CHAPTER 2
The journey itself took only a day or two since it was just over the Great River from which her 
former father named her after. All along the way Eámanë was told of the recent events that led up 
to her homecoming. 
Galadriel, or her mother, as she was now accustomed to saying, had already left for the Grey 
Havens. Her father, Celeborn, however waited for her arrival, along with Elrond of Rivendell and 
Thranduil of Mirkwood.
Days before her homecoming a meeting had taken place on the borders of their lands. Thranduil 
and Celeborn's kingdoms had suffered damage to the War of the Ring. They met and discuss the 
future of both lands. Finally they came to an agreement; there would be a union of both lands. 
The only son of Thranduil and youngest daughter of Celeborn would marry. 
Eámanë only learned of this several days before it was to take place and she was not happy 
about it.
"Father, please tell me this can be avoided somehow!" she exclaimed. "I do not wish to marry. At 
least not against my will."
"Eámanë, this is your duty to your kingdom. Both realms are in dire need of one another's aid and 
this union was to the mind of his father and I. We know this may not be easy, but ruling a 
kingdom rarely is." Celeborn said, speaking firmly yet kindly.
She stood firm, yet silent. Eámanë crossed her arms over her chest and breathed deeply. 
"He will not leave your side. He will rule beside you, my daughter." Sighing wearily, he placed a 
hand on her shoulder. "You are a daughter of a great lady of elves. You stand forth ready to 
receive all this at my passing. You must do what is best for your people and lands. They will look 
to you for guidance and strength. You can do this, Eámanë, but you will go through will this 
arrangement." He spoke heatedly. 
Eámanë looked at her father, hot tears burning her eyes. She bowed her head in compliance and 
quietly walked away. 
Eámanë ran down the long and winding staircases of Caras Galadhon till she came across her 
favorite horse, Rána. There she rode off till all the trees seemed to bend with her. 
Haldir and his brother, Rúmil, two marchwardens that closely protected the king and queen, rode 
after her but she soon lost them. 
Sunset was coming and soon the forest would be dark. Unfortunately it did not impair the sight of 
the elves and they could see her just as well. 
Eámanë rode all the way to the very borders of Lorien. There her eyes caught sight of a band of 
men. They were heading towards her from the west. She dismounted from Rána and quickly took 
shelter under the trees of the wood. She stood there and watched these men; soon Eámanë 
noticed that they were heading down the same path that she had been on moments before. They 
would walk right past her. She observed them until finally the young one on horseback caught her 
eye. She watched him until he was almost upon her. Eámanë quickly jumped back on her horse 
and flung up dust and dirt as She started off. She came speedily towards them, stopping in front 
of their path.
Quickly the young captain spoke. "Dear elven maiden, we seek the protection of the Lorien 
people. We are in service of your king Celeborn." 
She continued to stare at them silently.