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Chapter Nine; Mirror

Galadriel shot up in her bed; beads of sweat were glistening in the morning sun on her forehead. She rubbed her chest that was hurting just moments before and got up out of her bed to walk over to the window. The sun was rising, and made the sky an almost blood red colour. The dream that she had just had was racing through her mind. She could only remember bits of it, though from what she could recall; it wasn't good.

Without thinking, she walked silently over to the door and went outside. When she reached her wanted destination, she gracefully glided down the stairs and filled up the silver jug that was in a pool at the bottom of a small waterfall. Filling the mirror almost to the brim, she looked into it. It only confirmed her suspicions.

Sara was in trouble.

Dieing of a broken heart.

Galadriel hoped it wouldn't happen, but obviously being torn away from her family, Sara couldn't cope. There wasn't much that Galadriel could do now.

But there was one thing.

Galadriel made her way back to her husband to tell him what she had just seen.

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