Introduction
Gandalf and Galadriel sat in council. "It must be done," he said, "If the message is proved true then this maybe the only way to save him. He is needed."
"You are right," the Lady of the Golden Woods replied, "It shall be done tomorrow. I must now go prepare. Make sure he comes to me at sunrise tomorrow." Gandalf stood and bowed as the elf departed. He then sat down, the troubles that ailed his mind showed on his face as well. As it began to grow dark he went and sort the one who was needed.
"Legolas," he called to the Prince of Mirkwood, who was travelling through Lothlorien with Gimli his dwarf companion, "Legolas, the lady wished to speak with you. You must go to her dawn." Gandalf looked at him with steely grey eyes, "Alone." Legolas only nodded in reply. As Gandalf walked away, Legolas began to feel worried. He knew something was wrong.
Elves do not sleep so as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the trees of Lorien, Legolas went in search of the lady Galadriel. It was as if she was calling to him, he knew exactly where to find her. She turned around to smile at him, and Legolas followed as she went down spiral stone stairs. "Look into my mirror Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood. You will see what may come to pass." Legolas did as he was bid, staring into the motionless water of the infamous Mirror of Galadriel.
At first, he saw nothing, save the swirling of mists. The mists began to form solid shapes. It was clear that what he saw was not his time. Strange metal objects, tall buildings, not in and fashion he knew. He saw a girl, a mortal girl, small with blonde hair. She was happy, smiling to herself. She was beautiful, he thought. Suddenly the scene switched. Not to a different time, just a different place. There was fire, blood, the crying of elves as they were slaughtered. Legolas wanted to look away, but he could not. He felt the evil that was controlling this. It made his blood boil. He tried to reach for his bow to help them, but he could not. Then there was quiet. There was bodies strewn everywhere, he could smell the decay, and he heard the laughter, mocking the elves. The scene switched back to the girl. Legolas felt the same evil, the same danger, but she was unaware. She could not tell what was coming. He had to help. He had to get to her and warn her and her people so they could prepare and be ready. He must protect her. "You must get help," he whispered over and over to her, leaning into the mirror, "you must find a way," but she did not respond. Legolas moved in closer. His nose finally touched the water, but instead of pulling him back Galadriel let him move in closer until all his face was submerged. She looked to her right and noticed Gandalf coming out from the shadows where he had been watching and listening to Legolas' pleas to the mortal of the future. Galadriel looked back, suddenly Legolas' body fell into the pool of the mirror, and he was gone.
"I hope what we have done is for the best, Gandalf the White."
"I am sure it is my lady. If you will excuse me, I must speak to Gimli and then leave to travel to King Thranduil in Mirkwood." Galadriel nodded and then looked back at the pool. The mirror now only showed her troubled reflection.
Gandalf and Galadriel sat in council. "It must be done," he said, "If the message is proved true then this maybe the only way to save him. He is needed."
"You are right," the Lady of the Golden Woods replied, "It shall be done tomorrow. I must now go prepare. Make sure he comes to me at sunrise tomorrow." Gandalf stood and bowed as the elf departed. He then sat down, the troubles that ailed his mind showed on his face as well. As it began to grow dark he went and sort the one who was needed.
"Legolas," he called to the Prince of Mirkwood, who was travelling through Lothlorien with Gimli his dwarf companion, "Legolas, the lady wished to speak with you. You must go to her dawn." Gandalf looked at him with steely grey eyes, "Alone." Legolas only nodded in reply. As Gandalf walked away, Legolas began to feel worried. He knew something was wrong.
Elves do not sleep so as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the trees of Lorien, Legolas went in search of the lady Galadriel. It was as if she was calling to him, he knew exactly where to find her. She turned around to smile at him, and Legolas followed as she went down spiral stone stairs. "Look into my mirror Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood. You will see what may come to pass." Legolas did as he was bid, staring into the motionless water of the infamous Mirror of Galadriel.
At first, he saw nothing, save the swirling of mists. The mists began to form solid shapes. It was clear that what he saw was not his time. Strange metal objects, tall buildings, not in and fashion he knew. He saw a girl, a mortal girl, small with blonde hair. She was happy, smiling to herself. She was beautiful, he thought. Suddenly the scene switched. Not to a different time, just a different place. There was fire, blood, the crying of elves as they were slaughtered. Legolas wanted to look away, but he could not. He felt the evil that was controlling this. It made his blood boil. He tried to reach for his bow to help them, but he could not. Then there was quiet. There was bodies strewn everywhere, he could smell the decay, and he heard the laughter, mocking the elves. The scene switched back to the girl. Legolas felt the same evil, the same danger, but she was unaware. She could not tell what was coming. He had to help. He had to get to her and warn her and her people so they could prepare and be ready. He must protect her. "You must get help," he whispered over and over to her, leaning into the mirror, "you must find a way," but she did not respond. Legolas moved in closer. His nose finally touched the water, but instead of pulling him back Galadriel let him move in closer until all his face was submerged. She looked to her right and noticed Gandalf coming out from the shadows where he had been watching and listening to Legolas' pleas to the mortal of the future. Galadriel looked back, suddenly Legolas' body fell into the pool of the mirror, and he was gone.
"I hope what we have done is for the best, Gandalf the White."
"I am sure it is my lady. If you will excuse me, I must speak to Gimli and then leave to travel to King Thranduil in Mirkwood." Galadriel nodded and then looked back at the pool. The mirror now only showed her troubled reflection.
