Lady Galadriel, before coming to this world, Lann was entrusted by the Lady of the Lake with the task of 'greeting this old friend'.
But in this vast and dangerous yet wondrous world, it had been almost two months before Lann finally met the person he was looking for.
To be honest, Lann felt... merely seeing the Elf Queen before him made all the troubles and dangers previously endured worthwhile.
Standing before him, Lady Galadriel's sacred and noble essence seemed as natural as the sun and moon, without comparison.
"I've heard, you've been looking for me, Yadanisil."
Galadriel slowly approached from beneath the stone archway facing the cliff, smiling as she spoke.
It seemed she deliberately subdued her extraordinary presence, for when Galadriel spoke now, her voice was no longer as ethereal and distant as when they first met, just simply pleasant.
The striking beauty of her long hair no longer emitted a soul-stirring golden-silver gleam.
