Chapter One-The Funeral
Three stories below the room that contained the dead, but still bleeding body of her mother, a young elf of about 15,000 or so lay on the ground sharpening her twin swords. Across the sea in middle earth there was a battle to fight, and she didn't plan on missing out on this one, it won't be like last time she promised herself. As she lay on her bed and dreamed of the glory she could win in battle, a man came running down the hall screaming, "She's dead, my lady, my Queen, Alas she is dead, her life's blood poured around her, She's dead, Alas my lady dead and gone!"

When she heard this news, the girl sprang up off her bed and sprinted up the stair's to her mother's room and saw that the man had spoken the truth. On the floor Galadriel lay dead and cold with a cut across her neck. Like everything else about her mother, her neck had been beautiful. Now it was marred and soaked in blood. The girl knelt beside her mother and picked up her hand. As she was stroking her fingers whispering, "Come back, oh please come back.." She noticed the silver ring that was beginning to slip off the finger of her mother. She recognized it at once as Nemha, the ring of water.

Like the One Ring, this ring had realized its time had come for a new bearer.who better than this girl, the daughter of Galadriel? The girl had courage, daring, and the power of her mother.

When the girl saw the ring fall off her mother's finger she uncoinsioucsly picked it up and placed it on her own finger. When she slid it on her long finger, she felt the power surge through her. Every emotion she had was magnified tenfold, and she felt the power of death and grief, begin to overtake her body. She began to weep uncontrollably and her tears trailed down her face and landed on that of her mother. A dark spinning sensation overcame her and the last thing she remembered was a pair of strong arms holding her up and brining her to her room.

When she woke up later that night, this first thing she saw was a long white beard..She followed the beard to the face of its owner and saw the face of Gandalf the white looking at the wall with tears upon his cheeks. When he had noticed she had woken up he gave her a hug and they cried for the loss of their lady together.

The presence of the ring on her finger began to drive Gandalf mad after a few days until her finally cracked saying, " You have to leave the ring behind, it only causes loneliness and pain."

"Never, it's the only thing of hers I have, besides it came to me, it wants me to have it and take care of it. It's the only thing I have to remind me of her.please try to understand.''

"I understand why you want it, really I do, but I know that it will only drive you mad, and kill you eventually.I can't bear to loose you to It as well."

"It's the only thing of her I have left, the only reminder of who she was.I need to remember her.I can't just forget her, and forget that she was my mother."

"I loved your mother too, but I am just trying to help you. If you just let the ring go it will be so much easier for you, for everyone. Let the legacy of Galadriel be buried with her!"

"I'll think about it Gandalf dear.let us talk of something else now please.?"

"Yes indeed let us."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was three weeks after the murder of Galadriel that her body was finally laid to rest. Every elf from every kingdom came to see her one last time before she was lain in the newly erected stone vault for all eternity. She was placed in a coffin of crystal and inlaid with gold. She looked exactly like she had in life, with flowing golden locks, and pale, yet perfect skin. She still wore her white lace gown, and her crown of gold. She still looked like the revered lady of light.

When he came up to pay his last respects, Gandalf noticed that the ring of water, still lay on her fingers, the time of the rings had truly come to an end.