A solitary Elf rides without rest towards Gondor. When his horse tires, he leaves it behind, and calls to the riderless horses in this land famed for them. Enough come to speed him on his way. Black is his armor, and black his sword. These feel strange to him, for he has not born them since ... before. Such has been his choice, never to bear these again except in the last need.
Another, even more solitary Elf heads for Mordor. Unlike the black-armored one, none ever know of his passage. Not the birds or beasts, nor even the trees. Only the grass and the stones he treads upon are in any way aware of him. So I pass through Arda Marred, he reflects sadly as he seeks once more to leave it. Always his previous attempts have failed, as the battles in which he sought to fall were turned into victories by his own hand, even when every last one of the Elves he took into battle with him had fallen. So, for years beyond count, he has fought the battles alone. He hopes to meet Sauron himself this time, and so make his end.
In Lorien, Galadriel awakes with renewed fea and hroa. She feels better rested than she has in many yeni. Were it not for the approaching doom, she would feel like singing. She sees the troubled face of her beloved still dreaming, and knows well the source of her renewal. Can she share it with him? Not the source, but the strength? The joy with which she had awakened soon dissipates as she perceives the answer. Ai, she had not spoken truly to Frodo when she said "To bear a Ring of Power is to be alone." Or rather, she had not yet known how truly she had spoken. The joy is gone now, but the strength remains.
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