"Like it had been?" Galadriel repeated and, after a pause, and attempted to recall the beginnings of her dreams, before heat and the smell of smoke had warped them. The old world was what had spawned those creatures--how had she dreamed? What had Beleth seen that had been so separate from them?

"Melian!" she announced, almost surprised, as the image returned to her. Her laugh was the confused sound of the freshly woken, but it held a thread of genuine joy. She released Beleth so she could look down at her. "You saw Melian?"

"You saw that dream?" She asked but, it seemed expected no answer. "Melian was a dear friend of mine, from ages long past. Her lands..."

"Arda is...much darker than Thedas, I fear. Great and terrible things slumber in it but, despite them, there was much light as well. Melian kept safe the elven lands of Doraith, not even the demons could cross the bounds that she drew."

"Had I a choice, I can think of no image I would have rather shown you, no memory brighter than Melian."