After a week of tedious training with Galadriel, I decided to return to The Mountain with Bilbo and the dwarves. I felt that she didn't want me to leave so soon but I felt that I needed to see Bilbo. We took a walk as the evening was passing by so I tried to help her understand why I needed to leave.
"The dwarves love Bilbo to bits but they tend to keep to themselves and not interact with him every once in a while," I explained. She just nodded in agreement.
"I'll have a bag packed with provisions for you," was all she said. She started to walk away.
"Is there something I should know before I leave? I feel like you're not telling me something," I said as I stood in the hall, looking at her. She turned around and just looked at me.
"You understand that I would advise you only to your benefit and well-being," Galadriel thought aloud.
"Yes, of course. But why do mention this? Have I not listened to your advice as you wished me to?" I asked, walking towards her.
"You have and I see that you desire to have my blessing," she replied.
"Then why have you said these things?" I asked intently.
"War is coming to the Mountain. It comes closer as every moment passes. Something unseen is at work. I do not desire you to witness it and its outcomes. As you know, I cannot see the future for it is beyond my power. But something tells me you will not benefit from whatever will come to pass. I fear that you will be injured or even killed. You have much more to accomplish," she explained.
"I understand your concern. But couldn't I do some good? Aren't I capable of defending myself?" I questioned. Galadriel just smiled at me and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"I believe you can make a wise decision now that you see my perspective. I hope you may be enlightened and be confident with your choice. Good luck, Fawnabelle Baggins," she said wisely and walked away. I shuffled around the numerous staircases before returning back to my room.
