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You don't have to do that.

[Tim never lets go of his suspicions, even with her. Especially with her, in fact.] Why do you continue to try?

I know that but I want to. You are my guest and my friend. [And that's all that matters, at least to her.] I have never liked seeing people upset or in pain.

[He narrows his eyes on her, his look one that does not simply see but looks beyond the surface, seeking what might be hiding beneath. Tim is not a trusting individual - he does not befriend everyone like Chassie, or select people to become close to as Chari does.

Even the likes of Temper have better developed social skills.]

And if they deserve it? [He questions, maintaining that sharp, penetrating gaze.] What of it, then?

[She stops and turns her gaze towards him again. If they deserve it? How many people has she ever known that she thought deserved to be hurt in any way? She's had a long life, it's something she has to give some thought to.]

I have rarely known anyone that I thought deserved it. [The orcs but did they count as people?] So I am not sure I can give you a very good answer.

Some people deserve it. Some people deserve to suffer exactly what they inflicted on others.

[He moves a few steps before he realises she's stopped and looks over his shoulder, brow still faintly creased.] But some people never get what they deserve.

[Tim looks down and kicks a small stone away from his foot.]

You can call me Hayden. Do not tell anyone else that name.

Hayden? [Curious at first and then she beams and moves closer, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before resuming the careful distance they had.]

I will not tell a soul. I will even be careful not to think it near my mother. [Not that Galadriel would pry. Intentionally.]

Perhaps some do, I have never thought it much. I was born in a time of peace, it is all I really ever knew.

[He clicks his tongue lightly against the roof of his mouth. Despite willingly giving her the name, he still seems to momentarily cringe at the sound of it.

In the easy movement of walking it is easy to disguise the state of discomfort that she found him in, and he pushes his hands into his pockets.]

Peace is an illusion. A prelude to what inevitably comes after. Nothing more than that.

[If he asks, she'll keep using 'Tim' and, truthfully, she'll use it pretty often. Simply because of habit, she still thought of her mother as Galadriel after all, when everyone in Tirion thought of Artanis or Nerwen.]

Peace can be real, though rare.

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