Bequest
She watched him come forward and frowned in concern. Thranduil's son now had a face with furrows worn by grief, and no glow at all. She was surprised that he'd even made the trip.
"What can I do for you, Thranduilion?" she asked gently.
"I come on behalf of another," was the answer, "to fulfill a bequest. He wanted you to have this, and hoped you would think of him kindly." He held out a hand and dropped a jewel into Galadriel's receiving palm - a jewel with three golden hairs curled gracefully within.
She nodded, too moved for words.