Source: Post-Ring War
Disclaimer: Tolkien constructed the dream, Kortirion weaves stray threads at the edges.
The Sea… the Sea! She’d heard it in the Mallorns, felt its sway in the highest talans… but its scent had always escaped her – there was nothing to compare it to, it simply… was.
She tilted her chin, closed her eyes, facing the breeze that whipped the sails…
Melian… Galadriel smiled. Celebrian… was she whole again? And my brothers, my kin, are they released by Mandos?
Icy spray drenched her… she stared at the horizon, revelling in the distance…
Alqualondë...? Overlooking the shores of Avallónë? …But not Valinor …no courts under trees. Now - I shall dwell where I will.