktop are topped off by a brown wig. Really, if you didn’t know who she was, it wouldn’t be that bad. Good luck convincing her of that, though.]

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A useful lesson, I'm sure you will agree.

Yet far from a pleasant one.

Alas, the most valuable lessons are oft learned at a cost.

[ He hesitates because he does so wish to know, but then the answer might not please him. ]

What might I learn before the end?

Do you ask what I have foreseen? It is a dangerous thing, to know what may yet be. I told you once in Lórien that I believe you wise enough to make use of such knowledge; I hold to my word. I will tell you, if that is your wish, but I would be certain, first.

[ They say an elf will tell you yes and no, left and right. He doesn't know how to choose. ]

Perhaps I would only know the cost.

Then you would ask me what you know in your heart already. [That there is no going back, even if he lives. That the life he had before is irretrievably gone.]

[ He nods. ] As I once asked you what I had to do.

I have not told my cousin that I am its keeper.

Do you intend to tell him?

No. That would be a terrible burden to place on his mind.

[She gives a slow nod] I think I would choose the same, were I in your place.

[ His eyes may have widened slightly. Okay, so maybe not so slightly. ]

To think you would agree... I must say I am comforted in my choice.

[She's a little surprised by his surprise, honestly.] Your position is not strange to me; oft it is that I must choose whether to tell others of what will be. In this instance, I can think of no good that would come of it.

[ He just remembers that too. What a burden it must be to hold so many secrets. He hardly even had any before this, the Ring. ]

Can good ever come of deceit?

It can. [It's something she's had occasion to think a great deal about, with all the secrets she holds.] Or it may cause less harm than the unconstrained truth, at least.

I wish that it were not so. I prefer honesty to deceit and candor to secrecy. But those of us who have been intrusted with great power cannot always afford such things.

[ Frodo watches a moment longer than he would usually dare to, because he must know-- but has he not been told that his mission would succeed without him paying with his life? He still isn't sure. ]

I trust you will tell me all I need to know.

[The look she gives him has just the slightest bit of a reproach to it, as if she's mildly offended he would ever think otherwise.]

Of course. [Granted, "all he needs to know" is not the same thing as all that she knows.]

[ There's a thin difference between all he needs to know and all he needs to know to make him still continue on the journey. He thinks he wouldn't mind the latter either. But this has taken a dreary turn. ]

I take my leave then. I think Bilbo should like to see my new costume.

As you wish. [She looks away for a moment, contemplating the sun or perhaps the wind blowing through the leaves.]

Frodo. [She glances back at him.] Be well. [And she doesn't only mean that as simple parting words. It's an earnest wish.]

[ Elves seem distant to him. It is difficult to tell the intention behind their words, even the simple ones, like this one. But he believes she does mean well. The ways of the wise will always be strange to him.

He gives her a little bow and an earnest smile, hidden as it is by his yellow mustache. ]

I wish the same for you, Lady Galadriel.

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