Contrary to what was believed to be the truth in Lothlorien, the Lady Galadriel did not control the mirror. Rather, she listened to the mirror, listened for when it called for her. Most of the time the call was weak, when what she needed to see was small in the grand play that was the land of Middle-Earth. Then other times, the call was strong, urgent, a warning of things to come, things that could change the course of the future.
As her eyes came into focus, the Lady of the Wood knew that the path of the future was about to change. Sitting up, she quickly and quietly padded down to the grove where she held the mirror, her immortal heart thumping loudly in her ears. She was nervous tonight, her hands shaking slightly as she filled the pitcher with water from the spring. She was nervous, and the only thing she knew for certain, as she poured the water into the mirror, was that the lives of the free people of Middle-Earth were about to change.
She peered into the mirror, her blue eyes wide in fear and slight excitement. The stars above reflected back at her at first, then the water rippled as it began to tell her what was approaching Middle-Earth.
Fire. Mt. Doom was erupting as she seemed to soar over the landscape. Orcs roamed the land again, spreading across the land like a dark plague. Home after home was destroyed, from the Havens, to Rohan, to the White City. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she witnessed the rape of the beautiful land of Middle-Earth, and watched as all fell before the dark tide.
Then suddenly, a bright light glowed from the east, near the land Gandalf tended to visit often. The light was so bright, that Galadriel was unable to see the four figures standing in it clearly. She could only catch a few hints as to the identities of the four. A man in black, a tall, thin blond, a boy with brown eyes and wind-tossed hair, and a girl who seemed to be the embodiment of purity. As she looked, the girl glanced up at her with emerald-green eyes.
Galadriel gasped as the mirror suddenly released her, rocking back onto her heels as she tried to make sense of what she'd just seen. Behind her, warm arms wrapped around her waist as Celeborn pulled her back into his embrace, comforting her. The elf had been awoken when his wife had left their flet, and he could tell that whatever she'd just seen had startled her badly. As her trembling started to slow, he whispered in Silvarin, "What did you see, my love?"
Galadriel was silent for a long moment before she answered in the same tongue. "Pain. Suffering. Death." She looked away to the side before finishing, wiping the tears from her cheeks.. "And then, light."
I know, I'm starting yet another story before even updating any of my old ones, but this story has been screaming at me, 'Post me! Post me!' Who am I to say no?
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