Galadel stared down at the sword in her hands, her face draining of all color once again.  She was very reluctant to handle this knife it was black, an dshe could tell that evil spells had been woven about it for the killing of Elves,  and their ancestors, who had seen the Light of Valinor. 
 
Barely knowing that anyone was in the room, she slowly read out loud the evil words on the sword, "The Darkness shall sweep over Middle Earth and swallow up the Light.  The Elves of the Light shall pay for what they have done to us.  We will make them pay." 
 
Galadel looked up at the rows of shocked faces around her and said, "This sword was made Dark Elves who never saw the light of Valinor.  They hate the Elves of the Light, who saw the light of Valinor, and all teir ancestors.  These Elves especially do not like us Lothlorien Elves and which to destroy us all, but I nvever thought that they would ever try to kill an Elf."   
 
Amanduail looked over at her pale friend, and said, "You are no ordinary Elf of Lothlorien, Galadel.  Of course they would whichto kill you.  They tried to kill your mother once, didn't they?" 
 
"Yes," answered Galadel, her voice very soft, "Yes, once long ago."
		 
		
		
		
		
		
		
			
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