[Galadriel was stunned to silence for some time. The only person who had ever given her a compliment so high had been her Husband. That Adelaide heard her as a song, sang sweetly and without discord, was so reassuring that Galadriel was certain she'd misheard. The human couldn't have known what her words meant, how high such praise was, nor how rarely such comparisons were made. She was speaking in metaphors, surely, but they were so exact that Galadriel had no response.

She heard no discord.

The weight that statement drew from Galadriel's shoulders was palpable. Her smile shifted and, as if it were simply her turn, color rose in her face. It had been some time since she had last blushed, an Age at least, but perhaps this was only fair. She'd inflicted the same on Adelaide and had delighted in young Gavin's crimson flush. Unlikely as it was, this was her due.]

You cannot know how kind that was. Thank you.

[Galadriel drew her hands into her lap and looked down at them as she composed herself. Giddy and girlish as she was, she had forgotten the bitter tang of the taint and how it ground against her senses. But, as she stared at her hand, a thought came to her and she glanced at Adelaide.]

You could hear Nenya? Compassion is very keen; there are very few who can sense my ring...at least, there were few in Arda.