Galadriel leaned her head upon her hand and stared through the window.

Isil stood big and full in the sky, above the woods of Lothlórien, Galadriel's realm.

It was midnight- and still she was not asleep yet.

She sighed. For three days now, she had had a strange feeling. She felt like… Like what? The problem was, she said to herself, that she did not know what was going to happen. Something wás going to happen, that was for sure.

She sighed again.

"Oh, Isil, what's wrong with me?" she asked the moon.

Then, she sat down on the chair next to the bed.

"What's wrong with me? Something is going to happen. But what?

Her husband did not worry at all, that was for sure.

Celeborn was sleeping peacefully, his clear grey eyes open, the way Elves sleep.

Suddenly, he smiled in his sleep.

Softly, she stroked his cheek.

"Who is it you are dreaming of? Is it me, Celeborn?"

She smiled and whispered in his ear "You aren't worried, are you?"

"No…"

Galadriel startled as her husband quickly stroked her hairs.

"Are you worried?" he asked sleepily.

"Yes…" "Come back to bed, Galadriel, lie down next to me, and tell me then what worries you." He tapped invitingly on the white sheets.

She did as he had said, and then muttered "I do know what-"

Softly, she began to sob.

"Celeborn, something terrible is to happen. I feel it. But I do not know what it is!"

Gently, Celeborn embraced her.

"Calm down, meleth-nîn… Do not torture yourself with questions; if something terrible is to happen, then there is nothing you can do about it. It happens anyway. All you can do is deal with it…"

She nodded, but tears lay on her cheeks.

"Celeborn, I am so frightened."

Softly, he stroked her tears away.

"Do not be, my love. Whatever it is, we will handle it. My sweet, lovely Galadriel, do you know how much I love you?"

She smiled through her tears. "Yes, I do. But tell me again…"

Celeborn stroked her golden hairs tenderly.

"You are the sun and the moon to me, my love; you have got the best of both of them. You are mysterious and warm at the same time… I love you like a bird loves the sky, like a fish loves water, like a Halfling loves his Shire, for you are my home, my shore to come home to. You are everything, my world, my wood, my sea, endless and endlessly beautiful…"

Galadriel closed her eyes, sighed happily, and listened to him until she was drunk of his words.

Then, she was able to smile again, and Celeborn laughed.

"You smile again, my love, I love you even more when you smile."

She laughed. "So, tell me, what were you dreaming of a few minutes ago? You were smiling, then!"

He kissed her forehead. "Of you, off course, meleth-nîn, and of our sweet Celebrían."

Suddenly, Galadriel startled and jumped out of bed.

"Celeborn, get up!" She took her husband's arm and tried to pull him out of the bed.

"What? What is wrong?"

"It is Celebrían!"

"What is Celebrían."

"Something terrible is to happen with our child, Celeborn! Come on."

"Are you sure?"

"I have never been surer of anything! Come with me, downstairs!"

Her voice sounded so urgent, that Celeborn rushed downstairs with her.

"Come- oh…"

"Milady."

Elenië, Galadriel's personal servant, stopped them.

"I am sorry, Milady, but there's a messenger from Imladris, and…"

"Where?"

"In the guest rooms."

With a hissing "I knew it!", Galadriel ran to the guest rooms.

"Wait for me!" Celeborn muttered. He was getting really worried now.

After all, his wife often knew things that were far beyond his view…

In the guest room, the messenger bowed lowly.

"I am sorry to bother you, Milady, Milord, but the Lord Elrond wonders why the Lady Celebrían is still here… She should have parted from here almost a month ago! But maybe it is better that she stays here a bit longer… Orcs are everywhere!"

When he heard that, Celeborn felt like someone stabbed him with a sword.

"She hás left a month ago… Orcs…"

"Then she… must have been… captured…" the messenger muttered.

Celeborn covered his face with his hands.

"No! No! Oh, Galadriel… Galadriel?"

She had fainted.