While listening to: Nature sounds; wind charms, air, rain and thunder, Chinese flute
Day after day, he had not left the lady's thoughts. She sat alone far off in Lothlorien away from everyone. A shady spot where many trees stand. She was nervous and fell silent while sitting up straight. The only thing that could be heard was the water flowing in a little near by lake. She felt peaceful and looked down at Neya on her finger. Tears started to form in her eyes. She closed her eyes and looked at the ground. She set her thoughts on the sound of the river. It clamed her nerves. Looking up at the sky shadowed by the many trees that stood she stopped to think her thoughts over. Frodo would be fine, he was a ring bearer and he must do this alone. She could never go with him, for she, the Lady of the Wood would try to take the One Ring from him the most. Would she blame herself if he failed? If she had token the One Ring she would more powerful then those of the fellowship and the enemy. She could destroy the one ring and destroy all of the evil. She got up and kneeled over to the water. Leaning in closer, she put her face forward in the small lake. Putting her body the ground, she put her whole face in water. Almost all her hair was wet now. She got up, along with her hair; the top of her white dress was wet. Water dripped down her dress. I shall remain Galadriel.