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Finrod
"Has no one caught your eye, brother?"
"You spend too much time meddling in my affairs, sister," Finrod answered wryly, watching Galadriel from the corner of his eye.
"But tell me truly," she persisted. "Have you not considered marriage? Has no one caught your eye?"
He looked down below from his wide and long window. The men conversed with many of his smiths. Their women were there too, speaking with the she-Elves. One of them drew his eye; petite and delicate with long brown hair and wide brown eyes. As if she sensed his gaze, the woman looked up. He tore his eyes away before their eyes met.
"Nay, none."