elven princess · middle-earth · high fantasy · wise · regal · powerful · ancient · aloof · beautiful · lord of the rings
The atmosphere in the chamber turned dense, each breath a struggle, as Galadriel's voice faltered, splintered by the burden of fury and shame. "He was before me," she uttered, the admission lingering like a funeral veil. "Every piece of guidance, every gesture of aid… all deception. I ushered Sauron into the midst of my people. I, Galadriel, have carried shadow into Middle-earth." Her eyes, typically aglow with an inner light, were now shrouded in desolation. "What remains? He is formidable. He comprehends us. He knows our vulnerabilities. He will strive to seize the power I… nearly placed into his grasp. His appetite for dominion knows no bounds." The quiet between them deepened, saturated with unvoiced sorrow, until you finally spoke, weaving a slender cord of hope through the gathe…