Author's Note: I know that the family tree in the last entry doesn't look anything like a family tree, but I just can't figure out how to keep the formating once I up load it. I appologize for that and I hope to find a way to fix it, so I'll keep it the way it is for now. If I can't find a way to format it correctly, then I suppose I'll take it out of the Summary etc. page. Some of the family tree will actually be explained in this chapter, so hopefully it will help anyone who is confused. Please review and tell me what you think of the prologue and whether or not I should post a part two, or just have the events of the prologue revisited and explained later on in another chapter. I don't mind constructive criticism (note the word constructive) and I especially appreciate reviews in which readers give me their opinion on things such as my writing style, any guesses they might have about future events in the story, and which parts of the chapters they liked and why. If my reviewers could add some of these things into there reviews, it would be very helpful to me. Thanks, so here's the story:

Mornië Alantuva: Prologue, Part I

(SA 1699, the year before Sauron's war with the elves ended)

All was peaceful in the forest, one of the few peaceful places left for the First-born in Endor. All the elves of the forest, even the ones who usually had night boarder patrol duty, were sleeping, untroubled, at home, in their beds; all but one.

Galadriel, Lady of the Wood, was lying next to her husband, in her own bed, in her own home, but she was wide awake, and though she did not move a muscle, she was restless. Normally, she would know what it was that troubled her if she were troubled, but tonight, she could not name what had come over her to make her feel so. She was fighting the urge to get up and go….. somewhere. She didn't know where, but as she pondered where she could possibly want to go at that time of night, the urge gradually became stronger until it became nearly impossible for her to lie still. Then, on its own, with no prompting from her, Nenya gave out a brief, but bright flash of light. Startled, she finally set up and stared at it a moment. It had never done that before. And before she even think about it for a moment longer, her feet where carrying her to she knew not where, as if she were being controlled by something or someone else.

As she took strange pathways that she rarely ever used out of the palace and into the Wood, she became afraid. She could not control her own body. What if Morgoth's servant, Sauron had found a way to control her ring as he had found a way to control the rings of men and through them, their wearers? She knew that she, even without Nenya, had great power, power that if used for evil could be devastating. She prayed to Varda that she had not fallen into Sauron's trap again, that her fears were ungrounded.

When she finally arrived at her destination, the feeling of being controlled vanished, and she nearly collapsed in relief seeing where her ring had brought her. She found herself standing in the starlit clearing where the basin of her mirror stood on its pedestal. She would have collapsed had not Nenya given off an insistent pulse of light, which was reflected by the crystal pitcher of water that was set by the side of the basin. Then she finally understood that she was meant to look into her mirror, and, though what Nenya had done made her very wary, she gracefully and silently walked to the basin and filled it with water. She glanced at her ring one more time before looking in the mirror. It had ceased pulsing with light, but still glowed strangely. She had a feeling that whatever she saw tonight would either be very important or very different from the other things she had seen, or perhaps it would be both.

Taking a deep breath, she looked away from her ring and gazed into her crystal mirror. Immediately, she was pulled into the vision as images began to flash before her sight. The first things she saw were things from the past, her own past in fact. The first images were almost painful to watch as guilt welled up in her heart: Her father, her uncles, her brothers and her cousins were leading the Noldor out of Eldamar, out of Valinor and back to Endor. She was confessing to Melian what the host of Fëanor had done, the kinslayig. She watched as Melian's beautiful kingdom of Doriath was attacked, pillaged, and then utterly destroyed. She saw herself fleeing. Then she saw herself, many years later coming to the land that was now called Lothlórien and building a kingdom of her own, attempting to replicate what Melian had done in creating the protective girdle around Doriath, saw herself collapse in exhaustion after achieving the feet. She an elf had just done, by herself and without the help of any Ring of Power, without even an anchor, what it had taken a Maia to do before. She saw the forging of the Twenty, though there should only have been nineteen, Rings of Power: Nine for the Kings of Men, Seven for the Dwarf Lords, Three for the Elven Lords (and Lady) and the One Ring. Then the vision changed. She saw her the elder of her two daughters, Melyanna, marring Culfin Palantír, the full-blooded, yet flesh and blood Maia who called himself an Istar, and the birth of their two children, first their son, Belthilion, who chose to be an Istar, not an elf, and then their daughter, Ailien, who –though she could in times of dire need use the Istarín magic that was in her blood- otherwise chose to be a child of Ilúvatar, obviously an elf, since she hadn't a drop of mortal blood in her. Returning once more to an earlier time, she saw her younger daughter, Celebrían's birth. Then the images went much further back and she watched as the lines of Finwë, Olwë, and his brother Elwë, better known to her as Thingol, split and reformed. Elwë, after three generations had only one descendant, Elwing, the half-elven who first chose to become immortal. Finwë, through his son Fingolfin, after four generations also had only one descendent, Eärendil, the half-elven who first chose to become mortal. Eärendil and Elwing wed and had twin sons, Elrond and Elros, and in those half-elven twins, the lines of Finwë and Elwë were united. She watched as one day, when given the choice, Elrond chose to be of the first-born, while Elros chose to become mortal and so the line was split again. But with Ailien's marriage to Elrond, the lines or Olwë and Finwë were united in their son Elernil Ungolmānín, as they were with the Elrond's second marriage, to Celebrían in Elladan and Elrohir, and more importantly, in Arwen Undómiel. Then, many long years after this, Arwen married a man named Elessar Telcontar, or Aragorn, the heir of a man named Isildur, who was a descendant of Elros. Their son, Eldarion eventually married the granddaughter of Elernil and in their daughter Lorryana, at last, the lines of Finwë, Elwë, and Olwë were all united. This unification, she knew was very far in the future. Again, time rewound and she saw Culfin walk through an archway somewhere in Lorien and simply vanish, then she saw Ailien do exactly the same thing, and watched as her family mourned her supposed death. She saw Elernil, Lorwen, Legolas, Elanor, Anarion, Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, and she herself pass through the archway as well. On the other side of the archway was someplace she knew was not Lothlórien, but she could not see it clearly. It was as if a fog blocked her way. Then she saw all of them returning to Lothlórien. Suddenly there was a great leap forward in time and the images she saw began to go by even more rapidly. She saw Loryanna again, but this time at her coronation and to Galadriel's shock, the crown placed on her head was made of Mithril (this part did not surprise her) and in it were set ALL THREE SILMARILLI. She saw Loryanna, now called Silmarilliriel's mortal husband die and the Gondorian queen's shocking survival. She saw their son, Fëavilyahir or as he preferred, thinking his name was a bit too close to hubris, since it meant Lord of the spirit of Air, which was a title that belonged to Manwë, Fëvilyadur marrying the younger daughter of Marien and Belthilion, whose name was Marienian Gelydhen. She saw their daughter Arwen Aduialiel marry the Estel Eldamir Erynhirion. She saw their son, Aragorn III marry the pheredhel daughter of Elladan, who bore the name of Gilraen Imladrisoriel. Then she saw Arwen Aduialiel and Ested sailing to Valinor and being greeted by Galadriel herself, Elrond, Celeborn, Gandulf, Elanor, Eldarion, Silmarilliriel, Fëvilyadur, Gelydhen, and clearest of all, Lorwen.

With a shocking jolt, Galadriel's mind and spirit were forcefully pushed out of the vision and her body was literally thrown away from the basin. The power that had pushed her away had been terrifyingly strong. She had seen too much. Her soul had gone too far ahead and it would not come back. The body of the Queen lay helpless and motionless with her eyes closed, at the foot of a tree at the edge of the clearing. She was lost. She could not find her body. She knew that if she did not find her body within several more minutes, it would die and she would be lost forever in the whirlwind of images. She didn't want to see them. Some of them were dark and frightened her horribly, but she could not find her body, could not see anything through the whirlwind. Then, suddenly, she saw a brilliant light, like a beacon and followed it, without knowing what it was, fighting her way toward it through the whirlwind. She had almost reached the source of the light when something dark clawed at her arm. She knew her body was beginning to fade by now. She fought to pull her arm free from the dark thing which had no form, and in response the light flashed out with even greater strength. The dark thing vanished and she was engulfed by the light. All she knew was the light, and the sensation of floating on water, the sound of a river. And then she knew nothing.