Even the Wisest Cannot Tell by Anérea

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Even the Wisest Cannot Tell


Galadriel stood silent at Alqualondë's shore with her mother, watching the billows reflecting the Calacirya's soft mingled treelight. 

"What troubles you, my darling?" asked Eärwen, eventually.

Galadriel hesitated before replying. "I had the oddest premonition." She paused again, before contining. "It seemed Laurelin and Telperion flew in tandem through the sky, having swallowed every one of Varda's stars until they were all bundled in a great ball of such intense brilliance that it hurt to look at; so bright the whole sky became a pale blue." 

"An odd vision indeed" agreed Eärwen, "but a delusion, I'm sure, not a premonition."


Chapter End Notes

Title is from the Lord of the Rings "What you will see, if you leave the Mirror free to work, I cannot tell. For it shows things that were, and things that are, and things that yet may be. But which it is that he sees, even the wisest cannot always tell."


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