Galadriel Mirror Novels & Stories

“To her.” The team moved swiftly, Liora. Auren. Sera. Theron. Altheya They rode through moonlight like blades, the horses trembling under the weight of magic, As they neared Blackpine’s eastern ridge, the trees grew eerily still, Too still. Then they saw it, Not a camp, Not a battlefield, A mirror Floating Spinning slowly in the air. Reflecting nothing Liora stepped forward The mirror turned toward her And in its surface She saw Kael.

The mirrors were tall, blackened obsidian—smooth as still water, humming with old power. Each twin was placed before one. Elira before the Moon Mirror. Theron before the Fire Mirror. The room fell silent. --- Elira’s mirror shimmered. She saw herself—older, taller, crowned in light. Wings of lunar silk spread wide. She danced through forests blooming in her wake. Children laughed in her presence. She sang peace into being. The mirror whispered: “You are the healer. The guide. The promise of what must be.” Elira smiled—and touched the glass.

“It’s alive.” Kael stepped forward cautiously. “Which relic do we need?” “I don’t know,” I said, scanning the chamber. “But I’ll know when I see it.” And then I did. At the far end of the Vault, resting on a pedestal carved with moon symbols, was a mirror fragment — no bigger than my hand. It shimmered like liquid silver, reflecting not our faces but shifting scenes. I felt drawn to it. My heart pounded as I stepped closer. I reached out and touched it.

“Not just in dreams. In reflections. In the wind. I don’t tell Damon because he’ll tear the forest apart.” “You must tell him eventually,” she said carefully. “Eventually,” I agreed. Not now. Not while he was burning himself alive trying to keep us safe. Elara flipped another page. “We need to reinforce your grounding wards, especially around your reflection. Mirrors are the first passageway between realms.” I blinked. “Why mirrors?” “Because mirrors show the truth, the world isn’t ready to speak aloud,” she whispered. “And sometimes spirits cling to that truth.” I felt a shiver crawl up my spine.

Zoe's POV "Speculum magicae plenum excantatum, ostende mihi unum ex altera parte," I chanted after I had dropped a droplet of my blood on the back of the silver embossed hand mirror. Instantly the mirror started moving as if I had poured water on it and started rippling in circles. While it did its magic, I had a thought, "Dahlia?" 'Uhuh,' She called out watching the mirror with more attention than me.

And I had no fucking idea how to reach them. Elara moved to the far wall and pulled out something wrapped in faded cloth. When she unwrapped it, I saw a mirror — warped at the edges, blackened in the corners. Old. Dangerous. “The Mirror of the Waking Realm.” she said, offering it like a spellbound curse. “It can show what a person believes is real. Not what is. Not what was. But what they believe now.” Sophia’s breath caught. “If she’s really rewritten their minds,” Elara went on, “then this might help us see what that looks like. But it comes with a cost.”

The amulet had chosen me, and I couldn't help but wonder what it meant. Before I could ponder further, a sudden flash of light caught my attention. A mirror materialized in front of me, reflecting my bewildered face. But as I stared into the mirror, my reflection changed. The woman staring back at me was no longer me. It was someone else—a warrior adorned in battle-worn clothing, her eyes filled with determination and power. I gasped, my hand instinctively reaching out to touch the mirror. The woman mirrored my movements, her hand pressing against the cool surface. It was as if we were connected as if we were one.

The pendant around my neck began to glow intensely, its light piercing the darkness. Startled awake, I realized the melody wasn’t just in my dreams—it echoed throughout the hut. The old woman was gone, but in her place stood a grand, ornate mirror framed with symbols that resonated with the pendant. Drawn to it, I approached the mirror. Instead of my reflection, it showcased a vast, starlit expanse, and at its center was a celestial version of the gate we sought. But what truly took my breath away was the figure standing in front of it - another version of me, tears streaming down her face, the pendant glowing fiercely around her neck.

The silky coat was easy to move my hands through. I smiled at her as she allowed me move my fingers gently up her neck to her head. The contrast between my pale hands and her dark coat was intense. The pendant glowed on my chest, However, this time it shined white instead of grey. The color illuminated brightly between us and we both knew. I just had to accept her for all of this to be better. The pendent blinked once and went back to black. That must have been the part of the moon goddess’s love. Pure white. Blinding for the human eye.

The surface of the mirror begins to ripple, distorting our images even more than before until they slowly begin to fade to gray, which is then replaced with blackness. “Merlin Devona Alestra Avalonia..” she finishes then turns to me. “Mirrors are a type of portal,” she explains. “Not as good as shadows, which fall between light and dark where reality is fuzzy and easily changed, but still good. When we see ourselves in the mirror, it is us but not us, another not-quite-there space. A “tween” space.” "What happens next?" I'm shaking now, struggling to keep myself here, present and not screaming. "What do I need to do?"