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[inafadingcrown]

[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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[inafadingcrown]

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.

[bronwe]

[ 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.

[inafadingcrown]

[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.]

[bronwe]

[ 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.

[inafadingcrown]

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.]

[bronwe]

[ 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.