Sure, if you like!

Okay, thoughts on Narvi…

(She’ll have her eggs soft-boiled please. Toast cut into ‘soldiers’ for dipping!)

So, I consider her to be a genius of the ‘mind can never ever stop working’ variety. She doodles in the margins of every scrap of paper. She can look at an uncarved, unfinished hunk of rock and know exactly what should be made from it, what is waiting inside it ready to be let out. She glances at a wall and sees the fault in it that will cause it to fall in four centuries’ time.

She’s learned to keep most of her thoughts to herself, simply because there are so many of them. They zip and sparkle and tumble through her head constantly. This lends her a rather impatient air, frankly – she always seems a little terse, but it’s usually because she’s also listening to the stones and the air and the fall of water and the EVERYTHING.

Also, uh… she doesn’t mean to be a snob, really. But everyone else’s work (bar a select few, like Telchar) is. Well. Compared to her own? They’re like a child’s finger-painting. She’s just so far ahead of them. She gets impatient! (and a bit lonely – it can be lonesome at the top when nobody else understands you).

Her opinion on Gimli/Legolas: she is both relieved and pained. Relieved – because she would see the great friendship between Elves and Dwarves restored. She knows what greatness can be found in Elves.

(she is also relieved for Legolas’ and Gimli’s sake – one of the few who is. She knows, better than most, that Elves are not impassive, and they do feel pain. She is glad for them both. And additionally, she’s also glad because GREAT MAHAL they were getting tiresome. All that annoying pining.)

And of course, the Gimli-Legolas relationship can’t help but remind her of her own life: of bright Elven eyes that smiled at her, a quick Elven mind that was as sharp and keen and brilliant as her own, of deft clever Elven fingers that made marvels.

And what happened next.