Through Her Eyes
Disclaimer: The usual applies. Also, several lines used are adapted from the song "Noldor" on Blind Guardian's Nightfall in Middle-Earth.
A/N: The 1st age of Middle-Earth, from Galadriel's POV. Oddly enough, I was intending to just have a random elleth, but she just ended up there. Yeah, I know she left eventually, but this is intended to be written sometime in the 2nd or perhaps early 3rd age, and I'm working heavily off of a few passages from Unfinished Tales.
She was a survivor. She had been there through it all, darkness, blood, ice, and fire, and she would be there until the end.
She had been there when darkness fell on the Blessed Shores. She'd spoken in the throng of restless Noldor, seen the slaying of her mother's kin, and heard her people's doom pronounced.
Blood was on their hands indeed.
She had been there when the way grew hard. She'd seen from afar the burning of ships, and first felt despair on the long trek across the ice.
Black winter it was.
She had been there since the first moonrise, through an age of war. She'd seen the fleeting hope of peace, and battle again, as her brothers fell among the ranks of the brave warriors, and as the once fair realms of the Eldar were defeated one by one.
Darkness seemed inescapable.
She had been there when new hosts came at last from the West. She'd been there when the dark lord fell, and her people returned to Aman.
But she returned not.
For she was a survivor. She had been through it all, darkness, blood, ice, and fire, and she would be there until the end.
