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[wishmadeinfire]

You know... it suddenly struck me this afternoon that in exactly one week, I will be a year closer to my three hundredth birthday. Three whole centuries, even if I am not quite there yet. Just over twenty years left to go...  

It also struck me that, being here, I might actually live to see it. 

[And with that wistful little moment, he goes back to sitting in the gardens at a small little table with four chairs, sipping his tea in the evening warmth with some little sweets before him, watching some fireflies dance for the last time before it becomes to cold.]

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[inafadingcrown]

Thank you, my friend. [She smiles softly] I have been blessed beyond measure.

[wishmadeinfire]

It would seem so, but I have a feeling you deserve it.

[inafadingcrown]

Mayhaps. It is not my place to judge such things. [She also has a feeling most people in the castle overestimate her goodness, but that's something she will keep to herself.]

[wishmadeinfire]

Still, I am happy for you. One of these days I will have to properly meet your husband, get him alone for a little chat.

[inafadingcrown]

I hope you do. He is quiet by nature, but you find no one more loyal once he warms to you.

[wishmadeinfire]

Well, I would hope he warms to me. That would be awkward, having him dislike me when we are friends.

[inafadingcrown]

You are difficult to dislike, my friend.

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[He smiled and laughed on his end. He would have waved his hand at her could she see it.]}

Oh do stop, Galadriel. You're sending out more compliments now that your husband has come.

[inafadingcrown]

[And she laughs in turn.]

Am I? I had not noticed.

[wishmadeinfire]

I approve of this continued influence on you ~

[inafadingcrown]

He has always balanced me.