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Broken Mirror
By Nezumi
Prologue T.A. 2509
A cry in the night. A fair head shook in the night. She would not be forgotten; every day of the second month Lady Galadriel would think of the lovely girl. Tomorrow at daylight she would go and tell her people, but who else was here to mourn her passing? In fact, though it would be an evil thought to think some elves would feel relief that she was gone from them for better or worse forever. Whether she was killed or simply made to suffer out eternity in the hands of Evil Galadriel could not see, the mirror had broken for just one elf. It was the one elf she had offered the mirror to, and the one elf who refused.
Galadriel's head drooped over the water. Her own future she could not see, she could see Ninui future equally as clearly. Why could she not? If she could, she would send out an entire band of the Gweth Gilith if it could retrieve her--in fact she was tempted to do so anyhow. But the Gilith were her best warriors and she could not forsake her entire people for a single girl, and with the recruits coming by the bundles these days there would be no one left to train the young things.
All of Caras Galadon and all of Lothlorien awoke upon the next cry. It was silenced, most likely by death. Who was here to weep for her passing? She was so innocent and rendered helpless for the lack of parents-- the only orphan elf in Lothlorien. Galadriel never been particularly fond of the snappish young girl and this had not only been due to the fact she was a spit-fire, but also because it frustrated the Lady of the Golden Wood beyond end that she was forced to speak to the youngling orally without exception.
Never had Galadriel had such resistance in all her long life. Never to speak of. Though it wasn't as if the youth was trying to resist, she was well-meant. But... the girl had been too curious and it had led to her downfall. So many questions... Galadriel shook her head. She nearly pitied the orcs if they made her a slave.
Upon the dawn of the morning she ascended to her balcony above the Galdhrim. What was she to say? They simply wanted know if it was the hunting party. They did not care. Where had all the humanity and honor gone in Lothlorien?
"My lady Galadriel," a captain of the Gweth Gilith Galadhrim guard named Rumil approached her tentatively. "Was it my brother's hunting party that was caught last night? Every elf in Lothlorien heard the cry of despair."
"No, my good captain," she replied loftily. His heart went to ease, then curiosity but he did not say it. "The hunting party was nowhere near the site of this atrocity. To the North, one of our people wandered too close to the edge of the wood and was taken by a raiding party of orcs."
"Is she alive my lady?" a relatively young elf by the name of Haldir inquired. Galadriel could search his heart and was pleased what she found. So there was still compassion left in the great kingdom in which she had saved from its doom? There was still a brave one left? He did not know the girl, in fact he did not even know for sure it was a girl but he was determined to know her fate. He was determined to never let the wayward elf come to harm nor any other elf in the community.
"Come here young genteel."
Rumil shot his younger brother a death glare. He had been ordered not to speak out of turn. If your heart was as pure as his then you would have made no such order, Galadriel informed the captain, who straightened like a board.
"I know not, Haldir," Galadriel said. "The ring shows me nothing."
The entire flock of elves below her went into whispers momentarily forgetting that she could already feel their shock. Not only had she mentioned the ring aloud, but she could not see? Was Lady Galadriel's power fading? Was she not the all seeing good? Did she not know went on in their wood anymore? Could she no longer protect them with the ring? Could she still hear their thoughts as they thought now? If she could, they were disgraced with themselves.
"My friends," Galadriel addressed them. "It is only the little one. There is hardly a handful of people that cannot see into my mirror and I cannot listen to their thoughts and desires. One is Gandalf the Grey and the second, Elrond, the Lord of Imladris, Celeborn, and my own Celebrian. The Eye I cannot read; his actions yes, his thoughts no. Who is to say this is an example of dissipating power?"
The group gulped. And as she predicted there was no one to shed a tear for the girl named after the second month because her mother had died--oddly enough, giving birth to her.
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A.N. Well, this is the prologue so its short. Generally speaking I try to skip prologues, but I couldn't make this a chapter for some odd reason. *shrugs* Please tell me what you think!