“Sometimes to find the light, we must first touch the darkness.”
Galadriel’s voice reeks of the seemingly inherent arrogance of the Noldor; the same insufferable pride that once caused the Valar themselves to turn against them. Her statement is nothing but a meaningless combination of words, but she delivers it like a gift of Elven wisdom.
He doubts that she is even aware of her condescending tone. She is the result of centuries upon centuries of entitlement, and she shamelessly uses her ancestry as a weapon and a shield against anyone who dares to oppose her. No matter how many enemies she makes, she never seems to even consider the possibility that she might be the problem. She uses her age and experience to justify her behavior, always assuming that whoever she is speaking with cannot possibly have seen what she has seen.
He stares at the smoldering coal in the forge, forcing back the urge to knock the little Elf off her pedestal; to crush the delusional worldview that she has created for herself. There are few beings left in Middle-earth who have witnessed true darkness, and she is not one of them.
She never met Morgoth.
He tears his gaze away from the fire and slowly turns around.
“What do you know of darkness?”
Absolutely this!
And frankly this is one of the things I love about this version of Galadriel - the sheer arrogance and hubris.
Can't wait to see her continued evolution into the wise and insightful Galadriel of the Third Age.
