Author: Arinya
Rating:R
Summary: Sam is forced to retell all the things that happened after the Fellowship had succeeded in destroying the Ring. All the members of the Fellowship have their own problems. Darkness returns, and Love struggles to conquer all. But as the problems mount up to a peak, can they survive? And can Sam bear telling his audience the true story?
Chapter Eighteen: Silver Running
Melme- love
Lasto beth nin- Listen to my voice
::Flashback
"My Lord Celeborn, the Lady is ill. She has returned from Mordor with something strange" Haldir said.
Celeborn walked over.
"Where is she?"
Haldir lead the way and Celeborn entered the private room she was in, and closed the door behind him.
"What is the matter melme?"
She shuddered for a moment.
"Galadriel?" he asked, concerned.
"Have you ever wondered Celeborn...what it would have been like if I had taken the Ring from Frodo?" she asked, her voice low.
"Many times, but that test is over now"
"No. It was not a test, it was myself. I was weak Celeborn. So weak, I had never realized it before. But now I see. There is a new light in my eyes"
Celeborn was worried.
"The desire to take the Ring was myself. My true self. Why I had resisted it for so long is a mystery to me. But now I have the opportunity again. Mordor was destroyed, I saw the waste in that land. How Sauron could have been great, and his mistakes. I will not make any of his errors, I will not let anyone come so close and gain so much power against me. I shall be a Lone Ruler, with the exception of a mate...I have seen my destiny, my future, and my longing. I am ready to take it for myself. You will join me Celeborn, won't you?"
Her question sounded almost pleading. Celeborn now saw conflict, and darkness.
"What do you speak of Galadriel? You are not weak. You are strong. Why are you succumbing to this black desire?"
"How can you not understand Celeborn? How can you not understand?" she almost wept, and grasped his hand.
He gasped and pulled back his hand, as if scalded. She looked at hers in wonder.
"You fear me" she said in amazement.
"No. I fear for you"
"You fear me...this is...such rapture"
"Galadriel! Lasto beth nin! Do you hear your insanity?" he said in alarm.
"I hear myself Celeborn, perfectly well" she said, solemn again.
"Leave me, I wish to be alone"
Celeborn hesitantly got up and left, assigning two elven men to guard the door, then returned to Haldir.
"You were right, she had changed. I do not feel safe around her."
"Shall I take watch over the Lady?"
"No. I have two guards at her chamber. But...there is something that tells me-"
"CELEBORN!"
His head whipped up along with Haldir's.
"Galadriel?" he asked.
"I WANT TO SEE YOU, NOW!" she roared from a ways off.
"What is the matter with the Lady?" asked Haldir, alarmed.
"I do not know" said Celeborn and they ran to Galadriel.
They skidded to a stop in horror. Two charred bodies lay in front of them.
"What is the meaning of this!?" asked Celeborn.
"I am sick of your games Celeborn!" she said, "I am sick of your elves" she hissed, and raised her arm. Haldir and Celeborn took a step back.
"Run My Lord" said Haldir.
"I will not run from my own home!"
"Listen to a friend's advice while they still walk on this Earth"
"That is a sound thing to say Haldir" sneered Galadriel as she saw Haldir raise his bow at her.
"I do not wish to hurt you My Lady"
"And I am sick of your precious Haldir" she said and cast her hand towards the elf, cracks of burning light shooting towards him, he fell, loosing his arrow into Galadriel's leg.
She roared and Celeborn took backward steps.
"Haldir..." he said hoarsly to himself.
The light from her fingertips had killed him. He lay on the floor, not moving.
"Go. My. Lord" coughed Haldir.
'Alive!' thought Celeborn, his heart in rejoice.
Galadriel had yanked the arrow from her leg, holding the blood tipped arrow in her clenched fist. Haldir started to get up, and tackled Galadriel with a short run. She gave a scream of rage and Celeborn watched in fastened horror as she overcame him.
"For one who threatens others with arrows, it is only fitting that you die by your own" she growled and plunged the arrow into his neck.
Haldir yelled, then gurgled, blood pouring over Galadriel and her hands.
Celeborn could not speak, only watch.
She stabbed his repeatedly with the arrow in various vital places, he slowly died, leaving blood everywhere. She heaved the perforated body off of her, and laughed. She laughed like a child listening to a humorous tale, and it shook her entire body. She held herself with her bloodied hands and her laugh echoed all over Lothlorien.
Celeborn took halting steps backwards, unable to take his eyes away from the sight. It was truly morbid, how she could take such joy from the kill. His heart panged painfully, and he stumbled away, finally able to turn around and run.