Title: Aredhel's Inspiration
Author: The Silvan Star Singer
Email: silvan_star_singer@yahoo.com
Pairing: Galadriel/Aredhel 
Rating: R 
Disclaimer: All characters are the sole creations and property of J.R.R. 
Tolkien.
Behind us lay the blackened ruins of our beautiful city of Tirion. The light 
from our beloved Trees was extinguished forever. Ahead of us lay the 
frozen wasteland of the Helcaraxe. We had no choice but to cross it, for 
we had come too far and done things that forbade a return to Tirion. I 
almost welcomed the dangerous journey ahead, for it would be an act of 
penance for the terrible deeds I had taken part in. I looked furtively 
around, and saw identical expressions of fear and guilt stamped on the 
faces around me. The silence was complete, as each of us withdrew to 
heal the wounds, unable to verbalize the guilt and revulsion we were all 
feeling for each other and ourselves. The horror of the Kinslaying would 
stay branded in our consciousness forever. And we all knew this. We had 
done the unthinkable, and the blood spilled here today would stain our 
every deed for ages to come. 
I cast my thoughts back to when Feanor had convinced us to come on 
this mad quest. He had brought us to this disaster, with his proud, 
strong words. Because of him, we had attacked our gentle kindred, 
slaying them in exchange for their ships. Now Feanor and his sons had 
betrayed us in turn, and had left us here with no way to cross the 
Grinding Ice save by walking. But walk we would, though none of us 
knew how long and perilous the journey would prove to be. We would 
follow Finrod and Galadriel to the very ends of the earth, through 
darkness and shadow and despair. Many of those left behind followed 
them out of a desire to find the faithless Feanor and be avenged upon 
him. Others followed because they had no other choice. I followed 
because I had promised myself that I would go wherever Galadriel led.
I had always enjoyed a close relationship with this exquisite flaxen-
haired cousin of mine. Since childhood we had shared a special bond, 
and in recent years I had felt that friendship deepen in an unexpected 
way. I began to see Galadriel not through the eyes of a kinswoman, but 
through those of a lover. I well remember the day that she stood proud 
and tall before the gathered host of the Noldor, and stood with the 
princes and convinced us to seek out the lands of Endor (Middle-Earth). 
The light of her conviction shone through from the depths of her soul, 
and it touched my heart. Galadriel's sparkling sapphire eyes had blazed 
with passion as she spoke of leaving our city and setting out into the 
uncharted reaches of Endor. She was not after vengeance, but rather 
burned with the desire to explore the unknown. Her words kindled that 
same desire within my heart, and I vowed to myself to follow her for 
eternity.
How little we had known of the dangers that lie before us. In our foolish 
pride and desire to pursue Morgoth, we had cast caution to the winds 
and placed our trust into the hands of an obsessed madman. Feanor had 
once been the pride of the Noldor, and our most beloved prince. But he 
had allowed the lies and deeds of Morgoth to twist him into an evil 
tyrant. Feanor believed that the righteousness of his cause, and truly he 
was justified in trying to regain the precious Silmarils. However, he 
believed that he had the right to do whatever he wished in order to 
achieve that goal. He believed that the end justified any means. Now he 
had brought us here, to the very threshold of the world, and abandoned 
us. We had no choice but to go on. The company set out slowly, but our 
fear soon turned to numb despair as we covered mile after mile of the 
barren icy desert.
Hope was dying in my heart, as I watched sadly as many of our people 
fall along the way. I mourned for these poor souls. All of us knew that 
because of the terrible way we had slaughtered our Teleri kin, the dead 
were doomed to wander eternity in the Halls of Mandos, unable to find 
rest or peace. I glanced scrumptiously at Galadriel, who stood next to 
me in the gloomy cold, her rippling golden hair blowing in the frigid 
breeze. Many among us were bowed with the weight of guilt and from 
the harshness of the elements. But not Galadriel. She was as regal as 
queen, standing straight and tall and beautiful before what remained of 
our people. The sight of her shining, proud face inspired all of us, and 
gave us strength to go on. She made me forget my misery for a 
moment. I suddenly realized that she had noticed me staring at her. Hot 
color rose in my cheeks, and I hurriedly glanced away. She smiled at me 
knowingly but said nothing. 
We trudged on doggedly, fighting the rising wind and snow. At last, we 
stopped to rest and try to revive our spirits. Galadriel and I were to 
share a shelter, and once it had been set up, we hurried inside out of 
the storm. Galadriel cast herself down on a large, warm-looking bed of 
furs that had been thoughtfully provided for us. 
"Come and rest, Aredhel," she beckoned to me, and I slowly approached 
her, feeling shy and awkward. I could tell that my face was burning, and 
hoped that she didn't notice. I silently got into the bed next to her, and 
despite my discomfort and nervousness I soon slipped into sleep, with 
her fragrant warmth thawing my freezing body and the gentle sound of 
her breathing soothing my spirit. 
I dreamed of holding her. Galadriel was so strong and proud, yet she 
had a tender, vulnerable side that few people saw. Certainly her father 
and brothers did not acknowledge that part of her. I knew that she 
sometimes wanted to lay aside the mantle of her leadership, and simply 
be Galadriel. I longed to tell her that I would gladly bear any burden for 
her, that for love of her I would endure anything. But I was doomed to 
keep my love hidden, burning in my secret heart. I awoke suddenly, 
tormented by erotic dreams of my dazzling golden princess. She lay still 
and asleep beside me, and I reached out to brush her tangled flaxen 
tresses back from her high forehead. Her azure eyes opened suddenly, 
and she grabbed my hand before I could snatch it back. 
"Aredhel...don't go," Galadriel pleaded softly. "Why do you turn away 
from me?" She asked.
"Galadriel, I'm sorry. I should not have disturbed your rest," I apologized 
clumsily. She sat up next to me, and put a comforting arm around my 
shoulders. 
"You cannot deny that you have feelings for me, can you Aredhel?" She 
asked, as she reached out with a long, slender hand and played with my 
long, midnight-black hair. Her steady blue eyes gazed into my silver-gray 
ones. 
"No, I cannot deny those feelings." I whispered, ashamed. Her nearness 
was unnerving, and I could feel the tips of my ears burning. 
"Don't be ashamed of those feelings. Don't you know that I feel the 
same way?" Galadriel asked as she reached out and caressed my cheek. 
Her slender fingers slowly stroked my face, and then she touched my 
lips. I gently pressed a kiss onto her fingertips. She moaned low, and 
suddenly I felt the tide of my desire sweep over my defenses. 
I pressed Galadriel back onto the furs, and with hungry fingers I undid 
the fastenings on her robe and pulled it off of her. I took in her 
exquisite, nude beauty with eyes that burned with an unquenchable fire 
of lust. I could not hold myself back, for I had wanted her for so long. I 
threw myself on top of her, and kissed her cool, dry lips. They parted to 
receive my thrusting tongue. I tentatively explored her willow-slim body, 
stopping to caress and kiss her creamy breasts. I delved between her 
thighs with trembling fingers, then bent to taste of her essence. Galadriel 
arched and moaned beneath my ministrations, reaching out to stroke 
and fondle my fevered body, until we both reached a shattering climax. I 
muffled her cries of delight with my mouth, then held her tightly as she 
shuddered with the force of her fulfillment. 
Long moments passed, and then I gently covered Galadriel with the furs, 
and nestled beside her, holding her lightly. As we drifted back into sleep, 
I realized that my greatest wish had been granted today, and I no 
matter what happened, I would always have this memory to cherish. It 
was a heartening thought, for we still had a long and dangerous journey 
to finish before we reached the unknown and wild reaches of Endor. I 
knew that I would have the courage to face whatever the future held in 
store, for she gave me untold reserves inspiration and strength. With 
Galadriel by my side, I felt ready to take on a new world. Who knows 
what wonders await us there? I could hardly wait to find out.