Forbidden Conquest (Galadriel X Halbrand)

Chapter 4

Galadriel's Pov
I woke up with a start, beads of sweat were trickling down my scalp and on my back, my undergarments clung to my body, as I found myself sat upright. I was panting, trying to catch my breath and saw my sword propped up against the wall. Just then, I saw something, in the corner of my eye. I gripped my blade tight and whipped round, eyes full of fire and fury, sword extended, to see a young girl. She shrieked as I glared at her, she hid herself behind her arms, trembling with fear. She had chestnut brown hair and a fair complexion, she wore a silky, white dress and white diamonds decorated her wrists. She looked up at me, her warm, blue eyes rested on my face as she said, "I'm sorry for disturbing you my Lady, but I was told to bring you fresh garments."
I lowered my blade, "That is quite alright, but do not awake me from my slumber again, if we are ever to meet again. What is your name?"
"Alyndra, my Lady."
"How old are you Alyndra?"
"Five-hundred and twenty-seven my Lady."
"You are young, almost as young as I was when I rode to battle for the first time."
"I'm no warrior, my Lady, I could never compare to you."
"Never doubt your ability in comparison towards another, young Alyndra, for there will always be someone who can do something better than yourself. If you continue to do so, by comparing yourself to Masters of the craft, you will never get anywhere. Now, let us get me prepared for my journey."

Alyndra laid out a clean, white shirt and crisp, brown trousers, with a new pair of undergarments on the bed, before stepping out of the room, as I dressed myself. The smooth fabrics glided across my skin as I pulled them up, they were cold, but the pinches it gave to my skin woke me up to reality and away from that confusing dream. I called for her to come back in and she re-entered the room, smiling at the disaster I looked, my hair was flying out at many ends and my face was still dirty from the night before, from riding. Then, she attached my armour, which she did surprisingly well at, with my guidance. She sat me down next to the cabinet and tilted my face towards the mirrors, my hair had calmed itself more or less, but it was still unsuitable for battle of any kind. She took the brush from the drawer and started de-tangling my locks, before braiding my hair in two parts and tying it in one large one near the bottom. "Are you pleased with my work?" She asked politely.
"Very," I said, still emotionless, "It will be very practical for any battles I may face."
She then picked up a damp cloth she had concealed behind her back and scrubbed my face of dirt, before handing me a bound, brown leather satchel of supplies. "I wish you well on your voyage." She said. "Thank you."

I made my way down the stairs and said my goodbyes, I thanked them all for their hospitality, before mounting Titan and riding off into the distance, with the snarling, suspicious Haldir watching my every move. We rode for some leagues before making our way to Fangorn forest. The trees were not as welcoming as they had been in Lorien, these were ancient and encroaching, spreading to every spot of land they could find. It would be quicker to go around and head further East, so we avoided it, never going past the treeline and listening to the trees moving and whispering to each other. I trotted onward, reaching the lands of Rohan not long after, treading cautiously and delicately to avoid drawing attention. I had not been to their lands in many decades and may not have been seen as an ally any more because of it. I had reached the borders of Pelargir (Early version of Gondor) by nightfall and rested with Titan at the foot of the mountains, he fed on the apples given from Lorien, and I laid my body back on the jagged stone of the mountain, shutting my eyes.

"I have been waiting for you my Queen..." Him.
I stood in Lorien, he was beside me, smirking at my confused expression. "So this is where you were, Lorien, I was told it was the most beautiful thing in all of Middle-Earth, but they were so wrong... it was you." My heart rate picked up as he said that. He was lying! My head was screaming at me, arguing and demanding what I did. He gripped my chin and smiled, brushing his coarse fingers on my soft skin. "We will meet again soon my love, then we will reunite and rule what is rightfully ours." He brushed his lips against mine, shaping them into place and cupping my shoulders, before grasping them and gently taking his lips off of mine. Bending down to my ear he whispered, "Soon, my love," before disappearing I front of my very eyes, along with the dazzling light of Lorien.

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There will 100% be more interaction between Galadriel and Halbrand in the following chapters and I am loving writing this, so once again thank you for reading my story, it honestly lights up my day.