"Have you been working with her long?"

"Not long at the elves measure it, not yet."

"So only a century or two?"

She laughs. "Even less than that."

"Fair enough. She's made an impression quickly, then. Guess that's why she's in charge."

"She also tends not to notice how quickly everyone falls in love with her. It's very tragic."

"Maybe we'd best limit our exposure, then."

"And miss out on the inspiration?"

"I wouldn't want to die with a tragically unrequited love."

"But you'd have the support of her fanclub in your pining, and the works you'd produce would be beloved for ages to come."

"I think I'll stick with the happiness I have." Quick hug for Nyarie.

She laughs and pulls Sulumithil in for a proper cheek kiss. "I don't know what I'd do with two pretty girls to sigh at."

"You'd never get anything else done!"

"That would be a tragedy of its own."

"Not the Elf-approved kind?"

"Depends on who you ask. Some of the Sindar might think it's romantic."

"The sort of thing to write a song about?"

"An entire legend."

"...I suppose everyone needs a hobby."

She laughs. "Hey, staring dumbly at pretty girls for centuries on end is an ancient Sindarin tradition, you know."

"Must be one of those cultural peculiarities."

"It grows on you over time."

"Seems like a lot of things come back to time, with Elves."

"We have an abundance of it..."

"A temporal surfeit. It's strange to think about. Time is such a precious commodity for us."