A/N: Okay, so I'm gonna come out and admit it. I have not yet read the books. But that what I have my friend Brittany for. She's read the books and she's not afraid to tell me that I screwed up somewhere. I have however seen the movies many times and I do love them, very much. So, let's all be friends and not hate me for my terrible rendition of this different little fic here. :) Oh, and please review. :3
Galadriel looked to the north, her brilliant blue eyes looking far beyond what anyone else could see. Her pale blond locks flew restlessly in the wind with her calm hands clasped in front of her. She did not look away, no matter how long Lord Celeborn watched her.
This he was used to. He was used to her mind wandering off for days at a time, not eating or drinking until finally she'd had her fill of seeing far beyond what anyone could comprehend. All that, he was used to.
He wasn't used to her soft laugh, a smile placing itself on her lips. He wasn't used to her turning her head to look him in the eye, those delightful orbs gazing at him in just the way that made him fall for her all those years ago.
"My love." She said softly. "Hope is here. She has come."
Celeborn tilted his head, an ever questioning gaze meeting hers, knowing exactly what she meant.
"But how…?" He took a few steps forward until he was directly behind her, using his own eyes to look past her in the direction she had been looking only moments before.
However Galadriel did not answer. She simply watched as her husband gazed and gazed, but could not see as far as she could. She saw past The Shire, farther North than many had ever traveled. She saw a dark kingdom left in ruins long ago, and she saw two cloaked figures coming south.
She watched as they stopped to rest, taking little bites of bread and letting their horses drink of the pond nearby. She saw them regroup, saw them pass the place of the halflings and wander towards Rivendell. She saw them pass through the great city and head straight for the place they simply knew they had to go, towards the object of their arrival.
Towards Lothlórien. Towards the Ring of Power…
Celeborn simply did not understand why he himself couldn't see, then his wife took his hand, and it was there. Plain as day he saw everything she had. Every footstep, every travel-wary breath. But most of all he saw a bright, glowing pendant around the neck of one of the nomads he saw. The pendant was a tigers eye stone with an elaborate silver dragon draped around it, enveloping it as if drinking from it's lifeforce.
And then he knew, they were saved.