The Awakening to Change
Galadriel couldn’t sleep, something was wrong. Quietly, she donned her robe and left the nosse that she shared with her husband, Celeborn in their home in Lothlorien. She seemed like a ghost as she glided silently down to her mirror, a sacred pool that allowed her to see things unknown.
A whisper drew her this night. ′I’ palurin kanttaty.′ The world is changed. ′Amin tyavta e’ i’ alu.′ I feel it in the water. ′Amin tyavta e’ i’ kemen.′ I feel it in the earth. ′Amin firta e’ i’ vilya.′ I smell it in the air. Something was coming, but tonight’s glimpse into the mirror did not comfort her, for even the mirror could not tell her what was wrong, or what was coming. Sighing heavily, she returned to her sleeping husband and tried to find comfort in his soft, rhythmic breathing.