But Galadriel could not deny that the leaving of her beloved brother hurt her very much. When Thingol and Melian officially said goodbye to their nephew, Galadriel stood opposite the room, staring firmly at the wall, standing as straight as an arrow, graciously as ever.

But the strength with which she held her husband's hand- proved the opposite.

As did her pale blue eyes, which were filled with bitter tears- though she'd never admit it. But she controlled herself well. She may had taken another name now-still she was Nerwen, the man-maiden, the one that did not cry, that did not bow, that did not collapse, whatever happened.

Only, only when her brother turned to the door, looking straight into her eyes when he passed her and her husband. Then- she cracked, and released Celeborn's hand, felling into the clearly surprised Finrod's arms.

He was not used to a crying "little sister".

Softly, he rubbed her back.

"Artanis, Artanis, this is not our farewell, sister!"

"'Tis Galadriel, Finrod!" Galadriel muttered, already smiling through her tears.

And so, Findárato Finrod and Artanis Galadriel were separated, and though Finrod had said that it wasn't their farewell-

It actually was.