With everything having been fully revealed to Aragorn and Legolas, you now felt you were more able to relax a bit. The only detail you had left out was a minor one, that Sauron is actually incredibly attractive. But maybe its better that they don't know that you've seen him without his armor on.

Now that you have nothing to hide, you consider asking Galadriel about what she knows or suspects about you. Perhaps she would have heard of Moraina, your alter ego. Perhaps she knows too much? What if all you were before was an evil underling of Sauron's? Do you really want to know this with certainty? Would the mystery eat away at you if you never knew who you were or what you did or would you be happy as you are? After all, you're in good company right now. There are people who trust you and depend on you and possibly even love you. All these thoughts fill your mind and become tangled. You feel torn. You must decide if you want to speak with Galadriel and time is running out. Soon you will be leaving Lothlorien with the fellowship and there will be no turning back, not until after the mission has been accomplished. You spent many hours alone at night considering your options while the others were asleep.

As fate would have it, you would not have to decide.

"Aiweneth," a soft feminine voice came from behind you.

You flinched and quickly turned around, ready to pull your dagger. Though you were safe in this stronghold of the elves, you couldn't help but constantly be ready to fight. You are surprised to see it is the Lady of the Golden Wood herself! Galadriel!

"Sorry m'lady," you mutter feeling ashamed. "Should I not be here? I am sorry if I have wandered too far from camp."

Galadriel smiles softly at you. "Worry not! I am relieved to find you here in such a secluded area. It makes this much easier."

'Oh great, she's going to kill me!' you think.

"No, I'm not going to kill you."

"What have you come for?" you ask.

"I believe you already know. You may ask me one question and I will answer it to the fullest of my knowledge."

You ponder for a moment, debating whether or not you should trust this elf.

"What do you know about Moraina?"

"Moraina?" Galadriel frowns slightly at you. "I'm sorry to say that I do not know much about her other than that she is... or perhaps was... almost as old as the Earth itself. She was very powerful and very dangerous. Some had even thought her to be insane... It seemed a logical assumption. She had been held in the clutches of The Menace for many years. No one quite knew what side she was on, maybe she didn't even know. She was killed either during the War of Wrath or just after it. Wither her fea went, is a mystery. Perhaps it went into the West or maybe it still roams Arda. Only the Valar know for certain."

You think about what Galadriel just told you. It wasn't much information but it gave you something to work with. Sauron must have known you from the First Age. But that would not account for other events. If you weren't on a side, why did Sauron seem to like you? Why do his servants know you?

"The nazgul call me Moriana," you whisper. It was barely audible. There was a long silence, you doubted whether the elf heard you.

"I know."

You wilt, tears come welling up in your eyes. You're so confused. You feel a hand placed on your shoulder.

"Aiweneth," she says softly, "powerful beings are widely known. Being known by great goods or evils says nothing of your allegiance."

You say nothing and Galadriel walks away, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You sit there until morning and finally arrive back to the fellowship when the morning sun has just started shining down through the tree leaves. Legolas gives you a worried look but you wave him off, not desiring to talk. You have breakfast alone and its not until Aragorn approaches you that you speak again.

"We're going to be leaving tomorrow," he tells you. You just nod in response. "Whats the matter? Are you hurt?"

You shake your head no.

"Aiweneth, speak to me. You know you can trust me."

You sigh. "Galadriel knows I'm Moraina. She said I was powerful and dangerous and insane."

"She knew that for a fact?" Aragorn looks concerned. Possibly questioning your sanity and considering leaving you behind.

"Well, no..."

"Then do not worry about it. I have not seen any signs of insanity in you nor has Legolas."

You cheer up slightly at these words. Its true, if you were insane someone would have noticed by now. And if you were evil, you would have ran off with the Nazgul when they had you cornered on Weathertop. Now you knew where your loyalties lay, but you still wanted to know about your past.

"Thanks, Aragorn," you say. You get up and join Legolas in packing. After all, a long journey still lay ahead.

Finally, tomorrow came and the fellowship was ready to leave the beautiful Golden Wood. It was a remorseful morning as everything was packed up at last. You felt that perhaps in another life you could have enjoyed a comfortable life here. But fate would not have it be that way. Not this time. Your time in the Golden Wood had given you something that you never had as far as you could remember (which, in reality, was only about a year of time); peace of mind.

The packs were loaded into boats, gifted by Celeborn to the fellowship to expedite the long journey down the Anduin. You put your stuff into a boat with Legolas, desiring the company of the wood elf rather than the ranger.

"Which did you enjoy more; Mirkwood or Lothlorien?" Legolas asks you, a sly smile on his face.

"Trick question," you reply. "It is like asking if one prefers the fresh crisp air on a spring day or dying of spiders."

"Mirkwood it is then!" he teases. "When I get back home, I'll let the spiders know how much you enjoyed their company."

You give him a playful shove, "I hope they try to eat you."

"They only eat elf maidens who have lost their memory, not princes!" he says, shoving you back.

You two start to scuffle when you're interrupted by Galadriel! The whole fellowship has gathered around and were apparently waiting for you two to join them at the riverbank. Legolas's face turns bright red from embarrassment and you have to stop yourself from bursting out laughing at him.

When you reach the others, it turns out that Galadriel has come to see you off and is also baring gifts! Everyone received a cloak and brooch, commemorative of their time in the Lothlorien, and plenty of lembas for everyone to share should food run low on the long and perilous journey. Then everyone received more personal gifts.

Sam was given rope, a tree nut, and some soil. 'Soil? What good is soil going to do?' Aragorn was given a sheath for his sword and a stone. 'At least the sheath is useful.' Legolas was given a bow and arrows. 'Alas! A truly useful gift.' Merry and Pippen were given silver belts. Boromir was given a golden belt. 'Hope that doesn't mean we're about to face starvation.' Upon his own request, Gimli was granted hair. Not one strand, not two strands, but three strands! 'Really Gimli? Hair!?' Frodo was given a phial of light. 'That'll be soooo useful when we're trying to go undetected in the dark.' You're beginning to feel guilty for thinking these thoughts when finally Galadriel is standing before you.

"My lady," you start, "I do not desire anything."

"Many perils lie before you Aiweneth, and you may find that some of them come from within. Thus I give to thee this bracelet of the Golden Wood. May it help remind you of who you are rather than who you were."

Galadriel places the bracelet on your wrist. It's base is of gold and silver and the jewels are forest green and sky blue. A reference, possibly to both your awakening in Mirkwood and your revelation in Lothlorien, and of course homage to the name you have taken. It is genuinely beautiful.

"Thank you, my lady," you say in a hushed whisper.

You enjoy a final feast with Galadriel before finally departing down the Anduin.