Oh, right. Guess she should figure elves don't exactly do things the way humans do. It seems to be working out all right though. Misty settles back into her crown-making while she explains.

"Don't know. I think my mama just like the sound of it. Suits me though, or so everyone says." She smiles up at Galadriel. "I grew up down on the bayou and in the swamps, you see, and that's where I get a lot of my magic, so makes sense. Not that Mama had any idea I was gonna be a witch, mind you."