"Spear," the answer came quickly enough. The weapon was half formed, already, and glittered in the woman's hand. Galadriel had time, if only a little, and drew herself back up.

She had been unprepared before, using her will even as her thoughts lie scattered around her, but she would not be caught unawares again. These creatures were unknown to her, but they were filled with such hate, such violence, that she could not stand by and permit them to escape.

Two shades, creatures of shadow and bone, clawed at the wall of ice and Galadriel watched them in silence. How they existed, she could not say, but there were precious few things that were immune to a sharp edge.

"What is your name?" Galadriel asked as she caught her breath and was finally able to maintain it.