[Her eyes widen, just a fraction, and takes in the introduction. This shouldn't be possible. Lúthien was dead and so was Beren. So was Thingol. And Doriath was gone. Ages have passed since those days. Could the fairies do that? Steal away the dead? But then, wouldn't Lúthien know about that? And about her fathers death?
Very little time passes as these thoughts race through her mind before she smiles and dips her head respectfully.]
I am Celebrían, daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel of Lothlorien.
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[Her eyes widen, just a fraction, and takes in the introduction. This shouldn't be possible. Lúthien was dead and so was Beren. So was Thingol. And Doriath was gone. Ages have passed since those days. Could the fairies do that? Steal away the dead? But then, wouldn't Lúthien know about that? And about her fathers death?
Very little time passes as these thoughts race through her mind before she smiles and dips her head respectfully.]
I am Celebrían, daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel of Lothlorien.