[Video, All Courts, shortly after the feast]

[sculptor_of_aman]

[The locket is held slightly askew, as the woman holding it has never done so before with this particular item. She's had experience with similar things, but she's still getting used to the locket. The Elven woman's face looks worried and a little sad, as if she's expecting bad news.]

Anyone who can hear me... I have heard talk of one who was killed recently. And the little I have heard... troubles me. The name I have heard is Celegorm, and he is described as an Elf with golden hair... among other things. I can only hope I am mistaken, but the description is very similar to someone I know. Someone I once called Tyelkormo.

If anyone knew him, and could tell me more about him... and how he died... I must know.

Please. ...He may be my son.

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[inafadingcrown]

[A soft, slow exhale] The Doom of the Noldor held fast and true, I am afraid. In all its parts. [Treachery as well as death.]

[sculptor_of_aman]

I fear no counsel was able to stop it, or the rebellion would have perished in its infancy.

[inafadingcrown]

[There's another long pause] I am sorry- for the part I have played in your grief.

[It all would have happened whether she had been there or not. Galadriel's not so arrogant as to think otherwise. But she had played a part. She had fanned the flames, purposefully or not, and she bears part of the blame for all the ills that came out of it.]