[Mithalwen]

When Sanveling met her calm gaze, there was only compassion in Mithalwen's clear grey eyes.

"If I were to think ill of you, Tar-Corondir, it would be for your own wrong doings not those of your ancestors. Your crimes were forgiven you and your kinsman the Lord Elessar has not shunned you - though since you went to Minas Tirith for judgement, I trust you are here by his leave and have not fled his justice.

To take the doom of one's ascendants upon oneself is folly - as even the greatest of my kindred have proved. Perhaps greater folly for the atani. For the Eldar, we change little in ourselves and as we are so we tend to remain, but the second born have a power to shape their destiny and so I say to you, it is the choices that you will make that will have greater force than your heritage.

I know not, if you seek this woman to make peace with her, or because you yet hope she will return your affection. Do not despair but continue in your search, for one may flee from something that in truth is desired, lacking courage to accept it and the consequences - and one may regret it even for an age of the world" The elf's eyes suddenly became too bright and she lowered her head, letting a curtain of silver hair fall between her and Snaveling's gaze.