[Faith and hope? She could, perhaps, see facets of those in Nenya. It had been made for her and, certainly, the smith who fashioned it held her in great regard. She would not have been shocked to be the bearer of his hopes, nor the being that held his faith. Neither they nor she had saved him, in the end, but he had done the elves a great service before he fell.

The thoughts were nostalgic and, as such things always were, more than slightly sad. Her smile dampened somewhat, even though her cheeks kept their color. Adelaide was firm and her compliments escalated.]

Adamant. [A joke, perhaps, on the smith's part.] Nenya is the ring of Adamant. It carries the will and power to conceal, to preserve, and to protect my lands and people.

[Finally, she looked up at Adelaide again. She did not mention how it was the ring of water, the thought did not occur to her. The ring was all but named for it.]

I have never known a spirit to be as Compassion is.

Will and spirit are the same; to exert power is to spend them both. It requires great will to create something like Nenya and great will to wield it; I am fortunate that we are both aligned in our desires, but that was no accident.

To have a spirit with only a simple, single task is...very strange to me. There is beauty in it, but it is a fragile thing.