Galathir: The Mourning Flame.

Once named Galadriel, the radiant Lady of Light, she was the last beacon of the Elven kind — a sovereign of song and starlight.

But when the final Silmaril was shattered during the Night War, she crossed into the Black Vale alone, where time devours itself and echoes of gods still bleed. There, beneath the spires of obsidian carved by forgotten titans, she was offered a choice by the Unspoken Flame:

"Be ash and memory… or burn forever as truth."

She chose fire.

Her flesh twisted into gray ash-armor, not worn but grown. Her golden eyes weep cursed flame. The sword she grips is not steel — it is Vairúl, a blade forged from the bones of fallen Valar. Her throne is alive, carved from the spines of oathbreakers, whispering in tongues older than stars.

Now she is Galathir, the Mourning Flame, eternal ruler of the Desolate Gate — a queen of ruin, half-witch, half-wrath. She does not speak. She listens to the screams of the dead who still try to pray.