AN: Change of plans.The last chapter will just be labeled a brief account of Galadriel's experience in the kinslaying and also about her desire to go across the sea .It was about HER thoughts and really didn't consist or any other characters. From here on out, everything will be totally AU. Sound good? This chapter will hopefully set the course for this story and it might take another few chapters if this one doesn't go well...And thanks for the reviews! I also thank you, Blackadder35, for the ideas. It helped sort out which way this story will be going. And just to let know, I am no LOTR expert. So if I misspell or mess something else up, let me know. Galadriel may have a gained an entirely new personality than from the book. Tell me if she is way too OOC.

DISCLAIMER: See chapter 1.

AND A SIDE NOTE: This chapter skips alot of events. It doesn't really matter though.

Chapter 2

The hosts of the Noldor had split of in different directions once they had landed on Middle-Earth. Galadriel had be one of those elves who were left behind by Feanor. So she was marching with the host of Fingolfin and they were forced to march across the icy plains. When they finally looked upon Beleriand, the elves rejoiced and they marched as proudly as they could into the lands.

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That had a many hundred years ago. Since then, Galdriel had dwelt in the realms of her brothers and was ever abroad in the wild. Which is where she was finding her self right now. She enjoyed hunting orcs and killing them was her favorite sport. She had earned the title of Shieldmaiden for her brother Finrod's kingdom. She was the fearless orc huntress.

So here she was now, atop her first horse she had ever received. She had named the brave white mare Naur, which is Fire in the Grey-Elven tongue. She liked the language more than Quenya, her mother tongue, but she didn't totally forsake it either.

Naur suddenly sent a shrill whinny into the air and leaped forth. She picked up speed quicly and Galadriel knew she had found the small party of orcs they had been pursuing for days. The Sun loomed low in the sky and the Moon rose swiftly. Horrible curses in the Black Speech could be heard nearby. Galadriel pulled Naur to a stop and she swiflty leaped into a tree. She saw the orcs starting to make camp and knew this was the perfect oppurtunity to finish them off. Drawing her bow and silently fitting an arrow to the string, she let it fly and it found its mark. Right in the neck of an orc. The others looked around, but soon three others were dead on the ground, silverish arrows embedded in their throats. Galadriel loosed three more arrows and soon seven orcs were dead on the ground. Now the whole camp was in a uproar and only five orcs remained.

Jumping from the tree, Galadriel drew her sword Mith-Aglar, the one she had owned all her life, and quickly slew the remainder of the party.Calling Naur to her, she leaped onto the mighty horse, and they sped of towards Nargothrond. Though they were months from the halls of Finrod, Galadriel knew many more orc parties could be taken down by then.

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Many orcs were slain in the next few weeks and at last Galadriel looked upon the halls of her brother. She was greeted with honour by all as she made her way to the throne for her deeds had made her quite well known and among many she had become known as the Heleg Crist.

Galadriel came to her brother and before him bowed her head and gave the Elvish greeting.

" Mae govannen muindor! " She said as cheerfully as was possible for her grim personality.

Finrod bobbed his golden head in acknowledgement and replied, " Here is my mighty sister, valiant Artanis! " Galadriel smiled at the use of her official name among family for it was given to her by her father. She had been named Galadriel by the Green-Elves of Ossirand when she and her patrol had saved one of their smaller villages from an assault of orcs. It had become her favorite name among the many she had been given.

" Now my sister, please tell me of your latest ordeal."

" Very well. Now, as you well know, hunting orcs has become my favorite pastime. So..."

Throughout the whole retelling of her adventures and the many parties she had taken down in the last month or so, Finrod listened intently. " Artanis, I think you should stay here and rest for awhile in Nargothrond, before you once agian set off. Besides do you not think after many hundreds of years, you would not wish to settle down and start a family? "

Galadriel almost blew her cool at that statment. " A family? Why so brother? Has someone asked for my hand in marriage because you know for a fact that I will not accept. It is a fact of life. I DO NOT wish to settle down with ANYONE. Besides, everyone says I am cold hearted and I know that it is true. "

" You have no desire what so ever to have any child of your own nor have a husband? Many a handsome and valiant elf lords have asked for your hand in marriage! But you always reply NAY! "

Galadriel turned away and making sure her emotions were in check and no sign of anger was on her face, she set off out of the throne room to her own bedroom.

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Laying down on the oversized bed, Galadriel stared at the ceiling. " Should I give up my only point in life to go and have a family? Nay, I say...what I need is my own life. No longer do I wish for my own realm. Perhaps in the future without brothers telling me what to do with my time. " She then began to pull out her long warrior braids and peel off her traveling clothes. The brilliant white tunic she usually wore during her stays at Nargrothond was carefully laid on her bed for her to step into later on-if she wished to.

Stepping into the hot bath, Galadriel sighed. ' It is these types of things that are rewarding! ' she thought with a great amount of pleasure.

Twenty minutes later she hopped out of the bath and pulled on the white tunic and gray leggings. Pulling on her worn grey boots used for just about everything, Galadriel admired herself in the mirror. One thing she loved about herself was her hair. Many had told her it looked like the light of Laurelin, one of the Two Trees of Valinor, had become trapped in her hair.

Walking into the main hall, she headed towards the feasting that was currently going on.

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An elf named Calanon greeted her. " Welcome my Lady Galadriel, to the feast. Long has it been since I last laid my eyes upon your beautiful form. " His eyes roved up and down, examing her figure.

This greatly annoyed her and since she knew many male elves were strongly attracted to her, she wasn't about to let this elf get away with anything. " Why thank you, my dearest Calanon. " She said his name extra bitter and her tone was smooth and icy. Calanon looked at her and slowly look ed up to her face (for she stood at least a head taller) and swallowed. Galadriel's eyes burned with an intense flame and she narrowed her eyes to slits. Then she drew herself to her full height and shot him the fiercest glare that would have made Morgoth quake in his boots.

" Go now and leave me. I would like to be left alone and not watched. Hanon le. " Calanon shakily bowed to her and sped away like a crazed animal. Galadriel smirked. Oh yes she definetely had an interesting effect on others.

Galadriel strode her way to the main table and took her seat on Finrod's left. Picking large amounts of food and hurling them onto her plate, she began to dig in. Many of the elf lords raised their eyebrows at this and gave Finrod a questioning look. His face went scarlet and he slowly rotated his head and upper body to face his sister. " Now Artanis...ah, what exactly are you doing? Aren't ladies supposed to be, well...lady like? You are currently eating like a ferocious wolf! And wolves are not allowed at my table. "

Galadriel stopped eating and fixing a mild dark look on her brother, she replied, " I have not eaten anything remotely tasteful in months. But, I will stop my ' gobbling ' and eat daintly and slowly, like you request. Happy now? " Finrod nodded his head and turned to the right to talk to a black haired elf lady whom he was particularly fond of. Galadriel shook her head and went back to eating. Somethings really never changed...

AN: I am currently trying to figure out how this story will be set. Right now it is skipping all over the place-yes I know. Eventually everything will slow down and more action will happen. Besides, this is only the second chapter and please remember this is my first story. Any reviews or constructive criticsm will be appreciated! And this story will most likely will be very many chapters, but as of yet, I know not the number.

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Oh yeah and some Elvish translations:

Mae govannen muindor-Well met brother!

Hanon le-thank you

Heleg Crist-the ice sword

Mith-Aglar-grey glory

And one last thing: thanks DiMeraslover for the review as well! Anytime I get any sort of review, it makes me smile.