Dear diary,
I have let Frodo look into the Mirror; He has seen, of course, what I thought he'd see. He has seen what will come to pass if he should fail… Now he understands what pressure is on him. Of what importance he is. He has seen the destruction of the world.
And the Eye. Lidless, surrounded by flames. Now he knows better than ever that Sauron watches him… always.
And too, he knows that it is in the living land Lothlórien, on the finger of the Lady Galadriel, that remains one of the Three. I have showed him Nenya.
Nenya. And he understands what kind of a poisonous gift it is to me.
It's my suffering and my joy, my despair and my hope... Just as the One Ring is to him.
I have tried to support him, because if anyone could support him, it had to be a Ringbearer, because nobody else – not even my beloved Celeborn – can understand the true meaning of bearing a Ring of Power. But I could not truly help him, because, as I said, "to bear a ring of power, is to be alone". Though, I hope, I think, that he will succeed his Quest. There's strength in that hobbit, a strength that is rarely found, even in the elves. He can do it. He really can.
And after looking in the mirror... he has offered the Ring to me. Finally he has done so. And I – though it caused me great pain – I have refused it. I have found the strength to save myself and the world, and to refuse it.
I have fought against myself, and I - the real Galadriel – have won.
I don't know where I have found my courage. Or yes, maybe I do know.
I have found my courage in love. I knew that this would be a choice between power and love. Between power and my beloved. Celeborn.
I have said "I will diminish, and go to the West, but remain Galadriel." I sounded sad, but I don't have to be sad, because I will diminish with Celeborn, instead of not diminishing without him. He's my love. My past, present, and now, he is my future too.
And that's what counts.
Your,
Galadriel,
Lady of Light
I have let Frodo look into the Mirror; He has seen, of course, what I thought he'd see. He has seen what will come to pass if he should fail… Now he understands what pressure is on him. Of what importance he is. He has seen the destruction of the world.
And the Eye. Lidless, surrounded by flames. Now he knows better than ever that Sauron watches him… always.
And too, he knows that it is in the living land Lothlórien, on the finger of the Lady Galadriel, that remains one of the Three. I have showed him Nenya.
Nenya. And he understands what kind of a poisonous gift it is to me.
It's my suffering and my joy, my despair and my hope... Just as the One Ring is to him.
I have tried to support him, because if anyone could support him, it had to be a Ringbearer, because nobody else – not even my beloved Celeborn – can understand the true meaning of bearing a Ring of Power. But I could not truly help him, because, as I said, "to bear a ring of power, is to be alone". Though, I hope, I think, that he will succeed his Quest. There's strength in that hobbit, a strength that is rarely found, even in the elves. He can do it. He really can.
And after looking in the mirror... he has offered the Ring to me. Finally he has done so. And I – though it caused me great pain – I have refused it. I have found the strength to save myself and the world, and to refuse it.
I have fought against myself, and I - the real Galadriel – have won.
I don't know where I have found my courage. Or yes, maybe I do know.
I have found my courage in love. I knew that this would be a choice between power and love. Between power and my beloved. Celeborn.
I have said "I will diminish, and go to the West, but remain Galadriel." I sounded sad, but I don't have to be sad, because I will diminish with Celeborn, instead of not diminishing without him. He's my love. My past, present, and now, he is my future too.
And that's what counts.
Your,
Galadriel,
Lady of Light