The first one with whom I spoke about my wish, wasn't Elanor.
I had hesitated for a long time, because she was someone I really trusted, and my best friend, but I decided to go first to someone else. My "uncle" (another uncle who wasn't exactly my uncle!) Pippin.
Uncle Pippin lived in Tookland, with his wife, auntie Diamond, and their little Son Faramir. I do not know why I did talk with him first.
Maybe because he was the youngest of my three "uncles", and maybe because I hoped that he would understand me better? I did not know.
I went to his place on market day, guessing that his wife would be away for an hour or two, and most certainly would have taken her son with her.
I guessed right. When uncle Pip let me in, there were just I and him, and I began
"Uncle, I want to tell you something."
He laughed.
"Well, little Lady, you are so serious. What is wrong? Don't you dare tell that you are tired of that nice ol' Sam?"
"No. But, yes, in fact I am really serious."
He understood that I wanted to have a real talk and nodded.
"Okay."
"Well…" I began, and I told the whole story about my mom who hadn't loved me, and about my happiness with Sam and Rose, but also about my worries about my father, and finally about my wish to go to Valinor.
After I had stopped talking, uncle Pip sighed.
"Gala… Little Gala."
"I am not little anymore!" I snapped.
"You are not little anymore. Right. But, Galadriel…"
I held my breath. Uncle Pip calling me by my full name, meant that he was really serious now.
"You will not get there. You can't. Only Ringbearers and Elves can. They will not allow you to cross the Sea. You must stay here, Galadriel, stay here."
"But I can't!" I cried desperately. "Uncle Pip, I really can't."
He sighed again. "Oh, the always-present Took-blood …"
"You do not understand. This isn't about the Took-blood, this is about the Baggins-blood! I just want to meet my father, uncle Pip… And I will!"
Suddenly, uncle Pip smiled.
"I understand you, Galadriel Baggins." He called my by my father's name! He called me by my father's name!
"Gala, I really do. But I cannot help you escaping. I would break Sams heart, Gala, do you understand? Break his heart. You are more than a foster daughter to him, even more than a daughter. You are the living memory of his beloved master Frodo! You resemble him…" Softly, he touched my shoulder-length, curly hair.
"You have his curly hair. Not the hair color, because he had dark hair and you have golden locks that resemble the color of hair of that other Galadriel very much, but you have his honest blue eyes and his smile. Gala, do not leave us!"
But I was sure. "I am sorry, uncle Pip, but I will. I cannot live like this, unknowing about my father. I must go…"
My uncle smiled sadly. "I do not like you leaving, little Baggins, but though, you have my blessing. You are brave, Galadriel. Very brave."
I nodded, and a silence fell. Finally, I muttered.
"I must go, uncle Pip. Auntie Rose will be worried. Goodbye…"
"Goodbye, Galadriel Baggins, brave one."
Then, he smiled again.
"Goodbye, Gala, you little tomboy."
I had hesitated for a long time, because she was someone I really trusted, and my best friend, but I decided to go first to someone else. My "uncle" (another uncle who wasn't exactly my uncle!) Pippin.
Uncle Pippin lived in Tookland, with his wife, auntie Diamond, and their little Son Faramir. I do not know why I did talk with him first.
Maybe because he was the youngest of my three "uncles", and maybe because I hoped that he would understand me better? I did not know.
I went to his place on market day, guessing that his wife would be away for an hour or two, and most certainly would have taken her son with her.
I guessed right. When uncle Pip let me in, there were just I and him, and I began
"Uncle, I want to tell you something."
He laughed.
"Well, little Lady, you are so serious. What is wrong? Don't you dare tell that you are tired of that nice ol' Sam?"
"No. But, yes, in fact I am really serious."
He understood that I wanted to have a real talk and nodded.
"Okay."
"Well…" I began, and I told the whole story about my mom who hadn't loved me, and about my happiness with Sam and Rose, but also about my worries about my father, and finally about my wish to go to Valinor.
After I had stopped talking, uncle Pip sighed.
"Gala… Little Gala."
"I am not little anymore!" I snapped.
"You are not little anymore. Right. But, Galadriel…"
I held my breath. Uncle Pip calling me by my full name, meant that he was really serious now.
"You will not get there. You can't. Only Ringbearers and Elves can. They will not allow you to cross the Sea. You must stay here, Galadriel, stay here."
"But I can't!" I cried desperately. "Uncle Pip, I really can't."
He sighed again. "Oh, the always-present Took-blood …"
"You do not understand. This isn't about the Took-blood, this is about the Baggins-blood! I just want to meet my father, uncle Pip… And I will!"
Suddenly, uncle Pip smiled.
"I understand you, Galadriel Baggins." He called my by my father's name! He called me by my father's name!
"Gala, I really do. But I cannot help you escaping. I would break Sams heart, Gala, do you understand? Break his heart. You are more than a foster daughter to him, even more than a daughter. You are the living memory of his beloved master Frodo! You resemble him…" Softly, he touched my shoulder-length, curly hair.
"You have his curly hair. Not the hair color, because he had dark hair and you have golden locks that resemble the color of hair of that other Galadriel very much, but you have his honest blue eyes and his smile. Gala, do not leave us!"
But I was sure. "I am sorry, uncle Pip, but I will. I cannot live like this, unknowing about my father. I must go…"
My uncle smiled sadly. "I do not like you leaving, little Baggins, but though, you have my blessing. You are brave, Galadriel. Very brave."
I nodded, and a silence fell. Finally, I muttered.
"I must go, uncle Pip. Auntie Rose will be worried. Goodbye…"
"Goodbye, Galadriel Baggins, brave one."
Then, he smiled again.
"Goodbye, Gala, you little tomboy."