The Greatest Queen
Myra looked at the Lady. She closed her eyes. "But Milady" she said, doubting. "You would, if you… if you…
"If I escape?" divined Galadriel. "You should trust in me. I will"
"But…" she stopped in the half of the sentence, for Saruman had knocked the door.
"Are you ready, Milady?" he said, a bit of impatience shown in his voice. "Lord Sauron is waiting for you"
"I shall be ready in a minute" muttered the Lady, pointing out her hair, and Myra began to brush it. She took a silk blue ribbon, and with it, she started to make an elaborated hairdo; she took two locks of hair, one of each front side of the head, and twisted the ribbon with them, and then she put them together. And she did that with all the hair. When she had finished, she helped the lady to get inside a silk blue dress, whose material was airy, transparent, and beneath it, there was the silk dress. The sleeves where long, and starting from the elbow, it hanged, like a bell. In the part of the chest, it was sticked to the waist with a frontal part, and with another one in the back.
With the authorization of the Lady, Myra opened the door. Saruman walked in, and looked at the Lady, surprised at the change.
"Milady…" exclaimed Saruman. "When I saw you in the forest, I was impressed at your
beauty, but now… I am completely astonished, for I have never seen such a radiant presence as yours, Milady. It is indeed a shame I am not Sauron…
"What?" interjected Galadriel, with a bad premonition. "What did you mean with that?"
"I meant to say that you will be Sauron's guest" he said, hastily. "He will have the privilege of your presence, Milady"
Galadriel scowled, not believing a single word, convinced that there was something wrong with this visit.
"Well, now that you are ready, Milady, it is time for you to meet with The Lord" Saruman continued. "Please..." he extended his hand, for Galadriel to take it. "Myra! Go back to your cell… I mean your room"
"A 'cell'?" cried Galadriel, dropping his hand. "How dare you...!"
"She is only a servant, Milady!" interrupted Saruman. "Not a great Queen as yourself. A cell is the place where a servant must be"
"She is not a servant!" shouted Galadriel, looking Saruman with anger. "She may be my maiden, but she is an elf like me! I shall not tolerate that a fellow may live in a condition that I can imagine, for I do not suppose her 'room' is quarter as fancy as mine!
"I cannot do anything…"
"I will speak to Sauron about this" assured Galadriel. "If I am his guest he must please me in whatever I want"
Myra took Galadriel's hand, and kneeled. "No, Milady, please" she begged. "He is right. I am only a servant. I do not deserve your kindness, nor a problem you may have for my fault. My room is more than appropriated"
"Never do that again, young girl" said Galadriel, helping her to stand up. "And never lie to me again. You are not lesser than me" then, she looked to Saruman, who seemed to be impressed at the way the Lady treated other people, for he had always seen just a beautiful face, wise intentions, and now he was watching a woman with a kind heart. "She shall stay here, until I arrange that affair with Sauron"
Saruman seemed as someone had stolen his words. He only nodded, and took the Lady's hand again.
He conduced her through a narrow corridor, poorly illuminated. Then, down the stairs, that were slightly circular, considering the fact that they were in a tower. Once they were in the lower floor, Saruman leaded her through another corridor, a wider one, at whose end, was a steel, old-looking, door, which Saruman opened, with a resonant squeak.
Galadriel looked an enormous room, wich seemed to be the place where Sauron planned his following attacks, for threre was a map in a quite large table, a map of the Middle-Earth. In front of the table, his back at them, was a man, looking at the map, with his hands leaning upon the table.
"Milord" announced Saruman. "The Elf Lady is here"
The man tourned and faced them. Galadriel opened her eyes widely, for she was not watching a monster, as she thought he would be. He was quite a handsome man; his green eyes were shining like emeralds. His skin was very white, and his long dark hair was tied in a ponytail. He was tall, and brawny, for he was using a frontal armor, only to his waist. He had shoulder pads from which it hang a black cloak, just as the rest of his clothing. He was wearing shiny, black boots, from the kneel, and his hands were covered with black gloves.
Galadriel knew that the fancy appearance was product of the ring, but… why?
"Lady Galadriel" he spoke, finally, with a deep voice. "I have been told your beauty was immeasurable… now I can watch it by myself: You are indeed the fairest woman of all the world. I have been desiring to meet you for so long…"he took Galadriel's hand, which he kissed.
"Stop flattering me!" Galadriel cut off, angrily. "Now tell me, what do you want?"
"Do not be so impatient, Milady" said Sauron, smiling. "First of all, I shall show something to you"
"What is it?" asked Galadriel.
"If Milady comes with me:" he indicated, extending his hand. "I shall take you there"
Galadriel took his hand, and they went though the corridor, and they climbed the stairs, but this time, they went just at the top of the tower, which opened to the sky. Sauron helped Galadriel to climb on to the floor. Then, he took her at the edge of the tower. It was the dawn, and a orange glow covered the sky, and the earth.
"Milady" he muttered, putting an arm around her. "What do you see?"
"Middle-Earth" she answered, looking captivated by the beautiful sight.
"All this. All you can see… all may be yours, Milady" he said, kneeling, and taking her hand. "If you just… accepted to be my Queen"
"What?" yelled Galadriel, removing her hand from his. "Have you gone mad? Never!"
"The fairest and wisest lady only deserves to be with the most powerful man in the world" he answered calmly. Then he took out a little black case. He opened, and, inside, there was a magnificent emerald ring. "This stone was brought from Tirith mines, and it was forged in Mountain Doom. It can be only in the finger of my Queen, the woman who I am in love with…,you, Lady Galadriel" he took the ring, and tried to place it in her hand.
"Do not you dare!" shouted Galadriel. "You are not in love with me! There must be something you want! Besides, I am already married, and I shall never leave my husband!"
Sauron put the ring back in his case. He had a strange smile in his face. "I have another thing to show you, Milady, and I do not thing you will find it as pleasant as this"
