Galadriel accepts the Elven-ring; Celeborn's thoughts.
"Tis a thing of beauty, is it not?" Galadriel ran her finger over the white gem.
"It is," I said slowly. "But I have seen other things that appeared beautiful -- at first."
She saw the Two Trees in all their glory, and the jewels in which her kinsman captured their light. Jewels which brought death to my kinsmen.
I had seen other trees, in Middle-earth: not as glorious, perhaps, as those of Aman, but beautiful to me.
Did she not understand? Would she accept Celebrimbor's gift? Very well. Nothing good would come of it, but I would stand beside her.