Galadriel reaches and reclaims the Elessar from her Dalish friend without hesitation, she is almost greedy for it, and seems more at ease with it pressed into her own palm. She shift back, as Ellana wanes and Galadriel is restored is less dramatic than the other way had been. The damage to her side is far better and Galadriel can breathe, can think, once more, but her desperation has not abated, not entirely.

She casts a long, sad look a the field behind her, at the tracks that combat had worn into the mud, and realizes the futility of her searching--of her desire to search.

"It was lost in the Fade, wasn't it? Taken from me ere I ever appeared in this place."