Galadriel: There and Back Again by Himring

Every line screamed ‘Galadriel’. I like how different the first two are from the last one. She was restless and very proud and it’s clear how she matured as she found her place in Middle Earth (though the pride is still there).

"... it is almost possible to believe that you were not really party to the Flight of the Noldor, that you were just going on a trip of exploration and accidentally got mixed up with us at Alqualonde." 

All with her cousin, Teleporno, of course. :D

But that aside, I love this. Galadriel is always strong, of course, but it is good to see her vulnerable too, and maturing too.

Good job here, Himring.  

I love your characterisation of Galadriel in these little pieces. Her musings on the beaches of Losgar are a little heart-breaking - I love that she considers sending a message "home", so to say, and then realises how futile that would be. Her conversation with Finrod actually made me laugh out loud. Finrod's observation is so spot-on! "Does not apply" - keep telling yourself that, Professor. XD And finally, I loved the idea that Galadriel wasn't so much subject to "fading" after Nenya lost her power, but simply suffered from the same effect as Frodo. Finally-finally, your reconstruction of how the phial was made was also fascinating - and beautifully written, like all of these. This was excellent!

Wow. I simply loved this. Galadriel is a character we don't see much in Silmfic (for whatever reason!), and you've managed to capture so much of her character, so keenly and poignantly and in so few words, across the span of her history. You show both her pride and her vulnerability--Galadriel the little sister/cousin whom others feel they must still protect--and also her strength and the kind of no-nonsense wisdom that likely led her to survive when others did not. (I loved how she washed her hands of worry about her father under the observation--the very true observation!--that she could do nothing for him. That felt very true to her character.)

The line about feeling Endore being ripped out of her by the roots really struck me for whatever reason. Something, maybe, about an attachment that she felt toward the land and its people, shown in her help toward the Fellowship (evidenced in the final, stunning double-drabble) when others would abandon them.

<i>He makes her impatient sometimes, does Findekano. She knows it is partly jealousy. He has so clearly arrived where he was going, in Hithlum, in Beleriand. She has not. She has quite a long way still to go.</i>

Terrific conclusion!

Well done!

Little does Galadriel know how far she'll come. Far enough to give three strands of a hair to a Dwarf

I like your depiction of a younger Galadriel who does not quite understand the implications of her new reality. You can see here that Finrod is the eldest. Well done!

She went from a youth to a grieving grandmother. 

"in winning the war, she lost it."

What did she lose, exactly? Her daughter? The life she was determined to build outside of Aman?

Beautiful writing, as always.

"On a meta level, the star-glass pretty much contains a condensed version of the Silmarillion."

XD The Silm for short attention spans!