The water glistens as I pour it into the mirror. Ripples disturb the calm surface.
Then, from the very depths of the liquid, an image forms…
The daughter of the Lord of Imladris, granddaughter of the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood, alone in her final days. But nothing can help her now, for she is
What use is my foresight? What use are my predictions? I cannot save her from this.
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