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Prologue
The concept of reincarnation, accompanied by the whole idea of allowing a lost soul to reborn in another world, could have never been more of a sham. Since, in the eyes of many, it was just too good to be true. And even more so, to be allowed to reincarnate as the avatar of a video game character, in which someone has put their heart and soul, would let anyone thank whatever providence they believed in for the opportunity presented to them. Yet, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. It never was.
People don't change that fast. The person behind the avatar, behind the screen, would carry on the struggles that forced them to find a new sense of purpose in another place. Since, after all, that was the reason for so many people to play video games. It allows them to just escape the misery of their reality, whether it was their fault and mistakes, or simply the destiny giving them a horrible set of cards. It didn't matter online. There, people could find everything they never had. There, they could be the person that, in real life, they had wished to be, and it was there, where they could find people like them.
So, with that in mind, when someone loses all, including their last piece of heaven. The little place they called home. Would a new beginning allow them to find salvation? Would a new world give them what they desperately always wanted?
Well, that was the question a little girl asked herself.
Under the moonlight, staring at the beautiful sky, where the hundreds of stars shine upon her. The girl took a deep breath, enjoying the sensation of pure air in her lungs. It was something the toxicity and radiation did not permit her to do in her old world. The world where she came from was a rotten one, and not just theologically, but also literally. A long war broke and the planet Earth was brought to its knees and put on life support. The Nuclear power of her time destroyed entire continents, killing everything humanity once knew. And the decades that followed only made things worse. Yet, humans were resourceful, and like always, find ways to survive.
Still, it was not a life worth living for. It was dark and gloomy. Filled with desperations and numbness. That's what she felt every day. She knew the life she carried was worth nothing there. And often, she thought about just ending it all. It was a mere thought, of course, but then again, she dreamed about it, to just find the perfect spot in a tall building, and jump with her eyes crossed. It sounds simple enough. And it would end quickly. Or so she thought.
Yet, I never did it.
The girl smiled at the reason she was there. And it was Yggdrasil, without it. She would have just been another innocent soul, lost forever, and never remembered. Yggdrasil was her life. The only reason she woke every morning, and went and worked in that god-awful place, where she was mistreated and abused in horrible and shameful ways. Yggdrasil was her life and only purpose. And the people she met there, her friends, were the light in the tunnel. But everything has to end someday and Yggdrasil was not the exception.
She remembered spending all night in her guild, waiting, hoping, praying, that the people she considered family would come just one last time and not just for their guild, Ainz Ooal Gown, but for her. She wanted them to come for her, to save her. But yet, none came. So, with nothing in her mind and soul. She sat on the throne of her fading guild, and home, waiting for the end and while Yggdrasil came to a close, taking with it all, she holds dear.
Destiny, or whatever it was, seemed to have another plan for her. It was an awful sensation; she recalls. The feeling of being crushed, and push around, as if she was a piece of cloth in a washing-machine. It was horrible and painful. But it soon ended, and with it, the old life she once held.
"And here I am… in this strange place… this strange world, in the child-like version of my Yggdrasil character."
The girl whispered while looking at the sky, still having problems believing it was real.
"It's been six years since that… so, I guess, is truly not a dream."
The chilly wind of winter caressed her skin, and while many would have shivered in cold. She did not. It was strange. She could feel the cold, but it did not bother her. The icy snow under her naked feet wasn't a problem either. It was the same when it was about sleeping and eating. She could sleep but didn't need to. She could eat, and she does eat a lot. But hunger was never going to be a conundrum to her. All those limitations that could harm a mortal and kill it were just human irrelevancies to her.
She was just something more, and whatever that was a good thing, or a bad, that was for later. For now, the girl was more focused on her own paranoia and her searching for what was missing.
"Now, I should focus on finding Nazarick… it has to be somewhere."
The girl whispered as she kept on staring at the light of the moon. It was such a beautiful sight.
"You shouldn't be here, my little lady. It is cold and dark. Something could happen to you."
The girl scoffed, as she just glanced at the man slowly walking towards her. The tall trees and shadows hide the figure of that person, but it was clear. The girl wasn't afraid of him. She stared at him with a soft smile on her face.
"It is you who shouldn't be here at all, milord. This is Winterfell's Godswood. It belongs to my family. You're the stranger here."
The man chuckled at the sight of the young little lady.
"Forgive me, my lady. I then to forget, that you're a Stark now."
"I may be a wolf now, milord. But remember that, under this fur, lays the skin of a demon."
The girl said, and her golden eyes shone upon the dark, removing it from sight. The man smiled as he found himself lost in the beauty of those eyes. Brighter than any star, and more valuable than any diamond.
"I shall never forget it, my lady. Neither your snow-white hair nor your pale skin."
"Mm, good."
The girl smiled, as now she had a clear view of the man. He had long blonde hair, dazzling like gold. A set of blue eyes with mischievousness living there. And an incredibly handsome face, perfect for ladies to gawk at, and a body perfect for the ladies to lust over. Yet, while it was true, he was a gorgeous man. There was something strange there. He looked too perfect to be real. He was a man that shouldn't exist. But he does, and whatever that was a good thing or bad thing, it was completely irrelevant for the little girl.
"I had to admit… it is strange seeing you look like that, my dear Pandora's Actor."
The girl said, as the man gently kneeled before her.
"It should be I, the one who says something like that, my lady. Yet, you look delightful and happy."
Pandora's actor form changed from the handsome blonde man to his original one. The girl's hands trembled as she slowly caressed the cheeks of her creation. The uniform she once found embarrassing was now the pride of her life. Never in her life, she thought, Pandora's Actor would become real, like a person. Yet, he was there before her, and the happiness she felt couldn't be quenched.
"Now you look more handsome like this," the girl said, sobbing slightly. She slowly caressed her creation's unusual face. Not wanting him to be a dream. Yet, there he was.
"Meine Dame… I am so pleased to see you again," Pandora's Actor said, gently, as his long fingers cleaned softly the tears of his lady.
Overwhelmed with emotions, she hugged him tightly. It was bizarre to hug him, yet it felt right. Pandora's Actor has been always her shoulder to cry on. She would spend hours talking with him, venting and rambling about her days, telling him all her fears, her dreams, and horrors. But he never replied. He was just another NPC in the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Yet, he was a living being now, and Pandora's Actor was, for the lack of a better word. His lady's guardian, in every sense of the word, and he bowed to make her happy.
"When I saw you… I knew it!"
Pandora's actor chuckled a bit. "Did my name give it away?"
"Lukas Muller… such a common German name."
"Haha! Indeed! But you once thought about naming me that way. Until lady Bukubukuchagama said how cliché it was!"
"That's true."
"But it was the same for me. The moment I heard… Galadriel Stark, I knew it was you."
Galadriel's shaky breath reflected how emotional she was, yet she could calm herself down enough to laugh.
"I have to thank my mother for naming me that way. I still do not know how she thought about that name. But it doesn't matter now. It has served its purpose."
Galadriel said, as she still couldn't believe Pandoras' Actor was there.
"Are you alright? Did someone attack you? Where did you come from? How long it has been?"
Galadriel asked rapidly, while she looked over her creation's body, trying to find any injury or something, and of course, Pandoras' Actor only chuckle.
"I have not been damaged, or attacked… well, that would be a lie. Some bandits did try to rob me on the way here. But, nothing to worry about. My level has made it quite easy to deal with them."
Galadriel sighed deeply. Since she knew that so far, there wasn't any threat to them. Yet she was still paranoid. A player or something could be lurking about, just waiting for the moment to attack. Pandora's Actor noticed his lady's face and sighed.
"I was careful to not bring too much attention to me, my lady. I know we are currently in an unknown world, with unknown threats. So, I changed my form to a more human one, and portray myself as a businessman. A merchant of sorts."
Galadriel nodded as she felt more at peace, knowing Pandora's actor was careful enough to realize the situation they were both in.
"Where did you appear?" Galadriel asked.
"Just outside a city called Braavos."
"Braavos? Essos? That's quite far," Galadriel said, muttering about the implications of Pandora's actor arrival. If he landed in a place so far away. Then, Nazarick, or the other guardians, could appear in faraway places too. They may find themselves a world across away. It wasn't something she liked. They could be attacked or put into precarious conditions. But it was still good news for her overall. Galadriel just needs to be smart about it.
"How long it has been since you arrive?" Galadriel asked.
"Approximately two weeks."
"I see," Galadriel said.
"Truthfully, I could have reached your sooner. But I was trying to be as careful as I could. When I arrived at Braavos, I was trying to gain as much information as before deciding what to do. It was then, when I hear a merchant talking about the North's sudden change in prices of goods, that I got interested to hear more about it."
It was surprised to Galadriel how fast the news traveled. It was only a year since she implemented a new set of rules regarding transportation and merchandise. Allowing for them to levy their taxes better, making it cheaper for merchants to travel to White Harbor. Bringing more goods to them faster. She was happy. The King allowed it to happen.
He is not as mad as it seems; I guess. Galadriel thought, smiling.
"They were talking about the young Stark daughter, and how she seemed to have hair white as snow, two sets of golden eyes, and long fangs. They call you the White-Wolf."
"What? Long fangs?" Galadriel asked, puzzled.
"It's what they call you now. Didn't you know?" Pandora's actor asked, bemused.
"I guess… but I thought it was a joke."
"Well, it is not a joke. But thankfully, it leads me to you."
Galadriel sighed, not knowing how to take her new nickname. Well, it wasn't a bad one. So, she would just shrug it off.
I mean, it's a nice nickname, quite cool too. So, no worry. She thought.
"Still, I had quite the problem reaching the North."
"You could have used [Fly], you know? Or something else. You have a long list of abilities," Galadriel said.
"And I did… but I wanted to do it the old way. But yes, I ended up just using a Spell to reach this place faster. I do apologize, my lady."
Galadriel rolled her eyes but smiled.
"No, don't apologize. You are here now, that's what matters."
Pandora's Actor nodded softly as he stood up and, together with his lady, stared at the sky, letting a few seconds go by.
"We have to find Nazarick… and the guardians if they came here," Galadriel said, as Pandora's Actor nodded.
"I have been living in this world for five years, and you just arrived two weeks ago… did you remember something? Did something happen to you while in Nazarick?" Galadriel asked while Pandora's Actor started to think carefully about it.
"I was just in the treasury when I felt as if something pulling me under… after that. I appeared outsides the city. That's all I remember."
"Mm, so we don't know when or how… interesting."
Galadriel muttered, thinking already what could be the mathematical equation to predict the arrival of either the guardians or Nazarick as a whole. But if it was random, it would be harder for her. Yet, it was not the end. Pandora's Actor was there with her, so she knew it was only a matter of time before she had to find them all. Only a matter of time.
"Do not worry yourself about it, my lady. I know it would not take long enough for them to arrive."
Galadriel stared at him, and smile brightly. She was feeling so much better now.
"It's only a matter of time… and time, well, we have that, don't we?" Pandora's Actor said, and while he had no face, technically. Galadriel could see his smirk.
"That we do… and it's only you and me for now, Pandora's Actor. What should we do?" Galadriel said with a smile.
"Ah! I do believe you have some plans already, don't you, meine dame? I am already wondering, what is your goal so far?"
"There is a sort of road map I have created for me. Yet, is not complete, and I am still working on it. But with you here… I think we can do something more about it."
"You flatter me, my lady! I know you are already a hundred years ahead of me!"
"Please, don't say that! I am not that smart!" Galadriel said as she could hear Pandora's actor laugh. If he was someone else, she would have never said something like that. She would have pretended that she was indeed beyond everyone else plans. But that would be a lie. Yet, with Pandora's Actor, there was no need. He knew her better than she knew herself. So, Galadriel was comfortable with him and just been herself.
"I'll need you more than you'll need me," Galadriel muttered.
Pandora's actor only took his lady and softly spoke to her, words of encouragement.
"My lady… don't doubt yourself. I do not wish to see you like that. I need you to first trust that whatever happens from now on. That I'll follow you everywhere you go. Because I believe in you… and I know you don't think like this, but you're truly the smartest person and, more importantly. The bravest person I'll ever know."
Pandora's Actor said, and Galadriel only looks down, trying to not break down. It was the first time, since forever, that someone has told her anything remotely kind. No one has ever told her she meant something. No, a single person in her life, has told her she was brave, or smart. Yet, there he was, her creation, who knew the holes of her heart and wanted to make her happy.
"Thank you… thank you for always being there for me."
Pandora's actor again smiled as he took his lady's hand.
"Now, shall we take our leave? After all, a pretty lady like yourself shouldn't be here at these hours."
Pandora's Actor said as he changed his body back to the blonde-haired, handsome man, and it only made Galadriel giggle.
"Of course, milord. It's getting cold," Galadriel said, as she gave a small bow and tenderly took Pandora's Actor's hand. They strolled away, only leaving the footprints on the snow behind. "Ah, we need to think about how should I introduce you to my family," Galadriel said.
"Well, we can think of something."
"Yeah… and be careful… some ladies lust after you."
"Ah, I am not interested in that type of activity."
"Good, no creation of mine would go for a lowly servant girl."
Pandora's Actor only laughed as they disappeared into the night.
Lyarra Stark had to admit, how strange it was to see her oldest daughter walking around next to that weird fellow called Lukas Muller, all the time. Lyarra was worried about her child. Since, while smart, her child was young and too innocent. So, that's why she was currently under a disguise of sorts. She had to protect her darling child at all costs.
Lyarra sneakily walked behind them while they were walking through the streets of Winter Town. The winter has just arrived, and the snow was covering it all, but her daughter, like always, seemed unbothered by it, and the blonde-haired man wasn't even wearing any coats for such a cruel climate. He must be freezing at such temperatures, but he isn't… why? Who is that man? Lyarra wondered.
Lyarra crawled to them, not caring about her gown at all, or the bemused faces of the people watching her act like a cat of sorts. Since she was wearing a long black coat with a hood, no one recognized her, making it easy for her to move around.
"Mother, what is she doing?"
"Shh! She must be crazy!"
Lyarra didn't pay attention to them. She just wanted to get closer.
"What are they doing?"
Lyarra muttered as she hid behind a few horses and some of the common-folk looked at her rather confused. She saw how her daughter pointed at the inn and the road leading to Winterfell. Lyarra could see the expressions on her daughter's face. She had the same face when explaining those ideas of her, those ideas Lyarra and the rest could barely keep up with. But Lyarra smiled proudly. Yet she was still unsure of what they were talking about, and from the looks of it. The man seemed thoughtful.
"I need to get closer."
Lyarra roll over the ground and jumped from one place to the next. No one could say she was not athletic. The lady of Winterfell and wife of Rickard Stark climbed a building, and there she jumped from roof to roof, in the most impressive way possible. Lyarra smirked as she was now looking down on her daughter.
"Fufufu! Never underestimate the power of a mother looking after her child! Don't worry, my sweet baby, your mother will always look after you! Now… what do you want with my daughter? I'll find it now!"
Lyarra whispered as her voice sounded chilling, not noticing that her daughter and the man next to her knew she was there. But refused to say acknowledge her. Since they were incredibly horrified of her.
"M-my lady…! Your mother is scaring me!" Pandora's actor whispered as he felt the glares of his lady's mother from the roof of a building behind them.
"D-d-don't worry! She is harmless… I think!" Galadriel replied back, also feeling the haunting stares of her mother.
They continue their little chat and Lyarra, like a gargoyle in the dark, stared at them, not moving at all. But after a while, she could calm herself, as she could hear they were just talking about new merchandise and how to improve the roads. It was fine now, and her daughter was not in trouble. So, with that in mind, Lyarra presented herself in a more friendly manner. The only time she spoke with that man was just when he arrived, offering new merchandise to them.
So, Lyarra jumped from the roof and landed without a problem, without realizing how the victims of her past activities flinched at her.
Lady Stark adjusted her gown and hair and strolled towards them, casually.
"Oh, my~! Such a surprise to see you here, my child, and you too, milord. You must forgive me for such a rude intrusion in the conversation you two were having. I hope you don't mind," Lyarra said casually, and Galadriel and Pandora's actor only grew tense and nervous. They were wondering if Lyarra was human after all. Because so far. The woman who was Galadriel's mother was a person with many secret abilities.
"Ah! Mother…! Indeed, such a surprise to see you here!" Galadriel said nervously, and she had to kick Pandora's actor in order for him to say something.
"Uh, ah…! A pleasure to meet you, lady Stark!"
He said with a bow, as Lyarra narrowed her eyes at him. But after a while, and one look at her daughter, she decided that judging someone was not a good idea. Maybe she was paranoid.
"Do not worry, lord Muller. Don't be so nervous. I was just happy to see my daughter speaking with someone outside the family. She normally is very shy, and formal. It was strange to see her so… carefree with you. So, I was curious."
Galadriel and Pandora's actor looked at each other and exhaled deeply.
"Mother, you didn't have to worry about it," Galadriel muttered.
Lyarra sighed as she suddenly brought her daughter to her embrace. The white-haired girl groaned as she was crushed, or well, not really crushed, by her mother's chest.
"Mom…!" Galadriel whined, as she secretly enjoyed the embrace of the woman who was her mother.
"Sorry, sorry, my dear. I just can't stop thinking how fast you grow!" Lyarra said with a cheerful smile as she started to play with Galadriel's cute cheeks. The demon empress. The white-haired supreme being was blushing deeply as her mother was kissing and caressing her hair.
Pandora's actor was smiling softly at the view before him. It was incredibly beautiful if he was honest. His lady deserved all the love she could obtain, and if he was honest. Pandora's actor could only detect pure happiness and love from the lady Stark. He saw, too, how his lady had a bright smile on her face. It was all he needed to see, that smile.
"I do apologize for the scene, milord. But I do love my daughter dearly."
"Not at all, my lady. You're a wonderful mother, thank you."
"Eh? Thank me for what?" Lyarra asked, confused.
"Nothing."
Pandora's actor only replied as lady Stark didn't push for more.
"Mother, lord Muller is going to be my new personal assistant. He will put us in contact with the Iron Bank of Essos, and allow us to grow from there."
Lady Stark wasn't sure of it, but she wasn't smart enough to understand all of her daughter's plans. But if her child was sure of, and most of the time, she was. Lyarra would accept whatever outcome it may bring. Besides, lord Muller looked like a decent person.
"Have you spoken with your father?" Lyarra asked.
"I was going to… tonight. I was just showing him the first step to make Winter Town better. But I know, father. He will accept."
"Because you ask for it," Lyarra said with a smirk.
"I am indeed very charming," Galadriel said, smiling.
"Of course. But is time for supper. I know you get cranky when you don't eat. Please, lord Muller, accompany us. I want to hear more about you."
"It will be my pleasure."
Pandora's actor charade proves useful for them since no one suspected a thing. Yet, the harder part was to come.
Lyanna Stark, Ned Stark, and Brandon Stark were glaring at the new guest before them. The blonde-haired man with a charming smile. Capable of snaring all ladies and their mothers. But it was not what they were worried about. They knew their mother was just being polite and while their father seemed at ease with the man, after a long talk. They knew better than that.
The Stark children knew he was not to be trusted, and the reason for that was how happy their sister was with him. It was not a good sign. Their sister was innocent, full of love, and rather dumb. She trusted people too much, and it was bad. So, they vowed to protect her from anyone who would harm her, or take advantage of her.
That's why they kept on glaring at him, with angry faces, funny faces. Well, it was working since Pandora's actor was quite uncomfortable with the stares of his lady's siblings. Yet, his lady was completely unaware of it. Since, in her eyes, her siblings could do nothing wrong.
"Eddard, could you pass me a piece of bread?" Galadriel asked, as she happily chew her food.
Ned smiled brightly as he did as she asked.
"Of course!" Ned said while he gave the piece of bread away. Pandora's actor had to evade a piece of carrot thrown at him. He stared amused at the little girl with fierce eyes, as she mocks him with her tongue.
Ah, this is going to be more difficult. Pandora's actor thought.
"Thank you, Eddard."
Galadriel said without noticing or not bothering to notice how Pandora's actor was evading attack after attack from the Stark children.
"So, lord Muller, you're from Essos?" Lord Stark said, with a stoic face.
"Yes, milord."
"Muller? That's not a common name. Where does it come from?" Lyarra asked as she cleaned little 1-year-old Benjen's mouth.
Galadriel looked at him and wondered what would Pandora's actor say. She trusted him into making a ridiculous backstory of sorts. Yet, she hoped he didn't go too far.
"It comes from far away, my lady. The house I came from, has traveled from Yi Ti to Asshai to Mossovy. We share what we have found, and our merchandise does a lot for us."
"Yi Ti? Asshai? That's quite the long journey, milord. Where are the rest of your family?" Lord Rickard asked, with an intrigued voice.
"They are currently on travel business in the Free Cities, so is me for the time being."
Galadriel sigh tiredly, but she was happy that Pandora's actor came with such a history. Yet, she had to ask him later what he would do when they ask to see his mysterious merchandise. Perhaps they could think of something that would allow them to use it to their advantage. Maybe it was all Pandora's actor plans to play the long con.
"Can we see something from Asshai?!" Lyanna asked, and Ned and Brandon looked at her with a betrayal look on their face.
"Lyanna, don't speak with your mouthful, and do not bother lord Muller," Lyarra said.
"Don't worry, my lady. The child is curious, and I would have loved to show her something, but currently, I am without any item that could be worth something. I am mostly here to establish a new route for the ships of Braavos."
"Oh…"
Lyanna let a disappointing sigh, but then she glared at Brandon who just kicked her under the table.
"Brandon!" she hissed.
"Traitor!" Brandon replied.
"I took, lord Muller to Winter Town, and we were talking about how we could repair the old road leading to Winterfell in order to get more merchandise faster. And as well, how could we bring more ships to White Harbor by making it more profitable for the sellers. Lord Muller will help me a lot with it."
Lord Rickard could only sigh as while he loved his daughter greatly. He could barely keep up with her in many aspects.
"I'll get maester Luwin tomorrow. You know, when it comes down to numbers… I can't really follow you."
Lyarra then kissed her husband's cheeks, smiling brightly.
"If it helps, I don't understand her either."
Rickard chuckled as Galadriel was still having problems watching a couple in love. A husband and a wife, who actually love each other? The madness. Yet, she was happy to have them in her life.
"Wait! Sister, you told me you would come with me tomorrow to play!" Lyanna said with her puppy eyes.
"And I will! I am not going to spend all day with them," Galadriel said softly.
"You promise?" Lyanna asked.
"I promise."
"Alright, children are getting late… time to get to bed," Lyarra said as the children groaned. But Galadriel only smiled at them. She stared at Pandora's actor, who nodded at her. It seems as if he approves of them.
"Milord, I have set a room for you," Lord Rickard said.
"I thank you for this kindness, Lord Stark."
The Stark family went ahead to take a well-needed rest, however, for Galadriel and Pandora's actor who needed no rest. They were just talking about their future plans and what they could improve upon. Yet, their chat was stopped by the sudden knock on the door.
"It seems as if your siblings want to spend the night with you," Pandora's actor said with a chuckle.
"I seem so," Galadriel said with a sigh. "I will send them to their beds."
"No, my lady. Spend the night with them… they are your siblings and they love you."
"But we have tons of things to do," Galadriel said, but Pandora's actor was not having it.
"We can have all day tomorrow, and the next after."
Galadriel wanted to protest, but knowing her creation, she knew it would lead to nowhere.
"Besides, I will spend the night checking the defenses you put. I'll speak with dear Elise and Phantasmagoria."
Galadriel sighed. "Alright. I want to take care of the Wolfswood and Tumbledown Tower."
"I'll take care of it. So please, my lady, just enjoy having siblings. Enjoy being loved."
Pandora's actor then gave a small kiss to his lady's cheek. It was just a gesture of love and care that Galadriel couldn't help herself but smile. Since it was technically from a child she created. Pandora's actor then disappeared from sight, in the shadows of the corner of Galadriel's room.
"Enjoy being loved… aye. I could do that."
Galadriel slowly opened the door and there she saw all of her siblings.
"Again, sneaking out? You all know that mother doesn't like it."
"Are you going to tell?" Ned asked, but smiled as he knew the answer already.
"Never."
"That's why we keep sneaking out!" Lyanna said as she jumped on Galadriel's bed, while Brandon and Ned took some fluffy fur, dropped it on the floor, and started to improvise a camp of sorts. Benjen was hugging Galadriel's leg and looking at her with those big shiny gray eyes of his.
"You didn't finish the last history!" Lyanna exclaimed happily as she got inside of the made-out little cave made out of pillows and blankets.
Galadriel giggled as she brought Benjen to her lap, and the rest formed a circle around her.
"Alright you kid… mm, where was I?"
"On the raid to the gigantic snake that eats worlds base!" Brandon said, excited.
"Ah, yeah… the great guild of the 41 adventures, after many failures, they finally were capable of forming a grand plan in order to defeat the great evil!"
"Was the White Knight on it?!" Ned asked, referring to Touch-Me, and Galadriel smiled gently at him.
"Of course… but he was not the only one. The smartest of them all was a great wise tree… and he was the sage that lead them to victory in many battles. But now, it would require something more than just wisdom… it will require something unique… and it was a bug that would defeat the great evil!"
"A bug?!" the children exclaimed.
"Indeed! A little bug that brought down the great eater!"
"How?!" they asked.
"Fufufu! You'll see!"
Galadriel was now truly enjoying her time there, and she had to say that Pandora's actor was right. She would enjoy the feeling of love. The feeling she never had before in her life. A family to care for, and while her plans would move on. She would make sure her family comes with her