The Mirror of Galadriel by Mika and Mito Saigo.
disclaimer: characters from "Lord of the Rings" are property of Tolkien etc... Some original characters property of Mika and Mito. Please excuse our artistic license with the story and few changes in the historic timeline. Hope you enjoy the story.
Chapter One
Under the sparkling trees of Lothlorien, a soft wind blew through the empty halls of the forest palace. The view of the skies at night were enough to take one's breath away and all were sleeping soundly in their soft elven beds. All, except for one.
Samwise Gamgee tossed fitfully. How could anyone sleep when so much was wrong with the world? He'd already awoken once in the night to see horrific images in Galadriel's silvery mirror, now it seemed nothing would soothe his wandering mind. Something about that mirror haunted him. It was chilling to think of all the possible futures for middle earth. None of them seemed to have the usual happy ending he'd always heard stories like this were supposed to have.
Sam pulled himself from the cozy bed and shook off the fluffy sheets. Without consciously thinking about it, he soon found himself standing once again before Galadriel's mirror.
There was no one there this time. No one to warn him not to look or not to touch. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he peered over the pedestal and into the still waters. At the edge of his mind he could faintly hear someone pleading with him to stop. Not to go any further. But he couldn't help himself. His right hand reached slowly toward the rim of the mirror, and he could feel a tingling sensation running through his arm. His fingers brushed the water, which was cool to the touch.
Ripples ran through the water in pulses, almost like it was coming to life and Samwise could do nothing but watch, entranced by the mirror's spell. A flash of light seared across the bottom of the mirror, leaving what looked like writing engraved upon it. Sam was shocked to see it was written in common tongue, not the sleek, curvaceous elven script:
Sam Gamgee
One touch of the mirror of desire,
One future doomed to trial by fire.
The years roll by with beauty and grace,
Until the new shall take their place.
A prince shall fight for more than pride,
A maiden's strength and faith are tried.
One soul holds the mirror's light,
While one's heart finds the will to fight.
Sam fell backward, stumbling in the dirt. What was all that?! He regained his senses enough to not want to be around when someone found out he'd fiddled with that darn cursed mirror. With only a quick, worried, backward glance, he ran off into the night once again, not bothering to look for the voice he'd heard only moments earlier.
As the elven queen Galadriel watched the clumsy hobbit leave, she smiled knowingly.
Yes, there would be great trials for this fellowship, but maybe that wasn't
the end of their tale...