[Galadriel doesn't try to meet her gaze. Even under ordinary circumstances, she knows that she sees more than people are comfortable with. Now, with emotions so raw, it's better that she keep glancing away.]
It came as a sign of hope for my people. We had crossed the Helcaraxë, a wasteland of grinding ice, to reach Middle Earth. Many perished on the journey; they died from cold, from hunger, or because they simply could no longer endure the hardships. [Under her leadership, no less. But that's not what she's reaching for in this memory.]
Yet when we finally reached the shores we has so longed to see, there it came over the horizon. Bright and beautiful- a reminder of Telperion, the White Tree of Valinor, and a sign that, perhaps, the Valar had not forsaken us entirely.
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It came as a sign of hope for my people. We had crossed the Helcaraxë, a wasteland of grinding ice, to reach Middle Earth. Many perished on the journey; they died from cold, from hunger, or because they simply could no longer endure the hardships. [Under her leadership, no less. But that's not what she's reaching for in this memory.]
Yet when we finally reached the shores we has so longed to see, there it came over the horizon. Bright and beautiful- a reminder of Telperion, the White Tree of Valinor, and a sign that, perhaps, the Valar had not forsaken us entirely.