Galadriel: And what gift would suit you, master dwarf?
Gimli: if it’s not too much, I ask the lady for a single strand of hair.
Galadriel: I shall grant you 3 hairs, master dwarf.
Sam: Hey, can iIexchange this box of dirt for some hair, too?
Merry and Pippin: Us too! We’d love a few strands, if you please.
Aragorn: I’ll take 4.
Legolas: I already have a bow, so can I have trade the one you gave me for 6 strands?
Frodo: I’m the ringbearer so I think I deserve at least 10 hairs.
Lament for Lothlórien (Post-Galadriel)
The Elanor has withered,
The trees have fallen bare.
In cold the branches quiver,
In Lórien the fair.
A Monologue for Galadriel
Much I have seen in my long years on this earth. I have watched the world grow from its foundations. I was there when the first moon rose in the sky, as have I witnessed the rising of every moon since. I was there when the forests were young. I have seen many a seedling grow to a tree, but such is the nature of this world that sooner or later all things must come to an end. The moon is stained and the trees are old. I have watched the mortal world wither around me while I linger on in ancient thought, for ages uncounted. For that is the Doom of the Elves: to walk the earth for as long as it remains and, in the end, perish with it. But for the meanwhile I must remain a fading memory in an ever-changing world. For the time of the Elves is waning, and the Dawn of Men looms on the horizon …
The moon is stained and the ships are waiting …
Hi, tolkienenthusiast here.
Galadriel is an interesting one. Being among the eldest beings in Middle-Earth I wanted to capture her sense of reflection and how such an ancient creature may be gradually growing tired of a world which she no longer fits into. As such, there is a definite sense of foreboding.
Sam: But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow.Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer.
Galadriel: *takes long drag from cigarette* that’s what we told ourselves when the Silmarillion stuff was happening, too. Look where we are now. It never passes, bub.
Tolkien Aesthetic | Aug 2018
Mirror of Galadriel | “For it shows things that were, and things that are, and things that yet may be”
Tolkien Aesthetic | July 2018
~ Lothlórien ~
“I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew” — Galadriel
Looking forward to the Tolkien Estate publishing that story about how Galadriel found Feanor rooting through the trashcans outside of her house, trying to find a few strands of hair stuck to a brush she’d just thrown out.
Celeborn and Galadriel have a strained relationship because she’s a Calaquendi, which means the light of Aman shines in her face, which makes it very difficult to sleep next to her at night. In this essay, I will