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I have not seen you in many years, Frodo Baggins. It was a painful day, those years ago. I doubt you'd remember me, son of Drogo, heir of Bilbo. It was that painful day when your parents died. You saw me, but were too grief-stricken to notice or comprehend. I do not pity you, for I know that you do not want pity. I laud you and hope that what you dream may come true.
But seeing your face brings back those memories, memories no one could forget. The day you cried.
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Galadriel, Lady of Lorien, walked through the ancient forest. Her granddaughter, Arwen, was in charge at the moment, as nothing truly important needed to be done. Some responsibility on the young elf was needed so that she would grow up to her full potential. This respite gave Galadriel plenty of time to gaze into her thoughts, into her mirror.
It used to be that she would gaze into the mirror almost constantly, but since her daughter had gone to the undying lands, she could not bring herself to gaze in them with the fervor she once had. But today, today she felt she needed to see through the world.
Galadriel walked down the carved stairs to the clearing, on the stone altar stood the mirror. Quickly pouring the water she turned her all-seeing eyes onto the reflection. An image of a forest appeared. It was an older forest, but did not carry the elegance or knowledge of the elven forest. Then she saw it. There were small houses with ripe gardens. A river was flowing past this small settlement. Several small boats were floating down the river. A small fair was occurring. There was something else, but what? What is it? It's……… NO!
Jerking back, Galadriel stood looking up into the canopy of the trees. Her eyes filled with sorrow. She would not allow such a small creature to die.
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Galadriel stood next to her mare. The white horse carried no name, but for many years it had been her horse. She had others of course, but recently she felt an attachment with this horse in particular. She stroked the mane and whispered quietly into the mare's ear.
"Galadriel!" a voice cried out. "Where are you going?" The voice belonged to her husband, Celebron. Galadriel turned and looked at him.
"My dear, I have seen something, something that I must prevent. The mirror has shown me the way. But, unfortunately, I must depart immediately for the world of mortals does not wait for me." She leaned up to his face and quickly kissed him. "Good-bye, I shall see you soon." With that she mounted her horse and rode swiftly through the forest.
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Galadriel had ridden through the lands with such a rapid pace that even the Riders of Rohan would be jealous. She had finally made it to her destination. She dismounted and gently told the horse to go. Galadriel stood at the edge of a forest. She slowly walked forward, dragging a hand on the bark of the nearest tree. The trees responded to the wood-elf's touch and made her way as direct as possible. Several animals crossed her path, but the Lady paid them no attention. She walked briskly over the hills and rocks.
After a few hours of walking through the forest, Galadriel had reached a river. She put a hand in the water and pulled it back out. She looked at the river once more before following it towards the edge of the forest. When she arrived at the forest rim she saw the village from her vision. There were the houses, but there was no fair or any boats drifting in the river. Could she have come to late? Had the horror already occurred? But then she looked closer at the houses. The gardens were not through with their growing. She was early still. She had time.
Galadriel could save Frodo Baggins from his death.
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