An Unexpected Visit

All the middle earth was terrified by the news that Sauron had finally taken the Master Ring. Soon he will try to dominate all the razes.

     It was a quite calm evening at Lórien even though the elves also feared any attack from Sauron. After all, in Lórien was a Ring of Power.

     "All is so quiet…" muttered Galadriel, looking down, while she was standing in a tree. "It is more frightening…"

     "You shall not worry for anything, my dear" said Celeborn, approaching to his wife and putting an arm around her.

     "I know I should not be like this" she reproached "But I have fear, I do not know of what, but I feel as something is bound to happen… for I have not heard anything of his mind…" she looked at the ring "He is up to something"

     Celeborn looked at her, scowling. "Anything?" he asked "Have you just totally lost the contact with his thoughts?"

     "Yes, I have. And that is what I fear. If he is not wearing the ring it is because he does not want the other guardians to know what he is planning"

     All of a sudden an elf came, hardly breathing. He stopped in front of the couple.                                 

     "Milady!" he shouted "They… they are coming! I have… I have seen them!

Galadriel approached to the messenger, a bad feeling flowing in her mind. "No!" she jabbed, her had was clutched on her chest.

     "Orcs!" said Celeborn, taking his wife's hand, and urging to the stairs. He turned and pointed to the elf –. "I need as many warriors as you can find, now!"

     "What are you doing?" Galadriel asked, trying to calm down. "We cannot leave our people just like cowards and escape!"

     Celeborn looked at her hand. "They are coming for the ring" he answered. "They do not want anything but the ring. They will not kill anyone if it is not for their purpose!

     He dragged her down the stairs. In a few minutes, a few elves with their weapons arrived with them. Celeborn took out his sword. They surrounded Galadriel and quickly they run away from the place. The orcs arrived at Lórien and they began to look for the Lady.

     An uruk-hai looked to the woods, pointed, his evil eyes shining. "There!" he grunted "They are escaping!"

     As an earthquake they run toward them. The orcs were waving their swords. There were loads of them.

     In a few minutes the elves were surrounded by the enemies. The elves were in a circle; Galadriel was in the circle.

     But the orcs were not attacking them. Suddenly, a few orcs move aside, forming a path. A man walked in, dressed in white robes, which glowed at the sun, looking like twisted colors. Saruman.

     "Where is the Elf Lady? "he growled. "If you give her to us we will not harm you!"

     Celeborn waved his sword. "You shall never put a hand on her!" he shouted. The faces of the orcs glowed with anger. "First, you will have to kill us!"

     "As you wish" said Saruman, in a murmur. "Kill them!"

     "No!" a voice shouted, from inside the circle. The Lady made her way between the astonished faces oh her protectors. "No innocent blood shall be spilled!" she said, calmly, in a firm voice. "If you want the ring…"she began to take the ring out of her hand "…you will have it!" she offered it to Saruman.

     Saruman looked at her eyes. Then to the ring. "Milady is as wise as beautiful" he said "But you shall keep you ring" he took her hand and closed it on the ring. "We are not here for it"

     Galadriel place the ring on her finger. "What do you what then?" she asked "What are you doing here if it is not for taking the ring?"

     "Milord, Sauron" explained Saruman "He wish to have a word with you"

     "Have a word with me?" repeated Galadriel, without understanding. "What would he want to?"

     "You will know it when we arrive there…"

     Galadriel looked at him, her blue eyes gleaming. "You are not going to take me to Mordor. Are you?"

     "Of course we will" answered Saruman. "You shall come with us. Sauron is waiting"

     "No way!" shouted Celeborn, who had been looking the scene. "I would rather die before that… that monster dares to put one of his disgusting fingers in a single hair of her!"

     It happened in just a second: Celeborn screamed and suddenly he fell onto the ground. An arrow was standing out of his chest.

     "No!" cried Galadriel, bending to the floor and taking him. "You have killed him! And I shall kill you with my bare hands!" she rushed against Saruman, but one elf held her. "You will regret this!" she put her hands on her face and let herself fall slowly to the floor.

     Saruman bent to Celeborn and put a finger on his neck. "He is not dead" he declared.

     "He is not?" sobbed Galadriel. "But, he…"

     "The arrow only hit a muscle" interrupted Saruman. "He will be fine… in a couple days, of course"

Galadriel approached to Celeborn. "I will not let him here. He is my husband"

     "But Milady…" stammered Saruman "…Sauron will not…"

     "He will" said Galadriel, pulling out a dagger from her husband's hand and she pressed it against her own throat. "Or you will carry a dead elf to Mordor!"

     "My Queen!" begged Saruman, rushing to her feet. "Please, do not! Your husband shall go with us, but please take away that dagger!"

     "Do you promise?"

     "Yes, Yes Milady. I do!" swore Saruman. "I give you my word!"

     Galadriel took away the dagger, and throw it to the ground. Saruman straightened and looked at the blue eyes of the Lady.

     "Sauron has ordained that we take you to him as the greatest Queen you are" he extended his hand. Galadriel took it, an Saruman take her out of the place where the orcs were standing. In front of them there was a beautiful white carriage, which glowed at the sunlight.

     "Where is Celeborn?" Galadriel asked quickly.

     "Bring the elf!" ordered Saruman to the orcs. "Carefully"  In a few seconds the orcs were carrying Celeborn, and they placed him onto the white carriage.

     Galadriel climbed up to the carriage, helped by Saruman. He closed the door and they soon were leaving the beautiful Lórien.