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Well, than, on with the fic...

All fun must end sooner or later, and of course Shay couldn't lock Lady Galadriel and her husband in the closet forever. So, that night she snuck back into their talan and quietly untied the ropes.

And...let's just say the couple didn't come tumbling out right away.

In fact Shay heard from one of the guards that they didn't come out at all until the next day...well Shay wasn't an idiot, she knew when she had unlock the door, so...(no comments here, don't want to scar the precious darling mind of young people).

Anyways, joyous time ends quickly and soon they had to leave, after all they are on a mission to save the world from an evil jewlery, it would be disastrous if one wakes up in the morning and found their new boss to be a 10-carat-diamond ring...

So it was time to part with the woods of Lothlorien and sail on by.

Celeborn had given them each a Lothlorien cloak, "...to hide them from unfriendly eyes..." and Galadriel had given them each a gift to take with them as a remembrance of the Golden Woods.

Elix received a curiously cut stone that resembles a emerald leaf, and a few well whispered words in which Shay could not catch, and she didn't care to. After all, what her brother do is his own business. Merry and Pippin had each received a Noldorin (?) daggaer, Sam; a silvery rope, and Frodo, the light of Earendil's star, a light to him when all other light goes out.

For Boromir he received a belt of gold, while for Aragorn Shay only saw Galadriel talking to him in a low voice.

Legolas received a bow of Galadhrim, which he stroke in loving caress and gaze with awe, while Gimli...

"And what gift would a Dwarf ask of the Elves?" said Galadriel, turning to Gimli.

"None, Lady," answered Gimli. "It is enough for me to have seen the Lady of the Galadhrim, and to have heard her gentle words.":

Galadriel giggled, than she said, "Surely you desire something that I could give? Name it, I bid you!"

"There is nothing, Lady Galadriel," said Gimli, bowing low and stammering, "Nothing, unless...it might be - unless it is permitted to ask, nay, to name a single strand of your hair, which surpasses the gold of the earth as the stars surpass the gems of the mine. I do not ask for such a gift. But you commanded me to name my desire."

The Elves stirred and murmured with astonishment, and Celeborn gazed at the Dwarf in wonder, but the Lady smiled an almost girlish smile at such a deep worship. "It is said that the skill of the Dwarves is in their hands rather than in their tongues," she said; "yet that is not true of Gimli. For none have ever made to me a request so bold and yet so courteous. And how shall I refuse, since I commanded him to speak? But teel me, what would you do with such a gift?"

"Treasure it, Lady," he answered, "in memory of your words to me at our first meeting. And if ever I return to the smithies of my home, it shall be set in imperishable crystal to be an heir loom of my house, and a pledge of good will between the Mountain and the Wood until the end of days."

Than the Lady unbraided one of her long tresses, and cut off three golden hairs, and laid them in Gimli's hand. "These words shall go with the gift," she said, "I do not foretell, for all foretelling is now vain: on the one hand lies darkness, and on the other only hope. But if hope should not fail, then I say to you, Gimli son of Gloin, that your hands shall flowwith gold, and yet over you gold shall have no dominion."

"And you, Shay," she said turning to her.

Shay smirked and said softly, "I take it, your imprisonment in the closet enlightened you a bit?"

Galadriel laughed but a faint blush on her cheeks told all, Shay shrugged, "Well at least you didn't bother me anymore."

Galadriel shook her head in amusement, "Shay, you are truly unique," she continued, "But I can see you are full of fear."

Shay blinked and her face paled a bit, but she managed a weak smile, "Dilemma, you mean? I wouldn't phrase it that way, but maybe."

Galadriel sighed and said, "I cannot help you, but I would say this, never fear to love. And my dear, you think too much of what is to come. Let what should be, be, and let your spirit soar. What have you to loose?"

Shay looked away for a minute than look back, "You mean who is going to be hurt. Elves can fade, for that's what I've heard."

"He's strong, and so are you, do not abandon hope, Valinor is the Undying Land."

Shay shook her head than grinned almost forcefully, "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine, whatever comes, I will be there to face it."

"You do too much, but there, I have said my part, and here's my gift to you," said Galadriel as she opened her palm to reveal a ring.

For a moment Shay remained in a stunted surprise,her mouth opened but nothing came out;than she gasped as her eyes filled with tears, "Oh, oh, oh...Valar..."

The ring was a wide band of dull and misty silver with shining roses carved into it, Shay picked up the ring gently and slide it onto her finger, "How...I thought you couldn't go to Earth."

"No, but the elven smithy isn't as bad as you believe." Galadriel smiled, "I do believe it is the exact replica of the ring your mother gave you on your tenth birthday, the one you left on your table before you came here."

"I was cleaning it the nigh the night before." Shay said, half dazed than snapping out of her reverie she smiled, a true and unforced one, "Thank you. Thank you very much, you have no idea how much this means to me."

"Contrarily, I think I do, seeing you smile is the only answer I need." Galadriel said kindly.

"So I guess this is it, I won't be seeing you again." Shay said.

Galadriel just smiled and said nothing.

And there it was, the last time Shay ever set her eyes on Lothlorien, than Shay followed the Fellowship onto the boat and out onto the Great River.

As they sailed out of Lothlorien, it seemed to them that they were not the ones who were moving, instead it looked as if Lorien was slipping backward, like a bright ship masted with enchanted trees, sailing on to forgotten shores, while they sat helpless upon the margin of the grey and leafless world..

Everyone sat almost stonily on the boat, each one drowned in their own memory of Lothlorien.

Gimli suffered the worst, being by now, infatuated with Galadriel.

"I have looked the last upon that which was fairest," he said to Legolas and Shay, he companions, "Henceforward, I will call nothing fair, unless it be her gift." Gimli nearly wailed, "Torment and evil lay in the dark, but those did not hold me back, yet the peril of light and joy...Ai, tis my worst wound, even the Dark Lord cannot do worst."

Shay smiled and said, "Gimli, just because you've left Lothlorien, doesn't mean you've forgotten it. It is rooted deeply in you so that the memory of Lothlorien shall remain every clear and beautiful in your heart. It is a treasure that can never fade."

Gimli looked at her in wonder than nodded, "Tis so, tis so."

Legolas laughed, "I do believe you have grown wise."

Shay turned around slightly and wrinkled her nose at Legolas, "What do you mean, I was a complete fool before?"

"Nay, but I do believe whatever void there had been, tis now been filled." Legolas said. Shay looked at him for a second before turning back, her mind dwelling on what Legolas had said.

After awhile she turned around again and gave the elf a small almost shy smile, "And I think you filled it."

Shay saw Legolas started at her obvious confession than the shock soon turn into a look of love so pure and strong that it washed over her and left her feeling a warmth surrounding her very soul.