So, Galadriel and Celeborn stayed in Doriath, living happily in the protection of Melian's Belt. For a hundred years after the departure of her brother, Galadriel found herself happy with the life she lead.
But Galadriel's restless blood began to move, and in her heart she knew that she could not stay any longer- that her departure was not far away.
Every night, she dreamt the same- that she was a queen, a mighty queen, ruling in a land of trees. That's what she saw. She was a Lady of the trees, of tree-people.
Sometimes she wondered- was it just a dream, because of her wish to depart? Or was it more? A prophecy? Sometimes, it seemed so real…
But whatever it was- it told her that she had to leave, to leave the protected palace.
It would be hard.
She loved the beautiful palace, the large, green gardens, the rooms she lived in with her husband. Beleriand had become their home…
But she knew she had to leave it.
But Galadriel's restless blood began to move, and in her heart she knew that she could not stay any longer- that her departure was not far away.
Every night, she dreamt the same- that she was a queen, a mighty queen, ruling in a land of trees. That's what she saw. She was a Lady of the trees, of tree-people.
Sometimes she wondered- was it just a dream, because of her wish to depart? Or was it more? A prophecy? Sometimes, it seemed so real…
But whatever it was- it told her that she had to leave, to leave the protected palace.
It would be hard.
She loved the beautiful palace, the large, green gardens, the rooms she lived in with her husband. Beleriand had become their home…
But she knew she had to leave it.