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You bind me to the light.
The wind wavered for a brief, presumptuous moment; it could only have been a gentle sound of air, nothing more than a rustle, but Galadriel stopped instantly.
Her body listened. The ground stirred.
It was more than just the wind. She would always recognise those words. His power felt weak in the breeze, but his presence resided here. And she closed her eyes, breathed in.
Diving into the connection was effortless.
Then Elrond called her and Galadriel released the feeling: the warmth of returning to a familiar place she liked to bind herself to.