Ah! We have survived much harm. Or rather, not survived it, but in the end, we have weathered it. But your kind sympathy and friendship are much welcomed, Margaery! Arda Marred was what we called that world, because is was a later version of Arda, the one we had known. It was as though many thousands of years had passed, and some new disaster had emptied that world of human beings. We never found out what had happened. But new people came, including me and some of my family. There were villages and towns with their buildings still intact, if a little dilapidated. We made ourselves at home, and tried to make lives there, and did what we could to help regenerate the world.

I am really glad you were rescued from that state of nothingness! Even if it was the Hadriel gods who were responsible. We Elves call it the Void.

I'm of your opinion. I believe that such feelings are vey common, only some people acknowledge them and others don't. The man you love right now, is he one you loved in Westeros? Or has someone in Hadriel caught your eye and your heart?

[ He acknowledges those condolences with a nod of thanks. ]

[ Smile. ] We don't let Cel go around in rags, but I'm afraid he's rather like me, only worse. He doesn't often think of his attire, except in terms of whether it is warm enough or fulfills some other practical function. He doesn't worry much about how he looks. But if you are at all inclined to use your skills to make a gift for him, I'm sure he'd accept it with gratitude. You'd have my gratitude, too.