At that, Galadriel is surprised--that is twice in one conversation that Thranduil has managed it and it is something of a record. She looks at him and draws a slow breath.

"I should hope his choices do not weigh me down, but I cannot be sure of that." She replies. It makes sense that he knows, after a fashion--his son had been from beyond the third age, had he not?

"You are not angry with me, for loving again while he lives, however distant?"