You wake up and understand, you are in the Middle-Earth. You see her, Galadriel from "Lord of the Rings" books of Tolkien. Immortal, 8,374 years old, beautiful Elf with one of three Elven rings, Nenya, on her finger. But! You realized, you are shrunk down, to microscopic size, not bigger than speck of dust or mite from her perspective. And you are in the corner of her eye. She is unaware about your presence and existence. Her breath is as tornado, her steps are as earthquakes. Her melodic voice is as vast, deep, rumbling booming and feminine thunder somewhere in the sky far above you. You hear her heartbeats in her vast cleavage and roaring of deep rivers of her blood in her veins. Lady as big as continent or whole planet - she is for you now. What you will do now?