Prologue
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Gilromen of the Wandering People of Middle Earth ran with all her might. The men chasing her far behind would not tire out so easily as she thought.
They chased her over logs and through the forest. She dodged their arrows behind trees and the occasional ruins. They wore the mark of Gondor on their cloaks and the famous horn at their side.
Gilromen was an Elven Lady. For years she dwelt with Cirdan the Shipwright until Elrond, Galadriel, and Mithrandir had sailed over the sea. She then dwelt in Lothlorien with Celeborn. After King Ellesar died, Gilromen lived in the company of King Thranduil, her greatest ally.
For a long time now she had been hunted down because of this. You see, the cruel and evil king Mithandul, of direct decent of King Ellesar was afraid that the elves would revolt and try and take him from the throne. He knew that Gilromen had intended to do so for a while now.
But Gilromen had little help. For many of the Elves had sailed across the sea and those who remained were being hunted. The dwarves had hidden themselves in Moria and Men sided with their cruel king, for any who caught an elf was paid in great amounts. Only the elves in Eryn Lasgalan aided her.
Gilromen could see Caras Galadron, the very land where the greatest elf- queen had lived, The Lady Galadriel. Men would not dare to go there, for they thought it haunted and a place of evil; it was a Holy land for Elves.
Gilromen jumped over a fallen log and quickened her pace as she heard the chase behind her slow down. They knew her plan. Arrows whizzed and missed as she ducked behind a tree.
"Just a bit farther."
Safety. But Gilromen would not stop there. She continued to run until she was lost. Anger ran thru her. The Kings troops had caught her company weak and unprepared after an orc attack.
The elf found herself in a clearing where a small stream ran, in the center a pedestal with a silver dish in the center.
"The mirror of Galadriel" she said in awe.
She had seen it once before, but her memory of Lothlorien was limited. She looked around for a pitcher and found it, buried under the leaves and dirt that had covered it over centuries. She filled it to the rim with water and poured it on the dish.
Images were blurred together until one became clear. The most handsome Elf she had ever seen. His pale golden hair flew in the wind and his bright blue eyes held her gaze even though she knew he wasn't there. Beside him stood a stout dwarf with white hair and a tangled beard. They both wore clothing of old styles. The imaged blurred to show King Mithandul smiling maliciously at an unseen figure.
She then saw a maiden with Golden hair and eyes that were somewhere between blue and gray. She wore a dress that shone with white light and a circlet upon her head. She seemed to be walking with Aragorn and Arwen. There were others too, though who they were was unknown. So this image was from the past. Gilromen thought. The images swirled and the water rippled. When the water became as still as glass, She could clearly see the reflection of her dirty face, neglected hair and worn out clothing.
The Mirror of Galadriel---------------------------------------------------- -----------------------
Gilromen of the Wandering People of Middle Earth ran with all her might. The men chasing her far behind would not tire out so easily as she thought.
They chased her over logs and through the forest. She dodged their arrows behind trees and the occasional ruins. They wore the mark of Gondor on their cloaks and the famous horn at their side.
Gilromen was an Elven Lady. For years she dwelt with Cirdan the Shipwright until Elrond, Galadriel, and Mithrandir had sailed over the sea. She then dwelt in Lothlorien with Celeborn. After King Ellesar died, Gilromen lived in the company of King Thranduil, her greatest ally.
For a long time now she had been hunted down because of this. You see, the cruel and evil king Mithandul, of direct decent of King Ellesar was afraid that the elves would revolt and try and take him from the throne. He knew that Gilromen had intended to do so for a while now.
But Gilromen had little help. For many of the Elves had sailed across the sea and those who remained were being hunted. The dwarves had hidden themselves in Moria and Men sided with their cruel king, for any who caught an elf was paid in great amounts. Only the elves in Eryn Lasgalan aided her.
Gilromen could see Caras Galadron, the very land where the greatest elf- queen had lived, The Lady Galadriel. Men would not dare to go there, for they thought it haunted and a place of evil; it was a Holy land for Elves.
Gilromen jumped over a fallen log and quickened her pace as she heard the chase behind her slow down. They knew her plan. Arrows whizzed and missed as she ducked behind a tree.
"Just a bit farther."
Safety. But Gilromen would not stop there. She continued to run until she was lost. Anger ran thru her. The Kings troops had caught her company weak and unprepared after an orc attack.
The elf found herself in a clearing where a small stream ran, in the center a pedestal with a silver dish in the center.
"The mirror of Galadriel" she said in awe.
She had seen it once before, but her memory of Lothlorien was limited. She looked around for a pitcher and found it, buried under the leaves and dirt that had covered it over centuries. She filled it to the rim with water and poured it on the dish.
Images were blurred together until one became clear. The most handsome Elf she had ever seen. His pale golden hair flew in the wind and his bright blue eyes held her gaze even though she knew he wasn't there. Beside him stood a stout dwarf with white hair and a tangled beard. They both wore clothing of old styles. The imaged blurred to show King Mithandul smiling maliciously at an unseen figure.
She then saw a maiden with Golden hair and eyes that were somewhere between blue and gray. She wore a dress that shone with white light and a circlet upon her head. She seemed to be walking with Aragorn and Arwen. There were others too, though who they were was unknown. So this image was from the past. Gilromen thought. The images swirled and the water rippled. When the water became as still as glass, She could clearly see the reflection of her dirty face, neglected hair and worn out clothing.