"I cannot, I...I can't." Celeborns brow was narrowed and his eyes reflected
the stress of the past few days, or maybe the past few years. He wasn't
entirely sure when this had all started, he had just noticed it recently.
And it bothered him.
"Why do you worry so, this is not a bad thing." Galadriel said, attempting to soothe her husband despite knowing her efforts were in vain.
The couple was watching their daughter and the master of Imladris from the balcony as they strolled about the forest of Lothlorien.
"I can not allow this to happen." Galadriel placed her hand on her husbands arm as she gave him a look filled with sympathy that also said she knew what she spoke of.
"What is happening, I do not think you have any say over." Galadriel came to stand behind her husband and leaned her jaw upon his shoulder. "For no one has control over matters of the heart."
Celeborn sighed as he saw his daughter loop her arm with the half-elven and continue walking.
"Ah, but some might have say over matters of the pain of the body..." He whispered to himself as an evil glint entered his eye. Unfortunately, Galadriel over heard and smacked his arm.
The feast that night was called to honor Elrond as he would be returning shortly to his home over the misty mountains. The entire table was sent to whispers as the he and Celebrian entered together, all of the table save Celeborn who narrowed his eyes as he watched the younger elf help his daughter into her seat. Galadriel, who was talking quietly with the elf seated next to her cast the occasional amused glance at her husband.
Throughout the entire meal, Celeborn said little and ate little as he watched him. This did not do him well, however, as all seated at the table began to think that Lothloriens lord had taken a liking to Elrond. In the end, Celeborn left the eve's company early and those that he passed on the way to his chambers grew worried as they heard their lord muttering various elvish curses under his breath.
"It was not ver courteous of the host of the feast to leave as early as he did is all I'm saying." Galadriel was watching her husband putter about their room and she knew very well that he was stalling. "And you are going out to say a very fond farewell." Her tone was stern and Celeborn knew that no amount of arguing, whining or pouting would gainsay her.
"I will say a...courteous farewell, there will be nothing fond about it." Galadriel sighed as she gently nudged him out the door of their room.
Celeborn was pondering out loud to his wife ideas as to how he could separate the half-elven, as he now fondly referred to Elrond, from his little girl. "Maybe we could imply that it is best that he remain in Imladris, given the danger of travel during this time."
"We? Oh no, you will not drag me into this, I think him charming enough. Aside from that, what if they are merely friends?" Galadriel said, attempting to play his devils advocate as she smoothed out the fabric on his arm which hers was looped through.
"We began as friends, we became lovers and not long after we became husband and wife, did we not?" Celeborn said as an uncomfortable feeling entered into his stomach.
"Well, I should hope we did, or else there could be quite the spread of scandal throughout the land." Galadriel said with a giggle.
" Galadriel, I'm serious." He said as they reached the gathering of those who would depart.
"I know you are, that 'tis the problem." She replied as she left him and went to find Elrond. Celeborn gave an exasperated sigh as he watched her go and great the half-elven.
He then twitched his head slightly to the side with realization. "She gets it from her mother." He whispered to himself.
Note: I'm not throwing this fic out there to imply that Celeborn hated Elrond, just that Celeborn's determined to keep his little girl from the hands of any elf and that the elf in this case is poor Elrond.
This is intended to be a slight comedy, don't think I'm doing very well on the comedic part though.
This is just going on with my liking for Celeborn as a daddy fanfics.
Review always appreciated.
"Why do you worry so, this is not a bad thing." Galadriel said, attempting to soothe her husband despite knowing her efforts were in vain.
The couple was watching their daughter and the master of Imladris from the balcony as they strolled about the forest of Lothlorien.
"I can not allow this to happen." Galadriel placed her hand on her husbands arm as she gave him a look filled with sympathy that also said she knew what she spoke of.
"What is happening, I do not think you have any say over." Galadriel came to stand behind her husband and leaned her jaw upon his shoulder. "For no one has control over matters of the heart."
Celeborn sighed as he saw his daughter loop her arm with the half-elven and continue walking.
"Ah, but some might have say over matters of the pain of the body..." He whispered to himself as an evil glint entered his eye. Unfortunately, Galadriel over heard and smacked his arm.
The feast that night was called to honor Elrond as he would be returning shortly to his home over the misty mountains. The entire table was sent to whispers as the he and Celebrian entered together, all of the table save Celeborn who narrowed his eyes as he watched the younger elf help his daughter into her seat. Galadriel, who was talking quietly with the elf seated next to her cast the occasional amused glance at her husband.
Throughout the entire meal, Celeborn said little and ate little as he watched him. This did not do him well, however, as all seated at the table began to think that Lothloriens lord had taken a liking to Elrond. In the end, Celeborn left the eve's company early and those that he passed on the way to his chambers grew worried as they heard their lord muttering various elvish curses under his breath.
"It was not ver courteous of the host of the feast to leave as early as he did is all I'm saying." Galadriel was watching her husband putter about their room and she knew very well that he was stalling. "And you are going out to say a very fond farewell." Her tone was stern and Celeborn knew that no amount of arguing, whining or pouting would gainsay her.
"I will say a...courteous farewell, there will be nothing fond about it." Galadriel sighed as she gently nudged him out the door of their room.
Celeborn was pondering out loud to his wife ideas as to how he could separate the half-elven, as he now fondly referred to Elrond, from his little girl. "Maybe we could imply that it is best that he remain in Imladris, given the danger of travel during this time."
"We? Oh no, you will not drag me into this, I think him charming enough. Aside from that, what if they are merely friends?" Galadriel said, attempting to play his devils advocate as she smoothed out the fabric on his arm which hers was looped through.
"We began as friends, we became lovers and not long after we became husband and wife, did we not?" Celeborn said as an uncomfortable feeling entered into his stomach.
"Well, I should hope we did, or else there could be quite the spread of scandal throughout the land." Galadriel said with a giggle.
" Galadriel, I'm serious." He said as they reached the gathering of those who would depart.
"I know you are, that 'tis the problem." She replied as she left him and went to find Elrond. Celeborn gave an exasperated sigh as he watched her go and great the half-elven.
He then twitched his head slightly to the side with realization. "She gets it from her mother." He whispered to himself.
Note: I'm not throwing this fic out there to imply that Celeborn hated Elrond, just that Celeborn's determined to keep his little girl from the hands of any elf and that the elf in this case is poor Elrond.
This is intended to be a slight comedy, don't think I'm doing very well on the comedic part though.
This is just going on with my liking for Celeborn as a daddy fanfics.
Review always appreciated.