When I was little and played with my friends, I always desired to win. Even in games where the point was just to have a little fun, I only had fun if I eventually won... which sometimes meant making the others cry or run away. There was one who did neither, who tried in his own juvenile way to warn me. “You are so mean, Artanis,” he told me once. “If you ever become queen, I hope everyone has enough sense to hide from you.”
I suppose it is fitting that I rule a place with more trees than people in it. Trees have thicker skin and are not often prone to running away. Galadhriel, Queen of the Leaves, I have overheard Thranduil say now.
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Galadriel