The elven queen ' s martial raiment thankfully had never seen action in battle , as she took great care in keeping Lothlorien away from such struggles . Her auburn curls were pulled up to keep away from her face , though she let a few tendrils escape to accentuate its shape . Her steward ' s face upon seeing her in what she would consider her armor was priceless , and she assured him once again that she was merely going to visit Esgaroth . Why , wasn ' t it a nice time of the year to see the lake ? Thoron , fetch me my father ' s sword . The blade was of Noldorin design , much older than she was and had survived more battles than she could count the hairs on her head . As she held the blade in her hands , the weapon weighed heavier on her than she thought it would . It was not the weight of the metal , but the choice she was to make , and which choice would lead to her wielding it . She passed several guards on the way down to the stables and found that , named for the horn that rested on the mare ' s head , had been let out to graze before the journey . She slowly approached the pale mare and admired her beauty . It ' s time for us to leave , Aeglossil . I think you ' ll find the journey up north enjoyable enough . The horned mare whinnied and tossed her snowy mane as she allowed the redhaired elf climb up her back . Saraliel stroked the pale strands and rode to the front of her host of Galadhrim , to lead them as they rode to Esgaroth . The royal army of Lothlorienor a smattering of the army , at leastwas clad in golden armor with capes of blue . Even with her soldiers armed and her obviously not dressed for a simple visit , she was still unsure of whether she would give her Silvan kin her goodwill and help in this matter . Saraliel was not surprised to find that Laketown was , indeed , a town within a lake . There were whispers and stirs as her host approached the Silvan forces , though she wagered that some of the words being said were of the flamehaired elfwitch that never left Caras Galadhon for anything , or anyone , for that matter . She rode forward through the camp and stopped in front of what she assumed was the Elvenking ' s tent . It was the largest , most ostentatious tent in the camp , so it had to be his . Well , I ' m here , she said to the same captain whom she met a few days before , a sour expression on her face . Let the King of the Elves of the Woodland Realm know that Saraliel Hinnor , Lady of the Galadhrim and SorceressQueen of Lothlorien has arrived . Nobody really called her that , though she wished people would begin to . She climbed off her horse , assisted by one of her captains since she ' d left her steward in charge of her city while she was visiting .