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Walküre:
While on her way to the gardens of the outside, Galadriel meets the Queen of Doriath in the halls of Menegroth. Her radiance, even in the shadows of the night, is utterly an otherworldly spectacle, worthy of the tales of Valinor.

MELYANNA: ''Princess, thou wanderest lone and silent among the paths of this palace. Art thou sure to proceed this way? I am too heading outside tonight, and I would fain have the company of the Princess of Kôr. After the rising of the new Fires, the night is now embellished by the soft touch of the Moon. It is a great deed, the one that the Power opted to do. The consolation of light shall not abandon these places anymore, for we have dwelt in the darkness of antiquity for too much time. The mortal souls of these ways deserve to be blessed by the warmth of the day, even if it is for determined hours. The Eternal Day of Valinórë may be a lost memory in these days, yet I remember it with vivid images and colours, at the beginning of the lore of this continent. Aye, when the westernmost continent had just been retrieved from the depths of the vast ocean that everything used to encircle. Memories that could never get dim nor pale in my mind, proud maiden of Aman. But I also fancy the solitude of night in Middle-earth. All is quiet along the forests of our domain; nature resteth and nocturnal animals pave their way to the green of the outer places. Such a marvellous ensemble, made even more relevant by its splendid uniqueness in Beleriand. An oasis, in the midst of worrying days for us all.

Please, follow me, Princess. I shall take thee to highest tower of this grand palace, from whence one may see pretty much of what lieth around here. Never hath the beholding of stars been so much gracious up there. I'm sure of this, that heavens shall give good advices and the wisdom one always needeth to change the course of their story.''

Walküre:
Melyanna and Nerwen reach the highest spot of the palace. A balcony from which the vastness of the woodland realm of Doriath may be seen clearly and with the most effective of the effects. A true spectacle for the eye and the soul.

NERWEN: ''Such a marvellous sight Her Majesty hath granted me to behold! A lovely realm among leaves and trees; serenity seemeth to reign over these ways and so I stoutly believe, for thy power embalmeth the place and all that is evil and fell is kept well far from thy borders of sacred defence. I now think about the great woods of the Hunter-Vala in Valinórë, where feral beasts dwell and often my cousins thither used to journey for merry sport. But here, Queen of the illustrious kingdom which for centuries hath successfully endured, naught appeareth wild nor of ill-made fashion.

Akin to the Gardens of the Lord of the Dreams, solace is within these guarded ways and it is a very vital of a comfort even for the weary heart. And our heart is indeed weary and plagued by fatigue, although it also showeth fiery determination and an imperative task to fulfil. Our own task, my bright Queen. I would also be denying the plain state of things, if I were to assess that I do not for a moment long to boast an incredible might of the sort of thine. Magic; magic which serveth and never harmeth the innocent one, who his own life in thy hands hath entrusted. I yearn the power to protect lands and safeguard what I deem precious and just. I desire the holy prowess that healeth the injured ones and the one whose mind hath fallen prey of whatever devilry the Evil may dispose of. I would fain like to learn and study the arts and manners of magic, of which I am already acquainted since my beginning in the Blessed Realm beyond the sundering waves of the great sea.''

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NERWEN: ''The Hither-Lands, my Queen. I love thy lands and the breath of sheer freedom that here I may enjoy. And even if naught is able to go beyond the splendour of the Noon of Valinórë, I feel the adventure that dwelleth hither. It is a very antique of a power. The old, much old, force of destiny, blessed by fortune or marred by the snares of the Enemy. Yet I sense clearly that all wounds which were inflicted somehow served a cause. This hath moulded and shaped the path which now we tread. I'm confident that the almighty One doth anything with a just scope. It is hard to behold, clouded by terror and malice; yet there is a just proposition behind.''

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MELYANNA: ''Hither-Lands? Is it how the people of Aman named Beleriand, Princess? The lands which you deem, I suppose, near and close to the blessed shores.

It was indeed as you thought. Because the narrow passage that your kind passed was the only way to Aman, yet deadly and forbidden to be journeyed through. But now something has changed in the mind of the Rulers. I may sense it even from afar. In the Ring of Doom they have decided to punish your exile and to seal their continent for indefinite time. None may journey back from the Ice, which was made even harsher and deadlier. Just like none is to take the way of the sea to reach the shores ahead. A thick mist veils those marine routes. And I perceive that a strong spell of sleep has been cast as well. If this is the magic of Varda Snow-white, there is naught we can do to remedy this, being a decree of the Powers an irreversible option, which we cannot oppose. Whether we dispose of numerous means and useful knowledge of things, we cannot rectify this punishment.

And it is a punishment indeed. Because you and your kind, Nerwen, are to expiate crimes and faults. This I feel, and such resolution of Valinórë is thus justified. And I do not believe for a moment that cruelty was ever a quality of the Kings and Queens of my People. Justness and justice, it is true, but never malice nor ruthless desire to provoke mindless pain. Your narration lacks something, Princess, that you are not comfortable to reveal. I understand this, and I have no foremost intention to sway your wind or to force you into a hard confession to make. I shall wait for you. I shall patiently wait for your soul to be ready for the disclosure. Truth and only truth may allow us to prevail, for deception or impartial words are tactics of the Enemy. The bitter savour of the dwelling across these free territories.''

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NERWEN: ''The Enemy, my Queen? Hath Thy Majesty beheld the world before the world? When all was silent and time did not flow nor hamper the life of the spirits who resided in those primordial halls. I heard stories being told by the spirits of Aman. Not much, but even few hints are precious to be known, I'm sure. The Ainur of those sunny shires narrated that Eä was not in the beginning, along with matter and many of the forces that govern nature and the order above all. They spoke of infinite spaces and of a radiance which naught could render darker nor dimmer in some ways; a light that had dwelt in that paradise for eternity. It still dwelleth there and forever it shall, after all is to be shattered and made anew, unto the very truth shall come forth and free Arda from its constant malaise. Not by the authority of the mighty Archangels, I suppose, for of Arda they are made as well, like the immortal Elda or the loyal Maia that the dispositions of his Kings and Queens obey. What is to happen then, in such an ultimate time? The secret of this question shall not be solved, because the only ones who keep the sole answer are the monarchs of this universe. They won't say nor reveal, waiting for the proper moment to arrive, and if this meaneth millennia or more, it is not proper for the Children to judge.''

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