Aragorn had been defeated. None would stand before her; she would unite all the people’s of Middle Earth and rally them. After forcing Aragorn to pleasure her she knew she had more work to do. She summoned her spouse Celeborn to her side. Celeborn thought himself highly blessed to have Galadriel as his life companion. As he approached her however he could see that she had been changed.
She sat nude on a throne clad only with two rings and her silver head piece. The two rings chilled him, for she had taken the one ring. Aragorn was at the base of her throne, his face her footstool. He knew it was the power of the ring acting, but he yearned to humble himself before her as well. Lo! Galadriel was the fairest creature in all the world, she radiated even brighter then before so augmented by the ring.
Still he stumbled, he knew the one ring had already corrupted her, how else could Aragorn’s groveling be explained? He himself tried to keep from bending knee even now knowing full well that Galadriel was not herself. Ah but then she smiled at him. And all thoughts fled from his head, her voice was filled with authority that he had no power to resist. “Celeborn, worthy consort of old, kneel and join Aragorn at my feet.”
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