Kili

– All light is sacred to the Eldar. But Wood Elves love best the light of the stars.
– I always thought it is a cold light. Remote and far away.
– It is memory... precious and pure. Like your promise.

You cannot be her. She is far away. She is far... far away from me. She walks in starlight in another world.

— Aren't you going to search me? I could have anything down my trousers.
— Or, nothing.