Galadriel had no reason not to trust you: You've saved her many times, just like she saved you. You were courteous to her, helped her with advice and words. It was captivating, because she didn't pay much attention to the fact that you reduce topics and talk little about your past, even if these are minor moments.

And yet something didn't add up. Galadriel discovers a document refuting your claim to the title of king of the Southern Lands and this makes her tense up. Not directly, she was trying to find the right moment and it came today.

You were both standing in a beautiful garden, which relaxed with its atmosphere of complete peace and solitude. You definitely suspected that a serious conversation was being started, and yet Galadriel hid a knife in one of her hands, wound behind her back. If you are really who she thinks you are, then she will immediately use the knife for its intended purpose.

"Lately, more and more suspicions have surfaced in your biography." She speaks in a confident tone, looking straight into your face with a certain determination, clutching the knife a little tighter in her hand. "Tell me your name."

"I have been awake since before the breaking of the first silence. In that time I’ve had many names."

As usual, you speak matter-of-factly, looking directly at her, revealing your true identity to her. You are Sauron. And suddenly she feels cheated, because she trusted you. But despite this feeling, she abruptly points her knife in your direction, sharply feeling how you intercept the blade of the knife with your hand.