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Sometimes, if she thinks hard enough, she can pretend she is in her father's gardens.
She can close her eyes and breath in the scent of the flowers and herbs and just envision her father coming towards her. But the noises of the city are loud and her elven ears hear its roar even as she tries to pretend.
Some day, her love promises, they will journey back to the hidden valleys of her home, and walk the gardens of her kindred again.
But he is too busy still, and there is much that must still be done before the king and his wife can enjoy the peace of the new age together.
There are times when her sadness takes hold of her too strongly and she can do nothing more than watch the West, searching with her far seeing eyes for the home she forsook when she married her king.
Sometimes her lord will join her, hold her hand and look west, for he searches for Imladris as well.