A/N:
Hey guys! Bofa is death! If you haven't watched the movie yet, don't read, since there are some small tiny whimy spoilers!
Gandalf and Galadriel are killing me. They're so cute and adorable and heartbreaking...
KILL ME NOW!
I hope you like this story.
„Go! Quickly!"
His hand clasps around hers, a warmth instantly fills her and makes her go weaker than she already is.
„Come with me, my Lady."
His words cut deep. She wants nothing more than to go with him, to be with him, but it's not possible. She knows that, he knows that.
She's struggling and he can see it and all she wants is to cry. Seeing him so fragile breaks her heart, hearing him beg to come with her makes it even worse.
She knows she has to let go. She tries to save him, while he tries to save her. It's how they work, it's in their dynamic. One last look at his face and she pulls her hand out of his grasp.
„GO!"
Radagast doesn't hesitate and they move away from her. She can feel Gandalf's eyes on her back… until she doesn't. That's when she knows he's save and gone.
„Le melin, Mithrandir" she murmurs while she's lying on the cold and dirty ground, catching her breath and strength. She doesn't know when she's going to see him again, but she hopes it is soon.
Six Weeks Later
Galadriel wanders alongside the Gladden River, a cloak wrapped around her weakened body. She knows Celeborn had sent guards to watch over her, in case she'd collapse again, but all she wants right now is some peace and some time alone.
And him. She wants him so badly, her body is already aching for his touch. One simple touch, it's all she wants. She sighs and dips one foot into the river before she settles on the grass and puts both of them in the cold and refreshing water.
Her thoughts wander to the battle of Dol Guldur, how she found Gandalf without a sign of life on the floor, his begging for her to join him and then his trip to safety. Without a warning she feels contradicted, overwhelmed and rips on her cloak and gown to get some space between herself and her clothes. She starts to gasp and tears start to flow. She can't control her emotions, not when she has no strength to look over the borders to see if he's alive. She heard of the Battle under the mountain and that many had died. Elves, humans, dwarfs.
Hearing someone approach, she doesn't bother to turn around to see who it was. Maybe she should have, but she has no strength to show some stranger her vulnerable side.
Then she feels a very familiar hand on her shoulders and her breath hitches. Slowly, oh so slowly, she turns her head. The first thing she notices is his long, grey beard. Then his blue eyes and her tears starts to flow. She scrambles to her feet and engulfs him into a tight hug. His arms sneak around her waist to hold her as close as humanly possible. Galadriel takes in his scent, before she lays her had on his chest with her eyes closed.
„You're really here."
He chuckles and kisses her hairline. „I'm really here."
They stay like this for a while, before her legs give in and Gandalf decides to sit down, but to keep her in his lap. Her head still on his chest, his hands around her waist and the cloak over her body like a blanket, they listen to the sounds of the nature around them.
„Don't ever scare me like this again."
She nods and cuddles closer, her eyes remain closed.
„Le melin, Galadriel."
Galadriel tilts her head up, a radiant smile on her face. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, she leans forward and gently kisses him, one hand in the back of his neck, pulling him close. He responds right away, cupping her cheek.
„Le melin, Mithrandir. Le melin."