GALADRIEL'S MIRROR -
Автор: The Inn Of Fortune
Загружено: 2026-01-22
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A light moves through Lothlórien. Not walking—advancing. Through silver fields, cyan hues, fragrant air that doesn't belong to mortal time.
Then she appears. The Warden. Crystalline shimmer becoming warm majesty. Tall. White. Resplendent. Galadriel doesn't call them—she summons without sound. And Sam and Frodo come, spellbound, helpless against eyes like grey sapphires holding memories older than kingdoms.
Beneath Eärendil's steadfast light, Nenya on her finger, she pours water into a basin. Past. Present. Futures half-restored. The surface stills until it becomes a mirror crowned by starlight.
"Behold—the Mirror. Mine."
Sam looks first. And wishes he hadn't. Trees torn. Paths reversed. His father turning away from a forsaken hearth. The Shire unmade.
The Lady smiles. Reassuringly. Terrifyingly.
"Fear not—this is merely one of my kinks. The Mirror shows what may yet be. Or may not be… perhaps… you see."
Then Frodo looks. White raiment. A blackened ship. Fire upon fire. And then—the Eye. The Ring calls. Two fingers from doom before sense breaks the thrall.
He falls. He shakes. The worst deferred—but not outcast.
"I know what it is you saw… for it is also in my mind."
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LYRICS:
A light advanced through branches and drifting hues,
Through fragrant fields of silver, blue, and cyan fused.
The Warden of Lothlórien took living form,
From crystalline shimmer to majesty warm.
Tall, white, resplendent, she summoned without sound,
Her aura drew Sam and Frodo spellbound.
Her eyes, like grey sapphires finely wrought,
Bewitched their sight with memories long lost,
Echoes of two lovers faded from time.
In Caras Galadhon’s sacred green,
Beneath Eärendil’s steadfast sheen,
With Nenya upon her hand she poured
Past, present, and futures half-restored.
The basin brimmed, the waters stilled,
Until the mirror crowned her pupil, star-fulfilled.
“Behold,” she said, “the Mirror mine.”
Sam bent close and visions ran:
Paths reversed, trees torn and bent,
Frodo’s pallor yet to be unmade,
And Sam thought, “Wait… haven’t we saved him yet?”
A father turning, hearth forsaken,
The Lady smiled, reassuringly kind:
“Fear not this is merely one of my kinks.
The Mirror shows what may yet be,
Or may not be…
perhaps…
you see.”
Sam shrank back, trembling still,
And Frodo saw white raiment veiled,
A blackened ship beneath a blood-red sun,
Fire upon fire till all was one.
The waters boiled, the Ring did call,
Two fingers from doom then sense broke the thrall.
He fell and shook; the moment passed,
The worst deferred, but not outcast.
"I know what it is you saw..." she said
"For it is also in my mind..."
TAGS:
#LOTR #Galadriel #MirrorOfGaladriel #Frodo #Sam #Lothlórien #Nenya #Eärendil #CarasGaladhon #GreySapphire #TheEye #Visions #MiddleEarth #Tolkien #Suno
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