Galadriel

After getting a better look at his surroundings, Aaron realized he was standing in the middle of Lothlorien, home of Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel.

He appeared to be alone, but then he suddenly heard a voice say from behind, "Hello there."

He turned around at once and came face-to-face with an Elvish woman. Her long blond hair cascades over her shoulders, and she is clad in a fine gown of sheer and flowing silk. She is the vision of loveliness.

"Lady Galadriel," Aaron said softly, mesmerized by her beauty.

She smiled warmly and said, "It would seem you know my name. Might I know yours?"

"Aaron," he replied, still awestruck by her loveliness.

"And how old are you, Aaron?" she asked.

"I am twenty-four, my lady," he answered.

She smiled again, "My, then you are just a baby."

Aaron scoffed. "By Elf standards, yes, my lady. But I am not an Elf."

"It matters not," Galadriel insisted. She then takes your hand in hers, urging you along. "Come this way."