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Section LXXXI-Galadriel’s Counsel

“I know what it is you saw...”

How?

“...for it is also in my mind.”

What else do you see?

It is what will come to pass, if you should fail.

I could fail? But I must not...

The fellowship is breaking. It is already begun.

Gandalf...

He will try to take the Ring.

No!

You know of whom I speak.

Yes...

One by one, it will destroy them all.

All of them? You speak to me in my mind, as clear as though uttered... I find myself answering in kind...

If you ask it of me, I will give you the One Ring.

Assuredly, you are more powerful than this hobbit...

“You offer it to me freely. I do not deny that my heart has greatly desired this. In place of a dark lord, you would have a Queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn, treacherous as the sea, stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair.”

Beautiful and terrible, indeed, and glorious and formidable... I would recoil but cannot even glance away... your eminent power echoes? -- the wheel of fire -- my memory of it fresh from mere moments before... the same and yet different... both inspire fear... or is it, in truth, the Ring?

“I passed the test. I will diminish and go into the West and remain Galadriel.”

Your vibrant power appears to ebb, and yet, to me, your beauty is undiminished... I note your -- relief? And my anguish grows...

“I cannot do this alone.”

I search your eyes; my hope flagging...

“You are a Ring-bearer, Frodo. To bear a Ring of Power is to be alone.”

Hope withers...

“This is Nenya, the Ring of Adamant, and I am its keeper.”

Does this make me the keeper of the One Ring? Or does It keep me?

“This task was appointed to you, and if you do not find a way, no one will.”

Me? Who am I? Only a hobbit! I must look away as the truth of your words pierces my heart.

“Then I know what I must do, it’s just... I’m afraid to do it.”

My heart quails.

“Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.”

Hope flickers...