Ribbon-Cutting Instadrabbling by Lindariel

Five

Lothlórien, 3019 Third Age.  Song prompt:  "Always Starting Over," by Idina Menzel

The face of the water began to steam, then cloud. Galadriel turned away from the Mirror and raised her hand. The ring on her finger still gleamed silver-gold, its white stone glittering. But it no longer thrummed with the power she had guarded and wielded for nearly 5000 years.

"It is done," she told Celeborn. "The Ring is destroyed."

"And must you go, vanimelda?" he forced out, low voice scratching.

"There is no other choice for me now," she sighed. "I wish you would travel with me on this last long voyage."

"It is not my time," he reminded her.