‘Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both no and yes.’

Arwen balanced Galadriel's silver vessel in her hands. Starlight reflected from the water inside cast wavering light on her face.

"Will you look in the Mirror?"

"I wished to see the future of this love… but now I wonder if that is wise. You said once that the Mirror was dangerous as a guide of deeds."

"It may be; but only you can say whether you want guidance."

Slowly Arwen raised the ewer and tilted it. The silver sang as water spilled in a thin stream on to the grass. "I will choose for myself, no matter what may come."

[for Ithildin's birthday, "something with Elves"]