Thoughts are in (')
Chapter I: Olori*
Galadriel was sitting proudly on her white horse while her sword danced skillfully, giving no mercy to her enemies. Horrific screams tore the sky, announcing the victory of Death over countless numbers of lifeless bodies; the smell of blood and burned flesh assaulting her nose, but she did not take heed. There was no time to reason, no time to think, for a slight carelessness would send her immediately to death.
Finally, the war died down. The Warrior Princess looked around in horror, and for the first time since she plunged herself into this war, she realized what she had done. The land was flooded with blood, defiled with thousands of corpses of her kinsmen scattered all over the battlefield. Some surviving Elves were screaming and sobbing in great misery.
Half in trance, Galadriel dismounted her horse and knelt beside a dead body which was her last victim. Before she took any action, an Elf maid ran to the body and screamed, "No…!"
"You killed him!" she screamed. Before Galadriel could say anything, the Elf maid had unsheathed a blade and pointed it at Galadriel. "You have killed my husband. Now I will kill you." Her voice was cold as ice, though her eyes flamed with hatred and fury. She swung her blade at Galadriel, but the next second, this maiden Elf fell to the ground with an arrow protruding from her chest.
"No!" Galadriel awoke from her dream. Her heart pounded fast. It was the third time in this month she had the same dream and it had profoundly affected her. 'Why? What sort of reminiscence does it bring?' she questioned herself.
Long ago, she had won the struggle to admit that she was guilty, yet forgiven. But she always knew she would reap what she sowed one day. Could the day be approaching?
'Nay, I shall not fear. If my blood must be shed to redeem my own deeds, then it must be done.'
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A/N: Olori means visions or dreams in Quenya.