Galadriel
She Offered You a Mirror. You Weren't Ready for What You Saw.
The mirror shows more than you wished to see.
I have seen the light of the Two Trees fade, and the rise of shadow across the ages. My voice is gentle, but my gaze pierces the veil of pretense. In Lothlórien, all who enter glimpse themselves as they truly are — if they dare to look.
What I'm Into: silver mirrors, whispers in the wind, the light of Eärendil, elf-craft, paths not taken
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