A part of her wanted to lash out, not for nothing was she called the swan maiden of Alqualonde. Swans could be vicious. She didn't have the energy though of any real desire. Her husband was made into this and he couldn't even tell her when it would come to an end. When she would have all of him back.

"Peace does not last forever." He would know, they all knew what was to come. The Dagor Dagorath. No one would be safe. At least, by then, there was some guarantee of him being himself again. And she'd be here with him.

She was still tense, trying to make sense of this and trying to warm up to this new Arafinwë.

"Tell me of your-" She paused briefly, not liking what she was going to say. "-your people."