Galadriel, Lady of Lothlórien (
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Who: Galadriel and you
What: Nightmares
When: Now
Where: Galadriel's mind
Rating: PG-13. Battle scenes, mostly
Galadriel’s nightmare begins in a cacophony of sights and sounds, intermingling and fading into one another. The sounds of battle assault your ears: steel hitting steel, the snap of bowstrings, the screaming of dying of men. The smell of blood is in the air and you can feel the overwhelming heat of a blazing fire against your face.
As you stand observing, things begin to settle and you find yourself in the midst of a battle along a seaside, a sword in your hand. The landscape might have been beautiful- stunningly so, were it not for the bodies already littering the beach and the clashing of swords still surrounding you. If you have keen eyes, you might spot some familiar golden hair amid the chaos.
Do you seek her out? Do you flee towards the boats landed on the beach? Whatever choice you make, you should make it quickly; the Fëanorians won’t leave you alone forever.
What: Nightmares
When: Now
Where: Galadriel's mind
Rating: PG-13. Battle scenes, mostly
Galadriel’s nightmare begins in a cacophony of sights and sounds, intermingling and fading into one another. The sounds of battle assault your ears: steel hitting steel, the snap of bowstrings, the screaming of dying of men. The smell of blood is in the air and you can feel the overwhelming heat of a blazing fire against your face.
As you stand observing, things begin to settle and you find yourself in the midst of a battle along a seaside, a sword in your hand. The landscape might have been beautiful- stunningly so, were it not for the bodies already littering the beach and the clashing of swords still surrounding you. If you have keen eyes, you might spot some familiar golden hair amid the chaos.
Do you seek her out? Do you flee towards the boats landed on the beach? Whatever choice you make, you should make it quickly; the Fëanorians won’t leave you alone forever.
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She's a fearsome figure, tall and imposing, and putting her customary grace to a much more deadly use as she cuts her way through the battlefield.
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And it only takes a moments pause for him to recall what name he thought she went by during this time. Though would it be the same here? "Artanis!" And that would be him rushing to her side, cringing at bringing death after years of preventing it but knowing he had little choice.
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"There is little time; speak swiftly!"
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"We shouldn't be here!"
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"Flee, if you will. I will not leave my mother's people undefended!"
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"This is in the past, you leave no one behind you if you leave now." His voice is firm, and he draws himself up taller, straighter to look her in the eye.
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"Lord Elrond."
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"Lady Galadriel. Where do we head for?" Because standing here won't help them at all, will it?
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It was the obvious answer, or it would have been, had the dream not begun to fade and shift around them. The battlefield disappears and what emerges in its place is nothing short of a wall of flame surrounding them.