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Her sword clug through the silence of the night. The war will never end. And if it ends, she will survive it. She will return as a hero. As the princess, as the queen who rescued her volk from drowning. Drowning in a sea of fear and darkness. She would die for her volk, she would go through the burning hell thousands  times for her volk and she would lose her soul for her volk.
She was fighting against Celeborn. They where fighting for uncountable hours, she     neither the elf in front of her would give up. Both wanted to win this battle so bad, wanted to go out of it as the champion. She know that they used to be friends. They were friends a long time ago, before everything changed. She couldn't remember what happened that day but the feelings overcame her in her dreams and it felt like it was happening in this moment. She wouldn't forgive him even if she could. She hates him. She never thought she would ever feel something. Feel something so bad for a once loved person.
She made another attack. She cut him. 'Finally' she thought. She wanted to kill him. Yes she wanted it. He fell backwards but he could rescue himself from falling. He tried to protect himself from her next
 step but he couldn't. She took the seconds of his weakness to hit his sword out of his hand. He has no weapon left. But she, oh she has weather it was just her sword. She would turn her blade in a way that it would point at his neck. She would look him in his eyes when she would let her sword into his chest. When she would murder the one elf she truly loved.
"Any last words, prince" she laughed. It was a laugher of madness. He could see it in her eyes. He would have never imagined that there would be a day like that. A day where she forgot everything she'd gone through with him and turned mad. Mad form her past. He just  looked into her eyes hoping to find a single glow of her. Of Galadriel, not of the monster she'd become. But there was nothing left. Nothing of the person he loved.
" I've waited long enough" she said with a smile on her face. 'It doesn't fit her' he thought. He still loved her and he knew it. I also know that she would be the death of him and he was right, oh how right he was. He took a deep breath and waited for the pain to come. She didn't took a long time before she stuck her sword into his heart. The last thing he heard was her laugher of madness. A tear made its way down on the side of his face while he was listening to the last sound he will have in his ear forever.