“I will go see her.”
Galadriel said, and left me with my confused thoughts.
“Another heir to Gondor.”
Boromir said in disbelief, and shook his head. He said nothing more, and sat down on the ground. I looked at Legolas; his gaze was following Galadriel, as she went to Vanya.
“Did you know?”
I asked. He shook his head.
“Not even father did. Otherwise he would not have…”
Legolas became quiet. I was well aware that Thranduil had not approved off Vanya, and that she had suffered under it. I had noticed the bruises on her wrist, when I first saw her. We all became quiet, sitting, waiting for word of Vanya.
Finally Galadriel returned.
“Her wound is healing.”
Galadriel said, but did not smile.
I asked, fearing what she would say next.
“I fear the wound will not heal well, and she will remain weak. Valinor might be the only way for her now.”
Galadriel said. I look at her in disbelief. I had just learned Vanya was my sister, and now she would leave me forever.
“She can travel with me, and together we will cross the sea.”
Legolas said, not being the least bit polite.
I said, reminding him of whom we were speaking to.
“No, Aragorn. You do not understand. She does not wish to leave for Valinor; she has never felt the call of the sea.”
He said. Galadriel shook her head.
“She might not want to leave, but her body does. She is conflicted. Give her a good reason to stay, but find it quick or she has to go across the sea.”
Galadriel told us, and left yet again to return to Vanya.