Though friendship and allies Rohan and Gondor had for a long time been, few knew the nuances and tensions that lie in the shadows of their relationship. As one of royal blood, Ithiliel -- along side her siblings -- had been taught such subtleties that the populace little knew nor suspected. However, her sister seemed happy with the proposal, and so Ithiliel would be happy for her; and CELEBRATE alongside the rest of the Kingdom.
“Interesting, or arrogance and pride?” The comment is murmured, with no intention of being heard by her aunt, though it is remembered too late the extraordinary hearing of her company. “Regardless, the decisions are not mine to make, and so I carry them not.” The question, though surprising, is one she does not have to think before answering, though the use of her title does bring a smile to lift the corner of her lip in amusement. “My travels have carried me all over Endor. Eryn Lasgalen, Dale, Moria, and Ithilien. For the most part there is peace among us all, but I find myself wandering to the North in dreams often, for the sake of curiosity. Who are the people that live beyond Arnor, in Forodwaith -- IF people still remain in such lands. I know little, and the libraries harbor little more.” Only the histories of those lands existed in her books, but humanity was a hardy race, and she did not believe that all Men had simply disappeared from such lands. “But to see the endless fields of ice and snow -- that would be a grand adventure indeed!”