AN: Okay, this is coming from a different perspective than usual. Verdi has no idea about anything that happens in this scene. This is basically to show, a little, where I'm going with the story. I still don't have the details figured out, but I got the big picture made.
CAtz: I ment that Mácorne was like football in terms of how much the elves like it. Up here in the North Woods, football is very big, like 'if there is an important game on then there is nobody on the streets' big. I, personally, love soccer and am also hoping for World Cup tickets (we can't get them until next year, though, right?) but up here soccer isn't too popular. The kids (mostly boys, but some girls) all play football, the parents all sit around drinking beer, eating brats, talking about football, watching football, dreaming about football... I tell ya, it's a disease! Anyway, the Mácorne Cup idea went down the drain and you'll learn more about Verdi's importance soon (I hope).
Ryoki: Glad you liked the last chapter and thank you so much for your help.
Dy: Here it is!
Disclaimer: Yeah, this goes for all previous and upcoming chapters, as well as this chapter. I don't own anything that belongs to anyone else.
Enjoy...
"English talking"
'thinking'
~Galadriel mind-speaking~
*Elvish talking*
Galadriel stood on the balcony of her talan, looking out over her city. It was early in the morning, the sun was just beginning to rise over the Golden Wood. All was still and quiet, except for a few birds singing in the distance. Galadriel often rose at such an hour to think; once the world awakened, the thoughts of others often distracted her. At moments, such as now, she needed her full attention on the problem before her. She was a wise woman, but even so, it was not without deep contemplation that she felt comfortable making important decisions. Many came to her for guidance, elves of every stature and, long ago, the occasional human, but rarely did she face such a quandry.
Yet this time, none had come to her, the problem was her own, in a sense. Indeed, the person it did involve had no idea there was something wrong. 'No, that's not true. There is nothing wrong, it is just something is not quite as expected.' Perhaps she should contact Elrond, afterall, it was he who heard Gil-galad's last words. Perhaps she should invite him to visit, or send the girl to him, so that he might judge her for himself. Then again, maybe she was overreacting, wasn't it too soon? Wasn't the timing off?
Galadriel paused, reflecting over the words Gil-galad had spoken on the battlefield. They had never been written down, indeed, many did not know of them. Only Elrond had heard them uttered, and few afterwords had heard them retold. Elrond had felt, and Galadriel had agreed, that they would be better left unspoken until they were needed. Until they began to show themselves true.
Perhaps that time had come, for darkness was growing in Greenwood the Great and already the elves were falling into place. But the men, the humans! It was too soon, too soon. No, she would wait, surely there would be a sign, something to show that the time was right. It spoke of nothing that needed to be done on her part, her actions would not come into play until much later, if ever. The Mirror would tell her, if anything needed to be done. She needn't worry. 'Still, I will write to Elrond, at least. For he would not like to be suprised should this twist become reality.'
Galadriel went into her study and began to write a letter to Lord Elrond, telling him about the new girl in Lothlorien and reminding him of Gil-galad's prophecy.