"And I have watched them do so. I hold with in my memory many precious things that once were but are no more. The partings grieve me and they always shall, but I take the bitter with the sweet. For what is my choice?

This place is unnatural; it is an exception. But were things as they ought to be, I could befriend very few here without bringing grief upon myself. Even you, my dear one. I would watch you grow old before my eyes and I would see you pass from this world. And yet to not know you would be another sort of pain."

They say elves do not age, but that's not precisely true. It's subtle; something that can be seen in the eyes- a weariness and a melancholy that Galadriel usually tries to hide. Speaking with Lucrezia now, it becomes a little more evident.