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[silvergift]

[She listens intently, a smug little smile on her face at her apparent victory against Maglor. He can probably even see her as she imagines it all as he tells her the tale.

Her mouth actually drops open when he reaches the part where her mother had cut the skirt of the dress and changed it before the banquet, before everyone had seen it in its original glory.

At the same time though-] I suppose I was not so different from her when I was young. I ruined a great many fine dresses.

[bythewaves]

[ siiiiiiiigh curse ellith and their pouty eyes ]

I am not entirely surprised to hear that [ he answers wryly ] - with Galadriel as your mother, indeed I think I would be rather curious if you did not.

[silvergift]

[And yet, he still loves her.]

I thought you might not be. Surprisingly though, it was mother who was often more displeased about my dresses ruin.

[bythewaves]

[ Somehow, this is true. Curse his fondness for fiesty ellith S I G H ]

Hm, I suppose she would be! After all, it is now her who makes or pays for them!

[silvergift]

[Curse seems accurate. He is forever cursed with feisty ellith that have pouty eyes and can seemingly wrap him around their finger.]

She should have seen it coming.

[bythewaves]

[ Yes. Whhhyyy what did he do to deserve... don't answer that. Also he has the sinking feeling Celebrian would get along great with Falmamiriel ]

Apparently in this one area, at least, Galadriel's famed foresight failed her!

[silvergift]

[She very likely would. But then, she gets along great with a number of people.]

Unfortunately so! It seems fitting now that ruining her own dresses should have come back to haunt her in the form of her own daughter.

[bythewaves]

[ Sob. Story of his life - bossed around by beautiful fiesty ellith. ... Could be worse he supposes ]

So it does! Perhaps all her past indiscretions will come back that way as well. Tell me, little niece, were you as fond of mud pies as she was?

[silvergift]

[Could be much worse. There could be children wrapping him around their fingers too.]

How fond was she? I know that I made them often and I tried to give one to one of the guards once.

[bythewaves]

[ ... good thing Curufin was the only one who reproduced huh ]

Hm, much like you, she enjoyed greatly making them - but more, she enjoyed throwing them. At whoever upset her at the time. I do believe she once got into a fight with Irisse... sorry, Aredhel - no one put them in white for at least a Tree year after that.

[silvergift]

[Or he could have visited Imladris while the twins or Arwen were growing up.]

Oh, I did not throw them. Often. [Once in awhile there had been someone who got on her young nerves. Like a trader patronizing her and then things just... happened.]

I can barely imagine that. Mother has always had a fondness for while, that I can remember.

[bythewaves]

She might now, but oh, you should have heard the tantrums back in the day. Between her and Aredhel, it sometimes felt like a competition as to which of them could ruin their lovely white dresses faster.

[silvergift]

I cannot imagine that mother lost it very often. If ever she has wanted to do something, little could stop her.

[bythewaves]

Oh that last was as true then as it doubtless is now. But do not let her calmness decieve you! She has a tmper, has your mother, and a way of getting even!

[silvergift]

Oh no, I would never. I have never seen her temper, truly, but I have been scolded. I was certainly frightened then, even if it was barely a fraction of her upset.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor smiles a little wryly in reminiscence ]

Oh, I do not doubt that she could be terrifying if she so chose. But in Valinor the greatest terror was never being sure how she would exact her revenge later!

[silvergift]

She certainly could, that is not a skill easily lost I think. [She laughs.]

Was she really so creative that you all lived in terror of it?

[bythewaves]

Oh yes - she had a knack for knowing exactly what you most did not want, and finding the most humiliating way of giving you exactly that. She did not always indulge so, of course - which only made it worse, for you were never certain if this was going to be that time.

[silvergift]

Ooh, she really was quite terrible. I would hope you all learned your lessons quickly so that you would have been able to avoid her revenge.

[bythewaves]

Ah now, I would like to think I certainly did, but we were young and the fire of life was strong in all of us in those days. Many in the family dared her temper, knowing she would never truly hurt them, for the sheer thrill of it, I sometimes think.

[ If he was one of them, he does not say ]

[silvergift]

[Some part of her is sure that he was.]

No doubt she made them all regret it each and every time. I wonder if ever she failed to make it creative though with how often you all much have tried her so.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor shrugs cheerfully back at her ]

That you will have to ask her, I think. Certainly I never noticed a lack!

[silvergift]

I think that I will. Who better to ask than the source herself!

[bythewaves]

Who better indeed [ he nods wryly ] - just do not tell her who told you eh? I would rather not learn if she remains as creative as she was then.

[silvergift]

I will be sure not to mention your involvement. I would not want you to suffer so at her hands again.