Galadriel

"This is Lothlórien, the sacred land in the hearts of all the elves of Middle-earth. The Lady of the Wood, Nenya, Ring of Water of the Three Elven Rings of the Elves, protecting this place from evil and darkness..." Legolas said with longing.

Currently, there is only one Elven Kingdom in Middle-earth: the Woodland Realm. In other words, only Legolas' father can call himself Elvenking; the bosses of other Elven territories can only call themselves Lords, such as Elrond, who is the Elven Lord of Rivendell.

Lothlórien did not establish a kingdom; Galadriel was merely Lady of the Manor, but she was addressed as Queen because she was the most powerful elf in Middle-earth, without exception.

Galadriel was of noble birth and high social standing; she was the grandmother of Arwen, Aragorn's girlfriend, and the mother-in-law of Elrond.

As for strength...

To put it simply, Galadriel is known as the 'White of Magic,' while the opposite of her, the Black, is the infamous Lord Sauron. Even if Gandalf were to awaken as the White, he would still be no match for her.

Of course, if the two of them were to actually meet, they definitely wouldn't fight. They've been friends for many years, so close that Lord Celeborn is a little cuckolded.

If pulling and tugging, hugging and embracing are the etiquette of elves towards their closest friends, then everything else is another matter!

"Outsiders, stop!"

A group of elves, armed with bows and arrows, blocked their path. These elves, clad in magnificent armor, moved in perfect unison, displaying remarkable training. Their appearance needed no description; Russell arrogantly gazed at the sky, pointing his nose at them, utterly disdainful.

Enraged that the disliked elf had an arrow pointed at his nose, the dwarf warrior Gimli was about to urinate or defecate on the spot when Aragorn stopped him and went to talk to the handsome elf leader.

Galadriel knew the Fellowship of the Ring would arrive, so she specially sent this group of elves to wait for them. The reason she greeted them with arrows as soon as they met was simply because she disliked Gimli; elves and dwarves were sworn enemies.

The group headed towards the center of the forest, where a curtain of light appeared, and suddenly the view opened up before them, as if they had entered another world.

As the once bright sky turned to dusk, a path paved with white pebbles meandered through it, surrounded by several fountains shimmering with silver light. Beside the fountains, the trees appeared enormous compared to the outside world.

The group walked along the stone path and entered the elven territory built in the forest. The faint fragrance of grass and trees wafted in the air, and under the twilight, the silver light emitted a soft, silky glow, which relaxed their tense nerves.

The light comes from the giant tree, which the elves have used magic to keep bright even in the darkness. At the top of the tree are treehouses, with an architectural style that is distinctly different from that of Rivendell.

Galadriel's palace was built atop a tree, its greyish-white trunk gleaming. Climbing the steps, one soon arrived at the palace hall.

Elves were the rulers of mankind before humanity. Humanity's true glory has not yet arrived, so the age of the elves has not ended. They remain the most favored children of the gods.

Each elf possesses an almost infinite lifespan, and each is considered perfect, with Galadriel being the most outstanding.

Noble and elegant! Absolutely stunning!

Galadriel's first impression is one of beauty; her appearance is flawless, so beautiful that one doubts her very existence. She has long golden hair, a solemn and dignified air, and wears a pure white robe without any embellishment, which only enhances her ethereal quality.

Time has left no trace on her; if anything, it's her extremely mature and rather domineering figure.

However, this Elf Queen seemed too tall; Russell estimated her to be at least 1.9 meters tall, if not 2 meters, which was his type.

It's said that when a woman is beautiful enough, she can prevent one from having any impure thoughts. Russell didn't understand this before, but now he does. This Elf Queen is exceptionally independent, her pure white color purifying everything. Even with her domineering figure, no matter how you look at her or from what angle, she is like a gentle breeze, arousing no lustful desire whatsoever.

To put it simply, this woman is so beautiful that she defies all limits, Russell is unable to get an erection!

The others behaved much the same way; they all felt ashamed in the face of the Elf Queen and dared not meet her gaze. Gimli, the dwarf warrior who had always despised elves, was now as timid as a quail, his eyes filled with admiration, almost to the point of kneeling and licking her boots.

As for Lord Celeborn, Russell was too busy looking at the Elf Queen to pay any attention to him. Let him look whatever he wants, even if he looks like Orcs.

"You ten set out from Rivendell, but there are only nine of you here. Where is Gandalf? I have something to say to him." The one who spoke was Celeborn, who appeared to be slightly green. His words were extremely arrogant, practically telling everyone that they were not qualified to speak to him.

Russell understood; his wife's aura was too overwhelming, making it hard for him to breathe. When people mentioned Lothlórien, the first thing that came to mind was Galadriel, referring to this place as the territory of the Queen of the Forest, completely ignoring the fact that he was the true lord.

Therefore, he must act arrogant and pretentious in his daily life, and do whatever it takes to be as arrogant as possible, otherwise, who would remember that he even exists?

"Gandalf is in some trouble, he's resting now..." Aragorn replied.

Gandalf was still lying on his horse. Nightmare, a creature of darkness, was disliked by the elves and was tied to a large tree. Gandalf was in a pupa at this time, so it wouldn't be appropriate to carry him up specifically. He was guarded by a group of elves.

Celeborn frowned, then quickly nodded, though his expression was somewhat strange. He had seen Gandalf's state through magic; like Russell, he wanted to say "shameless," but dared not speak.

"This journey is fraught with danger. A slight misstep could lead to death, Middle-earth would face its end..." Galadriel continued, intending to say that everyone had worked hard, but seeing that everyone's faces were rosy and their scalps were oily, she had to change her words.

Halfway through his sentence, Galadriel glanced around at everyone. Russell met her gaze, and suddenly his heart pounded; his Sixth Sense told him there was danger. At the same time, a voice only he could hear echoed in his mind—a private message from Galadriel.

"You resisted the temptation of the One Ring..."

Without any preamble, Galadriel continued speaking to the group, disregarding Russell's thoughts. "As long as you are united, there is hope. Your faith must not waver. Go and rest!"

After saying this, Galadriel wife left, and the group left the hall led by the elven guards. There was a treehouse specially prepared for them to rest in.

"Russell, where are you going?"

As soon as Aragorn moved Gandalf to the bed, he turned around and saw Russell sneaking out of the room. He quickly grabbed him.

"I need to pee!"

Russell said that Galadriel would be attacking Frodo tonight, and he didn't want to get involved, so he decided to avoid the situation.

"Stop messing around. This is Lothlórien, not Rivendell. If you cause trouble, I won't be there to help you." Aragorn was exasperated. He could guess with his toes what Russell was up to. That guy was still up to no good, always eyeing that indifferent female elf.

"Aragorn, what do you mean?" Russell roared, his eyes wide. "I treated you like a brother, and you don't believe me?"

"Um!"

Russell: "..."

"Please, this is the Queen of the Forest's territory. If we anger her, we'll all be in trouble. I'm begging you, just behave yourself!" Aragorn said, as if he had made a difficult decision. "Promise me you won't go out and cause trouble tonight. If necessary, I'll ask Arwen to help me introduce you to a female elf next time."

"Real?"

"Real!"

"Great, let's continue this topic after I've finished peeing."

Aragorn: "..."