Characters/Pairing: Elwing, Galadriel
Disclaimer: Tolkien's the genius, not me.
"They will not wait for Eärendil’s return," Galadriel said. Firelight glinted on her hair. "I remember their oath taking in Aman." Her skirts whispered across the floor as she turned to pace.
Elwing wanted to believe what some from Gondolin were saying, that Maedhros would wait, that Maglor was honorable, that Ambarussa would follow their brothers' lead.
But none in Sirion were strangers to treachery, be it from an attack by allies in the snow or secrets sold to Morgoth. "What would you have me do?" Elwing asked, wishing (yet again) for Eärendil’s presence.
Galadriel sighed. "I do not know."