noldorinqueen

 Aragorn's sudden loss had come as a shock. The small cabin she had been shaping for him, taking care to turn it into something both aesthetically pleasing as well as utilitarian, suddenly seemed pointless. Instead, she stopped her work on it and spent the next few weeks just singing gently to herself, letting ther moods affect the magic she was using to shape things. Galadriel was not necessarily aware of just how much time was passing, so caught up was she in her own thoughts, and when she 'awakened' again from her trance, she decided to complete it anyway. Some of the changes to the cabin were immediately visible, with the lines having become more entangled and the whole thing taking on a rounder, softer shape. 

That marked the end of her work, really. The cabin was the final part of her project in the woods. Now, perhaps, it was time to rejoin the world at large. 

She knew there was another home nearby, a smaller cottage, which would be her first stop on the road to rejoining civilization. As she approached it, a tune drifted over, something being gently hummed. The closer Galadriel walked, the clearer it became, until eventually, she had a good enough grasp of the melody to sing along to it. The words were simple, not yet a fully-formed tale, but they spoke of light, of discovery, and of the lost being found. Perhaps none her would understand them, but the feelings carried over.