First Meeting
“Greetings, my lady,†he said lightly.
He had heard about her. A war-leader of the Noldor, a magician of unfathomable powers… and, he realized, as he looked at her now, an extremely beautiful woman.
He offered her both hands in the gesture of greeting traditionally exchanged between Sindarin leaders.
She met his gaze without hesitation.
Her eyes shimmered in an almost turquoise shade like exquisite jewels. There was power in her gaze, cold and heat, intelligence and temperament. But there was more to her, he suspected. A hint of shadow? Sadness? Grief? Loneliness?
She touched his hands.
“I am Galadriel.â€