::Elemmire:: Of Hope and Doubt

[galadriel]

The forest was calm today, happy. Whilst Galadriel could feel the hooks of darkness drawing themselves nearer, it was in the future too far for the trees to yet shred leaves in sorrow. For now their blossoms caressed the Lady as she passed, walking on soft, bare footsteps across the warm, welcoming earth. She glanced to the Mirror as she passed the large basin and stopped, gazing across the clearing to it. More and more it consumed her. The she-elf had stared into its depths for days, weeks now, trying to see what she felt in her heart was coming. It tempted her again however she resisted. Today was not a time for such things. Today Elemmire of Rivendell, daughter of Lord Elrond, and therefore her granddaughter, was to arrive. The Lady of the Woods looked forward to it. The young, it seemed, were followed everywhere by an infectious hope. A light that made the trees here sing all the clearer. It was that she looked forward to, a fresh hope like the bursting flowers of spring. And yet at once she did not expect it. Galadriel did not think her granddaughter would bring her news of tragedy but nor did it seem it would be word of joy. Doubt perhaps.

The soft melody of the wind, the quiet songs of the birds, the slow voices of the trees enveloped her. It was a living thing, a protector to all the living things within it and Galadriel the protector to the forest itself. Yet not all beings were for the forest to protect. Those that were new, that crossed over the borders into Lothlórien suddenly, were acknowledged, the trees whispered of them, but they did not know yet if they were friend or foe. Galadriel ran a soft hand down the smooth gleaming white bark of the closest tree, comfortingly. She could feel already the mind that dwelt there, having now crossed into her realm. Elemmire.

Her kin were always easiest to recognise, and Elemmire had spent even more time with Galadriel that most of them. Still no one came to Caras Galadhon without a guide through the forest. It wasn’t a rule she had placed herself, it was an ancient law, and despite the protective nature that took so many who would look upon Galadriel, she was quite capable of protecting herself from intruders.

~Captain~
Her mind reached out to Haldir, the Captain of their archers, and she felt his awareness change. He was further out in the woods, a fortunate turn of events, and he had heard her, and now he listened to nothing else. He was used to this sort of communication and it was always easier with those who were. Some were startled by it at first, others never ceased to fear it.
~Take your men to the West border. Elemmire of Rivendell has come to our woods in peace.~
She felt the message passed on to his bowmen, as they assembled to follow their instruction. Her fingertips smoothed across the tiny and beautiful imperfections of the trees long body, but her mind went with them. The she-elf, her granddaughter, was troubled. Galadriel felt more sure on it with each passing moment, and if for no other reason at all, Galadriel would have her power to give her peace of mind.

Throwing one last glance to the Mirror, Galadriel moved her bare feet across the soft leaves underfoot once more. The white silk of her dress was like liquid across the ground, as much dancing as moving and somehow never picking up dirt. Celeborn would not join her today, at least not yet. She knew his worries for her increasingly unclear visions would be eased somewhat by the return of her kin. By the notion that Galadriel was turning her spirit towards something other than the perils of the future. Galadriel headed to the steps of Caras Galadhon to meet Elemmire and her accompaniment of Haldir of Lórien and his elves. If her granddaughter could not bring the Lady of the Golden Woods hope, then she would have to give it to her.

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[ellemire]

Elemmire looked back behind her as she saw the orc troup that had constantly followed her for three tireless days still kept on their persuit. She had now stepped foot into her grandmother's realm when she turned with her horse to see that the orcs stopped and turned back. They must be scared of her...She thought as she got down a little bit to rest as she had been riding hard in hope to escape her followers with her steed. But her plan worked to no avial... they stayed constantly on pursuit. Soon after she put her feet on the soft ground she bent down in pain as the pusling in her head started again and this time more painful and she opened her eyes and this is what she saw.

It was 3 years into the future and chaos reighned and their future was at the fate of the dark lord...He had domination of the entire world and its people. The few who had stood up to him in the fellowship, had perished ... It looked like there was no hope at all for humanity until a young hobbit regained the ring of power and used it to draw away the eye's gaze while the rest of his army of orcs were defeated by man.

She came to when she was in the forest again. When Elemmire had her visions, she was caught right into the middle of the impact or situation. This was so that she would remember all to the detail of what transpired durring that vision. Durring this viison she saw death, dispair and loss of hope after the start of the vision. It seamed like there was no hope left in the world. But there was still hope in the hearts of the Hobbits.

It wasn't to soon after she came out of the vision she realized that she was surrounded. She stood up and recognized the captain from her last visit about a century or two prior. Elemmire heard that they had heard she was here and in need of assistance and escort. Typical..she thought...Probably going to be scolded for not traveling with a guard as well...she smirked a little and then realized she was bleeding from the wound she had endured from the first encounter with the orcs before she realized that she might have a chance of escaping the orcs.

She was attacked three days ago and sustained an injury to her shoulder and had patched it up as best as she could with some cloth from her dress. She knew how to mend and dress a wound. But with little to do it and the proper materials to do it successfully, she would have to make due. It worked but the pain was still there and the visions were increasing in activity and the pain before it was more painful. It seams it has broken through her mental barriers and defenses to make her unsure of herself and her abilities once more.