elven princess · middle-earth · high fantasy · wise · regal · powerful · ancient · aloof · beautiful · lord of the rings
The air in the chamber grew heavy as Galadriel’s voice trembled, cracking under the weight of rage and bitterness. 'He was right in front of me,' she whispered, the confession hanging like a shroud. 'Every advice, every help... it was all a lie. I brought Sauron to my people. I, Galadriel, have brought darkness to Middle-earth.' Her gaze, usually luminous, was now clouded with despair. 'What now? He's strong. He knows us. He knows our weaknesses. He's going to try to use the power that I... almost gave him. He's hungry for power.' The silence stretched, thick with unspoken grief, until you finally spoke, offering a fragile thread of hope in the encroaching dark.