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Chapter 1

Fordo stepped back from the mirror visibly shaken by what he had seen.

"I know what you saw," Galadriel said.

For it is also in my mind, she continued in Frodo's head. It is what will come to pass if you should fail in your mission. The Fellowship is breaking, it is already begun. He will try to take the ring. You know of whom I speak. One by One it will destroy them all.

Frodo held out the ring to Galadriel, "If you ask it of me, I will give you the one ring." He said.

"I do not deny that my heart has greatly desired to ask what you offer," Galadriel admitted. "For many long years I had pondered what I might do, should the Great Ring come into my hands, and behold! It was brought within my grasp. The evil that was devised long ago works on in many ways, whether Sauron himself stands or falls. Would not that have been a noble deed to set to the credit of his Ring, if I had taken it by force or fear from my guest? And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely!"

She reached out, her hand quivering in anticipation, and removed the ring from the chain and held it up above her head. Immediately it grew dark, though Galadriel seemed to maintain an eerie glow. Frodo stood where he was, frozen in place by fear, unable to move. Galadriel slid the ring onto her left ring finger. Her blue eyes darkened till they were like smouldering black coals staring at Frodo. She seemed to grow larger before him.

"In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen." Galadriel declared. "And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!"

Frodo backed away frightened. "I think that perhaps you should return the ring to me," the little hobbit said nervously.

Suddenly everything returned to normal. Galadriel smiled at Frodo and knelt down in front of him.

"My dear hobbit," she said. "With me the ring shall be put to good use. The age of the Elves shall come again. Middle Earth shall be ours once again."

Frodo stared at her disbelieving. He could not believe what he was hearing. However his fear of Galadriel was so great that he could not force himself to run, let alone move, no matter how much he wanted to. He just stared into Galadriel's eyes, which at one time seemed warm, caring and beautiful, but now, while still beautiful, seemed cold and calculating. Frodo tried to speak but he found that he could not even make a sound. It was as if his voice had been able to flee while the rest of him could not.

"Now, now, little hobbit," Galadriel said. "I have you to thank for bring the ring to me. But I can't have you blabbering what you did to everyone. There are some people who don't think I can resist the ring's bidding to return to Sauron."

Galadriel admired the ring on her left ring finger. Even though it was merely a simple gold band, to her it was the most beautiful thing. With it came the power to restore her people to greatness and to recreate Middle Earth in her image. Galadriel closed the palm of her hand and when she opened it again there was ring in it that was looked identical to the one ring. She took this new ring and hooked it onto the chain which was still sitting in Frodo's open palm and handed it back to him.

"Now you mustn't tell anybody about what happened." Galadriel said.

She then touched her hand to Frodo's head. He closed his eyes as he fell into a dream like state. A shadow from Galadriel's hand washed over him momentarily and then Frodo opened his eyes.

"How did I get here?" Frodo asked looking around.

"I was about to ask you the very same question," Galadriel responded. "You should seek your fellowship of travellers; they are preparing to leave Lothlorien shortly."

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After receiving parting gifts from Galadriel, the Fellowship of the Ring left to continued their journey to Mount Doom, none of them knowing that the ring they now possessed was in fact a fake. Celeborn, however noticed that his wife was acting differently and spoke to her in private.

"You seem changed by the passing of the Fellowship through our realm," Celeborn said.

"It is an historic, dangerous, monumental journey upon which they set," Galadriel said, "It would be foolish not be changed by these events."

Celeborn nodded, "You are right," he agreed. "I too have been affected by their stay here in Lothlorien."

He gently grabbed his wife's left hand and squeezed it. However he noticed something different about her hand. He held it up to see a simple gold band.

"Is this…?" Celeborn began to ask.

However he stopped when Galadriel grew dark and imposing suddenly.

"Do you dare stand in my way of restoring our people to glory?" Galadriel demanded to know.

"You cannot possibly be considering using the ring," Celeborn said. "You know that it serves only Sauron."

"Sauron shall be no more," Galadriel declared. "I shall restore Middle Earth and rule over it as Queen."

"I cannot allow that," Celeborn said moving to subdue her.

However Galadriel was too powerful for him. She grabbed his hand and it became black and as hard as rock. Celeborn tried to pull away but she was much too strong now.

"I am sorry it had to come to this," Galadriel apologized. "But for the good of the elves, this must be done."

"Your making a mistake," Celeborn managed to say before he was turned into an obsidian statue of himself.

Galadriel returned to her normal self and stared at the statue that had been her husband. She then looked at the ring.

Perhaps this is not the way, Galadriel thought to herself as she considered removing the ring.

No, a voice in her head said. Sacrifices must be made for the greater good.

Galadriel pulled her hand away from the ring. It was true, sacrifices were necessary, even if it was a loved one. She quickly composed herself and got ready to call all the elves of her to court to explain her plan of glory.