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The Elven queen of Lothlorien, Galadriel was a Noldor princess who was born in Eldamar during the ages of starlight, Galadriel and her brothers joined the Noldor who presued Morgoth and the Silmarils to middle-earth.

Tall and beautiful, with golden hair like her father Finarfin and her grandmother Indis, she was called Altariel, in Eldamar. This was translated as Galadriel, meaning "lady of the light", in Sindarin.

During the first age of the sun in Beleriand, Galadriel lived with her brother Finrod, in Nargothrond, before entering the Sindar realm of Doriath where she was befriended by queen Melian and married the grey-elf prince, Celeborn.
Poem of galadriel:
In the dense forests of Lothlorien
walks the fairest of all Elves
It's the beautiful Galadriel
all alone, but not afraid
because she knows her Celeborn
is never far from her side
to keep her safe and to
bestow pleasure upon her
if you'd be her, then I'd be him
to show you what you mean to me.
more on her life
From the beginning of the second age, the couple and their only child Celebrian, lived in Lindon; then in the eigth century they moved to Eregion, the realm of the elven smiths.

Later, Galadriel and Celeborn cross the Misty Mountains and came to rule over their own kingdom in the golden wood of Lothlorien. Commanding one of the three Elven rings of power, Galadriel used her power to weave a ring of enchantment and protection over Lothlorien.

During the time of the war of the ring, Galadriel gave shelter and magical gifts to the fellowship of the ring. During the war itself, Galadriel repelled three attempts at invasion, and used her powers to bring down the walls of Dol Guldur and cleanse Mirkwood. Then, as the third age ended, she sailed westward to the undying lands.
song of lothlorien
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew,
Of wind I sang, a wind there came and in the branches blew.
Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea,
And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree.
Beneath the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone,
In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion.

There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears.
O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore.
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?

Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
Yéni únótimë ve rámar aldaron!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
ómaryo airetári-lírinen.
Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?
An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë
ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;
ar sindanóriello caita mornië
i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië
untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!
Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.
Nail elyë hiryva. Namárië!

Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind,
long years numberless as the wings of trees!
The long years have passed like swift draughts
of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West,
Beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars
tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly.

Who now shall refill the cup for me?
For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars,
from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds,
and all paths are drowned deep in shadow;
and out of a grey country darkness lies
on the foaming waves between us, and mist
covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever.
Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar!
Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar.
Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell!



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