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Title: The Golden Ship
Character: Galadriel
Words: 189
Prompt: Fandom Rush
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Inwardly churned up, Galadriel stepped on the planks of the golden ship. A breathtaking sight; she had always known the day would come, and a ship like this would bring her into the West. Every elf in Middle Earth was aware of this journey without return. No pain any longer, no fear, no fight, no loss. Only everlasting peace. Thinking about the Undying Lands had always given her courage and confidence, even when the days were dark.
The bright sunlight, sparkling on the white sails, suddenly dissolved before her eyes. White turned into grey, gold into darkness. A darkness, ready to devour the land, destroy all beauty, erase all good. There was no peaceful future for Middle Earth.
Shakingly, she took a breath. Felt the wind on her face, tasted the sea's salt on her lips. Seagulls were crying. Tears were burning in her eyes. One day, she thought, she would come back here, ready for the journey. Not today, though. Some might call her a rebel again because she didn't follow the elven king's wishes. But she knew her task in Middle Earth had not yet been completed.
Character: Galadriel
Words: 189
Prompt: Fandom Rush
:::
Inwardly churned up, Galadriel stepped on the planks of the golden ship. A breathtaking sight; she had always known the day would come, and a ship like this would bring her into the West. Every elf in Middle Earth was aware of this journey without return. No pain any longer, no fear, no fight, no loss. Only everlasting peace. Thinking about the Undying Lands had always given her courage and confidence, even when the days were dark.
The bright sunlight, sparkling on the white sails, suddenly dissolved before her eyes. White turned into grey, gold into darkness. A darkness, ready to devour the land, destroy all beauty, erase all good. There was no peaceful future for Middle Earth.
Shakingly, she took a breath. Felt the wind on her face, tasted the sea's salt on her lips. Seagulls were crying. Tears were burning in her eyes. One day, she thought, she would come back here, ready for the journey. Not today, though. Some might call her a rebel again because she didn't follow the elven king's wishes. But she knew her task in Middle Earth had not yet been completed.