- Caras Galadhon - September 2941 T.A.-
Standing on the balcony, Gilith turned her sight to the wild lands that spanned the distance between Lothlorien and the dark Forest of Fear. The fortress of Dol Guldur was barely visible in the raising mist of the Mirkwood, there a Necromancer dwelt. Gilith closed her eyes, and images of old came back to her, when the leaves on the trees of Greenwood the Great swayed gently in the blowing winds. Now the trees where black and leafless, their limbs contorted into an unpleasant embrace, while their roots clawed menacingly towards the shores of the Great River. Once again Dol Guldur was alive, and fell creatures spawed there since the evil's return.
The White Council had decided to act, and attack Dol Guldur Immediately. There was something at work, something far more powerful than the dragon under the Lonely Mountain. A sickness had descended upon the Greenwood, so terrible, the woodsmen who lived there now call it 'Mirkwood' and they speak of a Necromancer living in the ruins of the old fortress. A sorcerer who can summon the dead. Gilith knew that for hundreds of years the Elves of Lothlorien had remained withdrawn in their woodland realm, doing their upmost to prevent the rise of darkness from the east, but the time of idleness was over. The fortress of Dol Guldur was belching fumes and lit the sky with smoke. Deep in its pits legions of orcs even now prepared to assault Lothlorien.
Gilith blinked again, and her thoughts went back to her duties. She had been part of the Lady Galadriel's escort to Imladris, where The White Council was held. There she heard Mithrandir and others speak about the evil poisoning the woods, and she had witnessed Saruman's unwillingness to act. The way he had dismissed the reports from Dol Guldur was rather alarming. In the end, Saruman was outvoted by the other members of the Council, but his actions were not unnoticed. Gilith knew of the Lady Galadriel concerns, and knew of the danger Lorien was now facing.
The attack itself was swift. Mithrandir and the other members of the Council entered the fortress, but the battle was short, for it became soon apparent the Necromancer had retreated to the east and left Dol Guldur. As these events were taking place in Mirkwood, news came from Erebor. In an incredible turn of events, a small company of Dwarves had reclaimed the kingdom under the mountain, after the death of the great dragon. After the Attack on Dol Guldur Mithrandir told Galadriel he would go and meet the new King Under The Mountain, Thorin son of Thrain. Mithrandir was an interesting creature, so Gilith thought; odd, mysterious, and incredibly wise. He could often be seen smoking strong weed from a pipe. The smoke made the Elves cough and choke, it was not pleasant at all, but he seemed to enjoy that. Mithrandir was always a welcome guest, and the Lady Galadriel seemed always happy to see him, and sad to see him leave.
For so long Gilith's life had been dedicated only to her duty and the Lord and Lady, rarely she had time to think about herself, which was not necessarily a bad thing. Gilith would not indulge her thoughts on private matters if she could at all help that. The Lady Galadriel, able as she is to read people's mind and hearts, knew what Gilith kept hidden from view. She would often look at her with kindness mixed with sorrow, for Gilith seemed destined to a life of duty, where dreams do not come to pass, yet Galadriel knew that dreams are the way our path is revealed to us, so maybe Gilith's path was not one of duty and service only, maybe her path was not as obvious as Gilith thought.
