Angeli wandered around LothLorien as darkness engulfed the night sky like a blanket, the soft lights of her home serving little to no purpose at this hour. But Angeli was oblivious to all of this. She had a mission tonight, and she was determined to accomplish it.
Find the Mirror Of Galadriel.
At one point, long ago, she had known where it was like she knew her hair was attached to her head, but after centuries of being in Rivendell, at one point she just hadn't cared enough to remember anymore.
The lights behind her were getting dimer, making the elleth squint in the darkness and almost trip.
Then she saw it.
Carefully, she walked down a small slope until she was right in front of it.
She needed to see Bard, even if it was only for a moment. She needed to know if he would be alright.
She grabbed the vase that her mother always left by her mirror and approached the pool of water a few feet away from where she was standing; the gentle sounds of her vase filling up making her almost calm.
Once it was full she carefully poured the water into the basin that was Galadriel's Mirror and put the vase down beside her.
The water rippled a few times, then images began to appear.
She saw Bard, his face pleading; Tilda was in the next image, crying; and Sigrid, oh Sigrid...she looked horrified...
"Whatever are you looking at, nettë?" A cool, deadly familiar voice asked.
Angeli forced her eyes to peel away from the water.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded bitterly, turning to face Galadriel.
"This is my land; and you are using my mirror," Galadriel icy blue scanned Angeli.
Angeli rolled her eyes and turned back to the mirror, only to find the images had disappeared.
Galadriel's gaze followed Angeli's.
The young princess heaved a sigh, then turned to leave.
"I have seen what you've seen," Galadriel whispered. "Perhaps more."
Angeli stopped, but didn't turn around.
"Have you now?" she responded coolly.
She didn't have to turn around to know her mother was smiling.
"Perhaps you would like to know what I have seen?" she offered smugly.
It was tempting, but Angeli knew that that type of information would most certainly come with a price with the Lady Of Light.
Her body had become tense, so she just took a deep breath.
"No thank you," she began walking away. "I will just live my life in the present like everyone else."
She bit her lip as her mom didn't respond. Something terrible is going to happen, she told herself, remembering the few images that she had seen. And I won't be there to help them.
Of course, Angeli had forgotten that her mother could read her thoughts, but as soon as she was out of earshot, Galadriel turned back to her mirror as one more image appeared.
It was Angeli, her hair stained with blood, laying on her back with blood pooling around her; Bard standing over her.
"Oh, nettë," she sighed, a delightfully evil smile forming on her lips. "In the end, you might find that Bard is closer to you then you think."