A Quick Note...
Rated T for an incident of (very) mild language, brief mentions of rape (that does not occur), and violence (read: Orc decapitating) later on.
... And a Not-so-Quick Disclaimer:
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Overkill, but I don't particularly want to get sued or have to take this story off this site. So! On with the show...
IMPORTANT:
Italics are thoughts.
Prologue
Galadriel gazed at the group before her. An Elf, of Mirkwood, the sole son of King Thranduil. A Dwarf. A Man of Gondor. A Man of the North; Aragorn, she knew this one well. She smiled slightly at him in greeting. Four Halflings: the Ringbearer, his servant, and his two cousins.
Nine had set out from Rivendell. The Wizard was gone, then. He had passed beyond her sight.
But that could wait, for the moment. A slight movement caught her attention, and her gaze flitted away.
There was another. A maiden had appeared from behind Aragorn, stepping reluctantly from her hiding place. Or maybe he had pulled her out; it made no difference. Her garb was strange. She carried no weapon. She looked around at the forest with wide eyes, as if she had seen nothing like it before.
There was something familiar about her. She was different than the others. The Lady of Lórien searched through her memory. Ages had passed, and she had remained, forever unchanging. She had seen much of the world, and knew much of what went on within its borders.
Galadriel's eyes widened slightly as remembrance struck her. This has happened before...