THE TIDES OF FATE ARE FLOWING

"No matter how many times you'll twist my words I will not be caged by you, for there are no chains powerful enough, even if you craft them you yourself with your mighty blacksmith's skills, that will ever force me to bind myself to you." The sky above them was about to burst, but this time she sensed it, it was her will, her rage to move the waves "Get out of my head." She ordered, the pitch of her voice profound, and even if he backed a step he defied her request, still his grip on her mind was strong, so strong, stronger than she ever deemed possible.

This is just how I imagined the dialogue between Sauron and Galadriel to continue if they didn't start screaming at the end.
Why? Because I can not stop (thinking about them).