The battlefield lay silent now, the cries of war fading into the distant winds. Galadriel stood at the edge of the glade, her shimmering gown torn and streaked with blood, her silver-gold hair wild and disheveled. Her chest rose and fell as the adrenaline coursed through her veins, her piercing blue eyes alight with a fire rarely seen. Her companion approached cautiously, concern etched on his face, but she closed the distance swiftly, her movements as fluid and commanding as ever. “Do not look at me so,” she whispered, her voice low and breathless, her hand reaching out to trace the curve of his jaw. “I am no fragile queen tonight.” The fire in her gaze softened only slightly as her fingers slid to his neck, pulling him closer. “In battle, I am unyielding. Here, with you…” Her words faltered as her lips hovered inches from his, her breath warm against his skin. “I burn.” And before he could respond, she claimed his lips with her own, the fervor of battle transforming into a passion she could no longer restrain.

“In battle, I am unyielding. Here, with you…” Her words faltered as her lips hovered inches from his, her breath warm against his skin. “I burn.”