The Lady Galadriel stood beside her mirror, gently pouring water from a shimmering vase into the little pool of stone. The look on her face was hard and slightly stretched as she finished pouring the water and set the vase down on the ground beside her. Pausing for a moment, she shifted her forest green gown before lightly dipping her fingers into the water.
‘Show me my daughter. Show me Maeve, princess of Lorien.’ She thought, closing her eyes. For a moment the mirror shimmered before a picture appeared in her head. It had an air of something that happened long ago, a certain mustiness around it that was slightly familiar to the elven queen.
‘No, that is too old. Show me a newer one, show me my daughter now.’ She concentrated harder and then gasped as the freshness of the second vision almost took her by surprise. It wasn’t quite as clear as she would have liked, but it would have to do.
A moan escaped from Galadriel as she crumpled over the mirror, thinking of nothing but her little elfling dying all alone. It was all that she could think of as she picked herself up and slowly walked back to the flet, thinking of nothing but ordering Haldir to return from the border as quickly as he could. It was apparent that he hadn’t told the whole story of that night.
“Finally finished.” Celeborn said as he leaned back in his chair one more time and held the piece of parchment in his hands. Just to be sure, he read over it once more to be sure that he had said everything that had to be addressed. It would be at least three days before he received a response, so he had better say all that was needed.
“Perfect.” He muttered and then turned to face one of the servants who had just entered his office to drop off a snack of lembas bread. “Penrha, please fetch the ranger who brought me the note from Rivendell. I have a response for him.”
“I’m sorry for snapping at you.” I said to Telir as we sat in the flet. All of our stuff had been carefully organized into piles to guarantee that as soon as we got the word, we would be back on our way. I could hardly wait. Every moment that we spent in this flet made me want to scream, to run and spend the rest of my life living a lonely existence in some faraway forest.
“It’s fine.” He murmured. I didn’t feel convinced, so I flashed him a quick glance. He smiled. “Really. I swear.” Feeling a little better, I leaned back into a blanket that I had rolled up to use as a cushion. It had only just begun to get dark as the sun set over Lorien and the other flets began to come alive with candlelight.
Suddenly, the blond head of an elf popped up over the rope ladder that led to our flet. His face was serious and strict and my blood froze again, worried that I had been discovered. Every bone in my body was anxious and on edge. Telir even leapt to his feet, a look of anger on his face that soon faded to relief.
“You are the ranger, correct?” Telir nodded, and the elf went on. “The Lord is done with his response. He requests that you come to his chambers to receive it and then take it to Rivendell as fast as your horses will go.”
“Take this to the border.” Galadriel said as she handed yet another piece of parchment to a mounted elf warrior. “It is a request that Haldir return to the city as quickly as he can. I must speak with him again.” The rider nodded and then sped off into the night, still clutching the letter in his hand. She sighed once again and then turned to return to her own bedchambers.
“How are you this night, my lady?” Celeborn questioned, sneaking up behind her and placing his arm around her waist. He had just come from handing his own note over to the ranger Telir, who had promised to leave the woods the very next morning and ride to Rivendell with great haste.
She could not help but laugh. He could be so sweet to her sometimes, when he was not holed up in his study working hard on some matter of great importance. Gazing up at the stars, she tried to decide how to respond and if to tell him of the latest vision her mirror had shown her. ‘It’s really better that I don’t get his hopes up. The mirror might be wrong and Haldir might have not been involved at all.’ She thought as she leaned up to place a hand upon his face.
“I fare well, my lord.” Her voice was smooth and content and she leaned in and shared a kiss with him, smiling. He smiled back as they both secretly reveled in the fact that they might get Maeve returned to them soon. No more words passed between them as they acceded up the stone stairs and back into the little room that led up to the rope ladder to the flet that they both shared.
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