*is clearly a little bewildered by your matter-of-fact assessment—approval directed at her, and coming without a price (it's been awhile since she's heard it on a regular basis)* Well. *grins* I never forget to moisturize.
*shrugs* He calls me now and then. I guess he thinks he's supposed to? *rests her chin on her hand and looks at you* I think it was better back in Nargothrond. The debacle with Celebrimbor aside. At least he more or less had to listen to you. *musing (thinking it's funny she's never wondered before)* I guess the old homestead belongs to Thingol's lot now, huh? Or Círdan? *passing by that thought* It's nice that you're still in touch with Galadriel, at least. I wish I had a brother or sister.