2. A Lord of the Rings Intro.
Things were not looking good for the Fellowship. Gandalf was dead, and they were being taken to Lothlorien. Orcs were also in close pursuit. Gimli had told Frodo that the Lady of the Wood was an evil sorceress, and their chances of survival were slim. This did not help the hobbits feels any better. Aragorn walked in silence, ashamed that he couldn't protect the Fellowship for even the shortest amount of time. They stopped; they were in a grove of magical trees, much like Rivendell. The only difference was, they trees were a glowing blue and white, and the building were built into the trees. They stopped in a line on the bottom of a group of steps. There, at the top was the most beautiful woman anyone had ever seen.
"Where is Gandalf the Grey, for I much desire to speak with him," asked the elf next to the woman, who was Galadriel.
"…he has fallen into shadow," Galadriel said. Her voice was dream-like and mysterious. Everyone heard her voice inside their head, each hearing something different.
Later, Aragorn was arguing with one of the elves. Frodo didn't know who it was. They all looked the same to him. They were arguing in elvish, so nobody understood them. Everyone was still sad about the lose of Gandalf, even the elves. They were singing songs of mourning, and Legolas was too sad to translate the song, so the Fellowship was left to guess.
"Aragorn, there is nothing else I can tell you. The elves of Lorien can help you for a little while. The rest is up to someone else," Celeborn said in elvish.
"Who?" demanded Aragorn. Celeborn turned, and motioned for Aragorn to follow him. Reluctantly, Aragorn followed the elf to a secluded room. There, waiting, were three teenagers.