Well, this is two part chapter, definitely AU, and here Galadriel do not have Nenya yet. And this war occurs before last alliance. Btw, my first language isn't English, so please forgive me for my errors.

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The forest of lothlorien, usually the calm peaceful serene heaven, today was full of activity, for the army of elves were about to leave on the first light of dawn, for the war against evil. Doomed soldiers were having their final farewells, while ellyth and elflings were tearing up, with farewells sung by minstrels, lovers bidding farewells to each other in shade of giant mallrons, for the fear that this will be final farewell as the future lay covered in a veil beyond them.

Still, the night was young; starry skies glinted as if no evil had touched Arda. Amidst the warriors who were gathering up in barracks after biding farewells to their loved ones, a lone warrior left the barracks, his purposeful strides carrying him to the largest malron of Caras Galadhon. He ascended the staircase, taking three steps at a time, in haste to approach his destination. He passed the great assembly hall, walked past the bowing guards in corridors, took the twists and turns of the massive silver trunk, and ascended the stairway that lead him more to the golden canopy ahead. The final double doors, doors of the private quarters of Lord and Lady of Lothlorien stood in his way.

He opened the doors silently, dismissing the guards with a nod, walked past the antechamber to the bedchamber of Lady of lothlorien. He entered, seeing the one he had come all this way for. Leaving his sword on a nearby table, he moved to the balcony, where a figure wrapped in silky white robes and golden locks, bathed in moon light was overlooking the entire golden wood. She did not stir, which meant she was unaware of his presence, a rare occurrence indeed. He knew her mind to be occupied with all the matters of war and safety of their kingdom; therefore, he slowly approached her, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

She was startled at first because of the sudden contact, but relaxed to his embrace nonetheless. Galadriel turned in his embrace, her long, pale fingers softly rubbing his cheeks, her sharp nose almost touching his.

"I thought you would never come," she whispered, still wondering that he came at all.

"How could I, my love? I would never depart without bidding farewell to you," he murmured to her ear, leaning to kiss her pale neck.

"Nay, Celeborn" she broke away from his embraces reluctantly, her gaze cast downwards as if she had wronged him. She wrapped her arms around as if it would protect her heart from breaking. "Do not torment me with such things, for my heart is heavy that …"

"Shh, my love. I leave with armies on my own will, for we have no other plan to win against the enemy. It isn't your doing. Would you leave me to the pain of refusal, Galadriel?"

With his words, she returned to his embrace, unshed tears glistening in her eyes. "I would never do so, my heart. But I thought you were against the decision we took with the council. It was hasty, and barely a wise one at that"

"We had no other choice. And I will never leave our people to death, when their skill and blood would protect me from harm. I will march forward with them", with his reply, she remembered the skilled march warden and the high- prince of Doriath he was then. Beneath the calm, poised, wise façade of the lord of the golden wood, that warden was still alive. She smiled, looking away for a moment and locking her gaze with his. In calm pools of silvery grey, she saw a hunger, a familiar one stirring in those pools.

"Ni melithodh n'uir1?" he asked through their bond, tightening his embrace around her. Her only reply was a kiss on his lips, which returned the same hunger and the passion he bore, as he lifted her off the feet and carried her inside.

The pale light of the dawn woke the lady to the day she wished that never to arrive. She sat up, to see his side of the bed was empty, and turned cold. She knew that he must have left early to gather all soldiers and inspect the preparations to leave. Her heart twisted in pain of parting, as still his touch, his fragrance lingering on herself has marked her body as his. She didn't want to be deprived of it so soon for they reunited from a long separation so recently, but knowing that the march upon enemy is much essential, with a sigh, she left the bed to get herself prepared for the leave of warriors, planned upon the break of dawn.

Lady of the lothlorien stood among warriors encouraging them and calling upon Elbereth and Manwe to bless upon them. Through the gaps on golden canopy ahead them, first rays of the golden sun, made patterns on bare skin of glowing faces and the reflected off the steel armor of soldiers. With final blessings casted upon them, all warriors turned forward, lead by their lord, marched away from the safe haven of lothlorien to the outside world, for the battle with the ultimate evil.

As maidens sung for the brave warriors who left for the battle, Galadriel returned to their talein, for she need now to replenish her skill over sword, for next army was arranged to leave lothlorien when dire need of aid for those who are in battle arisen. She had to lead that army, as well as meet the council to discuss over the matters of protection over the remaining population of Lothlorien.

She entered to the private chambers, hastily changing from the white gown to a tunic, leggings, and pair of knee length boots. She braided the unbound golden locks and reached for her sword, but to her surprise, it wasn't there. Her sword, Morafang*, was forged by her uncle, Fingolfin in Gondolin. As his daughter Idril wielded hadhafang, she wielded morafang, its twin. For so long it served her, but now in Morafang's place, lay Aranru'th**, the sword wielded by Elu Thingol himself, during first age and before. And its current owner was Celeborn; he was presented with the sword after Thingol passed away to the halls of Mandos. The sword was double edged, unlike her own, and was mingled with ancient sindarin magic, so the sword will act according to the will of its wielder, when a dire need arisen.

Tears rose to her eyes when she realized what he had done. She took the sword to her hands; un- sheathed it with much determination, and took off to the practicing grounds.

Haldir arrived back to Caras Galadhon after twenty-four hours of patrol. He was still a new recruit in training, but due to many wardens have left for war, new wardens and female wardens are placed in borders and city limits. And the schedule was tiresome even for an elf. Haldir wanted to see his brothers, and visit Lady Galadriel. He knew Orophin must have been looking after Rumil, who was still in house of healing after he broke his arm. So he decided first to visit the Lady. He quickened his pace to pass the private training grounds of lord of Lothlorien, knowing them to be abandoned after the lord had left to war. But something very peculiar reached his ears. Haldir entered training grounds and sneaked to see the source of sound he heard.

His eyebrows shot upwards near his hairline and his jaw slacked at the vision in front of him. Lady Galadriel, the serene Lady of Lothlorien, his foster mother, dressed in tunic and legging was dueling Aron, the swords master, the best duelist in entire Lothlorien beside Lord Celeborn, and was clearly, winning. He never thought his foster mother to be an expertise in matters of weapons and warfare and never seen her except in anything but those long white dresses. His eyes turned to catch every moment of the dueling elves, and within few moments, Lady had cornered master Aron, and had her sword pointed at his heart.

Lady Galadriel put her sword aside and smiled. "Excellent my lady, I must say you haven't loss any of your skills over time." Master Aron said as praise but he couldn't hide the astonishment he felt from his voice.

"Haldir, you can come out now," the lady said in a commanding yet a soft tone. Haldir sighed and walked towards his foster mother while the sword master bowed and exited the training ground. "How was the patrol, Haldir?" Galadriel asked, even though the March warden has informed her of it, she wanted to test if Haldir is performing his duty and responsibility well.

"Two Orc attacks, but minor ones at that. We managed to ambush them. Nothing else had happened."

Galadriel hid her smile, for this was the exact answer she expected. It seems that Haldir had put his heart in to this, in such early ages, showed the signs of rising through ranks soon, and become march warden, just like his adar, who was the march warden of golden wood before he was killed during an orc attack. Instead, she chose to speak about Rumil. "Rumil is fine now. But he is hurt that you haven't visited him. He is young and cannot fathom the responsibilities you bear. Don't be too hard on him" she advised, knowing Haldir can be too tough for his youngest brother sometimes. Haldir nodded in agreement. "I will visit him before I return to my station. I have couple of hours before I do so. Excuse me, my lady"

" Ion nin," Galadriel called him as he left, and Haldir turned in surprise that she never called him so in public for both his foster parents had agreed that other wardens mustn't feel that they are biased towards him, so had agreed over formalities when in public. "Tell Orophin to meet me while you visit Rumil. Master Aron had some complaints that I must discuss. I fear that these recent events are taking their toll over him. Tell him to arrive soon, I must attend the council meeting afterwards" Haldir nodded solemnly and walked towards house of healing telling himself that he need to pay much attention over his younger brothers.

Soft, cool breeze ruffled the silver branches of mallron, stars blinked and glowed in the celestial havens above. Lady of Lothlorien shifted on her chair at the head postion in council chambers, amidst the heated discussion whether they should evacuate ellyth and elflings or not. Council was against the idea, for they emphasized the fact that they will have no safe place to retreat, but she proposed that Lothlorien should be the center of healing rather than Imladris, for Lorien is closer and accessible than the hidden valley, which is in other side of misty mountains. She smoothly put forward that if ellyth and elflings were placed in Imladris, they will be safe and lorien will be able to fully able to keep as place for healing those who wounded in battle.

She managed to persuade the council to reconsider their theory and if they agree, they would start evacuating ellyth and elflings to Imladris in two days. Travelling through Khazad-dum is acceptable these days, but she knew dwarves would cut that privilege soon if they did not act quickly.

Suddenly her mind filled with a vision, a blurry vision of wisps of silver hair and muffled sounds of laughter and gurgling, flashed in her mind's eye, and it was gone as fast as it came. She gripped the armrest tight, her eyes fixed far away, trying to decipher the meaning of what she saw.

"My lady?" Nimwen, minister of finance threw a worried glance over, Yet Galadriel didn't show the worry and panic that was worming through her heart, and joined in the discussion as nothing had happened before.

Galadriel returned to her chambers very late into the night, emitting the usual cool and calm aura, her triumph over council lay forgotten because of the fear, for she had a faint idea about the vision she just had. "Oh Eru, please let it be not what I think" she prayed silently. She dismissed her servants, and shredded all her clothing and sat in her bath, pressing her trembling palm against her stomach; she closed her eyes and concentrated.

She felt the wavering of a new life, weak but definitely there.

Well, this is the part one, I honestly don't know when part 2 will be out, but I'll try.

Will you love me to the eternity? ( I got this meaning from the site Merin Essi ar Quenteli)

*- Morafang- I do not remember where I got this idea from, it isn't cannon, may be from a fanfic.

**- Aranu'th- this sword is really Elu Thingol's sword. But it didn't have that magical ability. It's meaning is 'king's ire'. This sword was passed through the line of Numenorian kings after first age. Here I made Celeborn its owner because I felt it was more realistic.

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