"Yes, we live because we must," she said softly. "Maybe because we are afraid to die, maybe because we have hope that if we simply keep living, things will turn better in the end? And they have, you see. For me, at least, coming here was a dream come true. I am free here, I can be my own woman. I belong to no one."
She smiled at him, looking up at him as he spoke of Maedhros.
"Yes, I think he is all of those things you say. But I think he is also...gentle. No, maybe that is not the right word? But...there is a softness beneath the anger. Something that does not want to hurt, or to frighten. Something that wants only to be loved. And perhaps too few people see it?"