"You must kill her."

"I can't do that."

"It is the only way."

"She is my daughter Galadriel, I cannot kill her."

"Would you have her alive then? Soon to kill her own kind not to mention Middle Earth!"

"Are you saying there is no other way? No one we can send her to, no place to hide her?"

Galadriel was silent, looking out the window at the full moon. The Ring was getting closer; she could feel it. It would be the death of them all if Lariel were here when it arrived. The girl could hardly control her powers when she became angry, how would she be effected if she possessed the Ring. Galadriel bowed her head and sighed then turned to Elrond. "There is one place we could send her."

Elrond breathed a sigh of relief. "Where is it and how soon will she leave?"

"She cannot go alone. You will need to send someone with her to make sure she is not harmed.

Elrond frowned slightly. "What kind of a place is this?"

"It is a place where what is happening right here is no more than a story; a piece of fiction to amuse the mind. There she will be safe from the Ring and we shall be safe from her." Galadriel walked past Elrond. "She will leave in the morning." The Lady of Lorien exited the room and Elrond sat in a chair by the window, pondering who his daughter's companion would be.