The Glade of Galadriel

- jan-u-wine

4.


How should he go on,
 
this....
small being from under-hill?
 
How should
I go on,
 
with the final
night,
 
like the blooded
feet of winter-wolves,
 
waiting at my door?
 
And......
this odd creature,
 
with the light
growing within him
 
(ever joined and
 
enjoined
by the dark twin
 
of desire),
 
is he to be our
ending hope?
 
He can not
know
 
that this
is but a tattered corner
 
of the tapestry
of this Age-long tale.
 
He can not know
that his simple
 
despair
is but a single lace'd wave
upon a storm-riven Sea.
 
He can not know
 
what
my own despair
 
might yet
force upon me.
 
 
It is not only
his companions
 
whose needful
gaze
 
seeks out
the golden song
 
of this fell
thing.
 
 
 
 
In all the hours
of the day
 
(and all the days of the Ages,
before,
 
even,
there were Ages),
 
I have fought against this Darkness,
 
watched
as the black tide
 
of it
retreated
 
and
returned,
 
bound myself,
even
 
to the starless
night
 
of his thoughts
that I might
 
confuse
the workings
 
of dread intent. 
 
 
 
I am of the Eldar.
 
The People of the Stars,
we are,
 
strong in will
and wisdom,
 
holding
The Great Music
 
close to heart.
 
 
Evil
has no place
with us.
 
 
It has no place with
me.
 
 
In all the tireless
watches
 
of endless days,
 
 
It has had no place
with me.
 
 
 
 
Now,
 
at last,
 
a question,
an offer,
 
a gift
to leaven
 
the gathering dark.
 
Ah,
 
beautiful beyond all thought
would I be then,
 
restorer
of all that has faded,
 
renewer
of kingdoms forgotten,
 
rebuilder,
even,
 
of that which sleeps
beneath the wave.
 
Men would shield
their eyes
 
before the golden
radiance
 
of my deeds.
 
The Netted Jewels
would dim before my Light.
 
 
 
 
Sundered indeed,
then,
 
should I be,
 
and all the world,
withal,
 
broken about me,
 
consigned
by me
 
to silence
eternal.
 
 
Never
should my ear
 
hear the Sea-song,
 
never
should my fugitive eyes
 
behold the rain-grey'd curtain,
 
never
should my feet
 
run with joy
to greet my kin.
 
 
 
I know now,
 
who I am,
 
who,
always,
 
I was meant to be:
 
Galadriel,
Elf-maid,
 
servant
to the Undying West.
 
 
After all is done,
perhaps yet
 
it may be granted
me to find it.
 
When all
is
 
done,
Ring-bearer,
 
we
shall find it.
 
 
I shall not then be diminished.
 
Nor you,
ever again
 
alone.
 
_____________________________
 
Author's Notes: 

The story of Galadriel is a complex one, spanning literally thousands of years.  I have tried to touch upon events in her life that formed the crux of her terrible choice in the Glade, but interested readers may delve further into her story at The Thain's Book:
 
http://www.tuckborough.net/galadriel.html
 
I think you will see that her choice diminished her not at all, but rendered her simply and purely a complete being of beauty, NOT 'terrible' beauty.
 
 
In order to work around events that the movies placed out of context with the books (and also to include a work of wondrous value and beauty), I have done some event flipping myself.  In the book, Galadriel, upon the departure of the Fellowship from Lorien, and knowing that it was unlikely that Frodo would escape permanent damage from bearing the Ring, expresses, in song, her wish that he might find peace in Valimar (a city of the Valar in Valinor).  I have 'flipped' that time line to the Mirror scene, her perceiving that, should he win through, not only would she have the choice to go over Sea, but Frodo, as well. 
 
Here is a wonderful reading of "Galadriel's Lament" by Tolkien.  You may not understand the words, but he reads them with so much power and feeling that your heart will hear them easily.
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6de_SbVUVfA&NR=1
 
By way of contrast, a sung version, full of yearning:
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmtBleOQSz0
 
It is rumoured that Galadriel was instrumental in the healing of Frodo, over Sea. 
 
http://tolkiengateway.net/wiki/Galadriel
 
No doubt the reason behind the knowing smile she gave him at the Grey Havens.