A/N: as pointed out in the last chapter, feel free to suggest others who could have been affected by Celebrian's abduction it could be anyone.
P.S.: through all of the stories I have set out puzzle pieces about who my OC is with this chapter holding the largest hints.
III. The White Lady of the Golden Woods
It was already a month ago since Celebrian had sailed away to the Undying Lands to fully heal and to wait for the time her family would join her. It was a painful departure because no one wanted to let her go, but she was not to be moved from her decision, only her father seemed to support it.
So she left and the numbing grief had returned to her family leading for Celeborn to again call upon the Healer of Souls. Together they decided that Celeborn would take Arwen who was again sent to them for a walk in the Golden Woods and Nestaron would take care of Galadriel and later in the evening about Arwen whom looked as if she hadn't sleep since a long time. So while daeradar and granddaughter were away slipped Nestaron into the mind of the White Lady.
Facing the hall filled with doors he silently walked up to the red door noting with distaste how the far corners started taking up a greyish colour nearing black. Shaking his head he pushed the door open and stepped into the white marble palace, fine mist gliding past his feet. Making his way through the silent halls filled with bright light fell his eyes on the figure sitting at the balcony, the White Lady of Lothlórien whose beauty had captivated the heart of so many creatures along the centuries. On her hand something gleamed, the ring Nenya, the Ring of Adamant being only two of her many names, something akin to a smile appeared on his lips knowing that she had noticed the ring he carried and from the gleam he caught in the corner of his eyes she had answered. He watched unmoving as Galadriel turned around, anger shining in her eyes as she glared at him.
"How dare you approach me Bearer of Darkness." she hissed in a cold voice "Was it not enough pain that the Necromancer and that damned creature whom raised you had caused this land, now you come and took away my daughter after his beasts have broken her. You are truly a being followed by death and pain." he didn't wince at her harsh words because there was no denying and grief often made one say things they might regret later even thought he knew that she would not regret them.
"It is true that I have taken away your daughter in healing her soul enough for her to recover and decide if she wished to stay or sail. You know that in Valinor she will be fully better and will be waiting for you all to join her. As for your other accusations you know the best that he had no part in the making of the orcs and for that damned creature, it was prophesized that the nine would fall, Men had always weak souls against temptation." he answered before taking a deep breath "As for the last, if my mother would have been sure that if she used her magic then she could save us both would have I been the happiest, but she was not sure that in her fatigue it would work so she concentrated her magic to protect her unborn child. You can't blame a mother for sacrificing herself for the life of her child." he finished looking deep into her eyes, holding the gaze of clear blue eyes.
"True, a mother should be ready to give up everything for they child." she agreed, the cold in her gaze still present.
"Return now to the darkness of Mordor where you belong, I'm sure they are already looking for they prince." she replied with a sardonic smile, she wished for him to leave.
"Such a pathetic comeback form you híril-nín, really if someone would hear they fair lady speak in such a manner. Even tough you are attacking me with your harsh words and coldness, I gave my word to lady Celebrian that I would protect her family from fading. Do you think that hiding in your Room of Visions would stop you from wandering the Halls of Mandos if you continue on like this?"
"No dhínen!" she snapped covering her ears with her hands and turning away.
"No, I will not keep quiet, you are acting like a stubborn elfling." Nestaron snapped back, she was really not helping the case, and they really say that Sindar elves were stubborn?
"Get out of my mind." Galadriel hissed, Nenya gleaming on her hand feeling her distress and sending a wave of water in his direction, but it never hit target as a wall of black and silver light stood in its way. "So this is it, the one whose existence was hidden even from the other ring bearers whom hadn't looked behind the prophecy of the rings, only me and Mithrandir did it." she said while looking at the black and silver ring he bore on his left hand before reciting the words about the rings.
"Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie."
"So you have figured out that even thought Dwarfs are also mortal creatures the "doomed to die" pherse by the Men meant something other. That they were doomed to fall and become the Ringwraiths." Nestaron said with a cold grin, it didn't matter that she knew that or more, she was clinging to the past, unforgiving in her stuborn pride to those whom fell into the darkness, being in her presence he was developing an inkling why the king of the Wood Elves didn't like her all to much. No matter how beautiful something is, the beauty is the perfect mask for these things to hide they flaws form others and her flaw was that part of her heart which could not forgive past mistakes.
"Yes and also something other, the hidden meaning behind the sentences "One Ring to find them,", the talk about binding them in the darkness and the part that it waits in Mordor. First we were puzzled why the One Ring would need to find whom to bring them to Mordor if they already had it and then we realized it on the day my daughter had given birth to my grandchildren even though the healers were sure it would be only one. The answer had dawned on us like when Anor awakens, twins, the One Ring had a twin about only Sauron had known and no one other." she said wile pointing one delicate finger at him, Nestaron only snickered while holding up his left hand where his ring gleamed.
"True, there was a twin ring, my mother had been her bearer and after she passed was it given to me to carry. The twin of the One Ring, the one they only named Dûr Ithil." he said calmly.
"The Dark Moon, a matching name for it." she replied with a sneer.
"Lady Galadriel, this is slowly getting tiresome, I come here to make you stop from hiding form the reality. The trees are crying for they White Lady and your people worry for you, if you can't pull yourself together for them then how do you think your daughter will react when one day her ada finally arrives at the white shores and tells her that you are wandering the Halls of Mandos then it will end like this, your door already started to change dark gray which is slowly fading into black and only the death posses black doors. Your daughter had showed incredible strength as she faced her darkest memories and shattered the darkness clutching her heart and stepped into the light, why can't the woman who had given her life do the same?" he asked as she turned away.
Suddenly there was the patter of little feet running in they direction and a little elfling had run past him and nearly jumped into Galadriel's lap. She looked down with pained eyes into the ones matching hers, stroke the light pink cheeks gently as the child giggled, resting her blonde head in her lap. Heaving a pained sigh Galadriel looked up at the dark haired elf.
"Fine, but only because I long to hold my child in my arms again, but for that to happen I need to wait for the return of the One Ring as I have seen it in my vision." she said in a distant voice as she glanced down at the memory of her daughter. Nestaron nodded, Dûr Ithil, was also feeling that her brother was slowly waking, seeking him.
"That is all I wished to hear, I bid you a good day híril-nín." and with that he was already gone leaving Galadriel with her memory as she gazed out at the sky.
"The end of the Third Age and that of elves is nearing its end, soon the One Ring will return and the whole future of Middle-Earth will lye in the hands of the smallest. I hope for you Prince of Mordor that you manage to walk your path filled with grief and pain and not succumb to the darkness which had robbed the mind of your uncle and the one protecting you." with a last glance at the illusion of her sleeping child the room faded leaving only a door which was slowly regaining its original colour as she passed it.
She was Galadriel, the White Lady of the Golden Woods and thus she would stay till her role was fulfilled and she could embrace her beloved Celeb Ellen at the shores of the Undying Lands.