"I did not doubt you would, my love." Still, she breathed a sigh of relief. A burden shared is a burden halved, they say, and she was now reminded of the wisdom in the proverb.

Without saying another word, she set her wine glass on a nearby table and leaned into him, resting her head against his chest. There is more she could ask- and she probably should. She should ask of home, of how much he has seen and the state of the war. But that would be for her benefit and not his. It will wait. For the moment, she was content to set the queen aside and play the wife- to let the Lady rest and be simply Galadriel.