Rating: G
(Author's Note: This drabble takes place in my "Eucatastrophe" AU.*)

G: LIKE A GASPING GALADRIEL

Standing over her mirror, trying to keep track of all that was occurring, events swirling swiftly there and gone again--a bloody battle before the Black Gates--her granddaughter and an elderly halfling standing on a balcony in Rivendell, weeping--her husband in the thick of the fighting at the edge of Lórien--eagles on the wing speeding south--but the one thing she wished to glimpse most eluded her--where was Frodo? Suddenly, she gasped, as the mirror went black. They were poised on the brink--the world held its breath.

Nenya blazed upon her finger.

Eyes wide in astonishment, Galadriel laughed. Free, free at last!

(*In this AU, the Three are actually freed to their fullest potential by the destruction of the dominating One.)