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A/N Everyone writes Celeborn being unable to live without Galadriel... Also, sorry about the terrible title I was at a loss as to what to call this.
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Golden hair caught in the breeze, a silver ship breasting the waves; on the shores two golden heads standing close waiting for a sister and daughter to return.
It was like a dream, the hazy memories of a child who recalls only sunlight. In a way one may suppose my memories are truth but I now distrust them for the sole reason that this world that I have returned to is not my remembered haven. Am I being foolish? I do not know. Finrod and father are worried... I think; it is hard to tell. Finrod masks his feelings so well and father would never admit to it - to the fact that the longer our separation is the more my joy of this world I have returned to fades. It becomes a dream - a hazy memory like those of a child.
It throws into even sharper relief my time with him. It is strange; I spent almost all of the first years of my life in Middle-Earth longing to be in Aman... to be here, yet now I languish remembering our time together. They are true remembrances, I hope for without them I fear I would be nothing. Fear, it is a knife which cuts you and uncertainty. I thought I knew uncertainty when I saw the Grinding Ice. I thought I knew uncertainty when my father jumped on to the last Telerin ship and left. I thought I knew uncertainty. I am trying to be fair. I think I knew uncertainty. At least my memories agree on one point it was nothing to now.
Time and time again I can see him beneath the golden trees of our home. He would not come to the Havens and now I think I know why; when he comes unbidden to my mind it is as I last saw him - standing beneath the trees and smiling. Smiling... I wonder what that cost him. Perhaps I shall never know. I am calm, I think. It is hard to tell. Calmness was so easy before and now the effort I must put into it confuses me. Once I was a leaf on a tree now I am a leaf on fast flowing water and it is threatening to drown me.
A leaf, yes, I was a golden leaf on the bough of a silver tree which supported and sheltered me. He was so often disregarded; they saw me as the Nerwen, the man-maiden who needed no one, the lady who carried the light of Laurelin in her hair [1]. None paused to look at him, the dark elf who bore the light of Telperion.
Indeed, the two trees- gold and silver they were the colours of the most precious metals. Even as with each passing moment he becomes more precious to me. Absence is said to make the heart go stronger. I disagree it merely helps it remember what it already feels.
Tenna omentammë ata, melda [2]
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1. Sorry about this, I know Galadriel was actually described as having the light of both of the two trees in her hair but for the sake of the comparison...
2. The quenya phrase is meant to mean 'Until we meet again, beloved' but my ability with quenya is shaky at its best (especially on verbs) and it might mean anything.
A/N Everyone writes Celeborn being unable to live without Galadriel... Also, sorry about the terrible title I was at a loss as to what to call this.
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Golden hair caught in the breeze, a silver ship breasting the waves; on the shores two golden heads standing close waiting for a sister and daughter to return.
It was like a dream, the hazy memories of a child who recalls only sunlight. In a way one may suppose my memories are truth but I now distrust them for the sole reason that this world that I have returned to is not my remembered haven. Am I being foolish? I do not know. Finrod and father are worried... I think; it is hard to tell. Finrod masks his feelings so well and father would never admit to it - to the fact that the longer our separation is the more my joy of this world I have returned to fades. It becomes a dream - a hazy memory like those of a child.
It throws into even sharper relief my time with him. It is strange; I spent almost all of the first years of my life in Middle-Earth longing to be in Aman... to be here, yet now I languish remembering our time together. They are true remembrances, I hope for without them I fear I would be nothing. Fear, it is a knife which cuts you and uncertainty. I thought I knew uncertainty when I saw the Grinding Ice. I thought I knew uncertainty when my father jumped on to the last Telerin ship and left. I thought I knew uncertainty. I am trying to be fair. I think I knew uncertainty. At least my memories agree on one point it was nothing to now.
Time and time again I can see him beneath the golden trees of our home. He would not come to the Havens and now I think I know why; when he comes unbidden to my mind it is as I last saw him - standing beneath the trees and smiling. Smiling... I wonder what that cost him. Perhaps I shall never know. I am calm, I think. It is hard to tell. Calmness was so easy before and now the effort I must put into it confuses me. Once I was a leaf on a tree now I am a leaf on fast flowing water and it is threatening to drown me.
A leaf, yes, I was a golden leaf on the bough of a silver tree which supported and sheltered me. He was so often disregarded; they saw me as the Nerwen, the man-maiden who needed no one, the lady who carried the light of Laurelin in her hair [1]. None paused to look at him, the dark elf who bore the light of Telperion.
Indeed, the two trees- gold and silver they were the colours of the most precious metals. Even as with each passing moment he becomes more precious to me. Absence is said to make the heart go stronger. I disagree it merely helps it remember what it already feels.
Tenna omentammë ata, melda [2]
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1. Sorry about this, I know Galadriel was actually described as having the light of both of the two trees in her hair but for the sake of the comparison...
2. The quenya phrase is meant to mean 'Until we meet again, beloved' but my ability with quenya is shaky at its best (especially on verbs) and it might mean anything.