Title: The tale of Celebrian
Author: SpriteJessa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. Tolkien's, you see. I'm just borrowing it. I'll return them all intact when I am done. Or maybe not so intact, but
Who cares about technicalities?
Summery: Celebrian's life. Sweet, Angsty, romantic, and just about everything else. She was Elrond's wife (thereby mother to Arwen,
Elledan and Elrohir) and Celeborn and Galadriel's daughter. She departed over the sea before LOTR happened.
ch1- Celebrian gets married to Elrond
A/N: Review and when/if I take over the world you will be given any LOTR person you want. Except Haldir, Grima, Eomer, and
Faramir. They will be mine!!! and by the way, this chapter is only PG, but ch2 is why it's rated pg-13
Year 100 of the Third Age (2510 is when she departed)
'She is so young' Elrond thought as he looked at his soon-to-be wife from across the great hall. If she had been a human, he would
have thought her not a day older than 16. She also looked visably nervous. This in itself was rare enough for an elf, but on top of that,
she was- no, had been- crying. He saw her turn to her father, Lord Celeborn.
"Ada- I don't think I can do this. I have never even met him" she looked close to crying again.
"You will, my dear daughter, you will" he embraced her gently.
"Celeborn, stop that. She is not a elfling. She is almost a thousand years old." Galadriel stretched the truth. Celebrian was only 904,
but she was a very mature elf, and old enough to handle marriage. Galadriel had no sympathy for her whatsoever. Celeborn let go of
his daughter. On the other side of the room, Elrond whispered to Thranduil.
"She's just a young maiden"
"She is very pretty."
"I do not know...I feel as if I am sort of, what the expression? Robbing the cradle?"
Thranduil smiled. "Elrond, my old friend. You have most likely known many women in your time. You are not the one who should be
nervous"
"I am not nervous, King Thranduil." Elrond said icily. He was not too nervous. More guilty than anything. He did not deserve this
beautiful daughter of Lórien.
"Oh by Valar, he's looking at me!" Celebrian buried her face in her hands. Galadriel grabbed her daughter by the shoulders and
Celebrian unwillingly looked up at her mother.
" Calm yourself. You are making a bad impression as an immature child. Now, straighten up and be good." Celebrian nodded and
Celeborn looked disapprovingly at Galadriel. He often wondered if she truly has no feelings for their daughter, or if it was just a facade
that she wore for everyone else's good. If so, she has no idea what this was doing to Celebrian. Celebrian and Celeborn had often
talked about Galadriel. Celeborn told Celebrian that Galadriel loved her, not even knowing if this was true. Celebrian, in all her years
had never known love.
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The wedding was over. It had been very normal and elf-like. No one had showed any emotion, unless you count glares from Galadriel
to Celebrain. The worst of the glares came when, at the end of the ceremony, Elrond kissed her. Celebrain's body had visibly
stiffened. Elrond's kiss had been gentile and swift- the girl was thankful for that.
"We finally get a chance to speak, lady Celebrian of Imladris" Elrond looked at her with an new interest. He would have to get to know
her if they were to be at all happy in this marriage.
"Y-Yes, my lord Elrond". Celeborn threw his daughter an encouraging look before leaving her and her new husband in the very same
place the council of Elrond would take place many years in the future.
"Tell me of yourself."
"There is not much to tell, my lord"
"Yes, there is. Tell me of yourself. And start from the beginning. I do not even know your age. The only think I know of you is your
name."
"Well, I am 904 years of age, my lord. I have lived in Lothlorien all of my life." There was an awkward silence. She did not seem to
have much to say, so Elrond changed the subject.
"When I kissed you today, it was hardly difficult to notice that you stiffened up. Do you wish to explain?"
"I am sorry if I offended you, my lord, but I have only kissed one other man before. I was...slightly nervous."
Elrond looked at her face closely. Se was beautiful, truly beautiful. He reached out and ran his long fingers down her cheek. She
jumped, but did not move away. She had mentally prepared herself for this and did not allow herself to show her emotions. Alas, if this
could only be the attractive Galadrim she had so admired. She had not been in love with the archer, but more then attracted, but still, to have
this aged, strange elf touching her was not at all what one dreams about.
"I'll admit I was not willing to be married, my lady. I was afraid of who you may be. But I see now that it is not too bad. You seem like
a very nice girl" Elrond smiled at her.
"Thank you. I too was worried that you might be..." she trailed of. She did not wish to say what she had been thinking. Forceful..."an
uninteresting person, m'lord"
"Do I seem interesting now?"
"Yes" The chatting went on and on.
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"Are you sure about this, Galadriel?" Celeborn asked as he watvhed his wife brush her hair.
"About what?" she said irritably
"Celebrian"
"I grow tired of your games Celeborn." The brush went on the table and she turned around. "What about her?"
"Do you think it was a good idea to marry he off like that?"
"By the Valar, Celeborn, of course it was! She's almost a thousand years old!"
"But what if she found true love?"
"Reality, Celeborn. 'True Love' does not happen in real life."
Celeborn looked wounded this comment, but Galadriel had already blown out the only candle in the room, and quickly fell asleep.
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Celebrian braced her arm on the edge of the bed, trying to keep from falling off. Elrond looked over at her. He quickly realized what
was wrong. He should have anticipated this earlier.
"Lady, you may lie ion/i the bed if you wish"
"I am fine" Her voice was tight and constricted
"Lady Celebrian, why do you fear me as such? I will not hurt you. Forget not, that I was thrust into this marriage as hastily and almost as afraid as you. I, luckily, did not have to leave my home. Do not fear me, Lady. I shall not even touch you if it makes you
uncomfortable." He looked directly into her eyes to validate what he had just said. " I like you very much, and I will not harm you,
mentally, physically, or otherwise"
"But will you not want an heir for your kingdom?"
"Yes, but we are elves, do not forget- immortal. If you do not wish to make love to me for a year, fine! A hundred years? Fine! An
millennia, an age, it matters not. I am in so rush, my lady"
Celebrian closed her eyes. "Thank you" she began to drift off to sleep. After several minutes of screne silence, Elrond asked her
quietly; "May I hold you while you sleep?"
The reply was the half-asleep "mmm" of a half-asleep person. Elrond wrapped his arms around Celebrian and pulled her close. She
was not expecting to feel so warm, happy and safe.
But she did.
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Celebrian awoke and slipped out of bed. She brushed her hair, washed up and changed her clothes. She returned to her room Elrond was there and ready for the day as well. He took her hand.
"Come. We must bid some people farewell ere they leave. Then I must introduce you to some of my folk." Hence they wandered out of the house, to the very edges of Rivendell. Her parents and their people were there, as well as King Thranduil and his people.
Thranduil came over first. "My lord, my lady" he bowed winked at Elrond. "Good Luck" and then turned to Celebrian. "Namarie"
"Namarie" Both replied. Thranduil leapt up on his horse with a swagger and style that was passed on to his son, Legolas. "Have a good few hundred years, till I see you next, Elrond! Noro Lim, Rokko"
The Lord and Lady of Lórien approached them next. Celeborn embraced his daughter. She hugged him back. "Goodbye, my daughter" he sighed.
"Namarie, Lord Elrond, Lady Celebrian" Galadriel said solemnly. They left. Upon looking at her, Elrond realized she was holding back tears.
"Come, my lady" He said gently. He led her toward the heart of Rivendell. "Ah, Glorfindel!" He exclamed as he saw the raven-haired elf.
"Elrond! Haven't gotten to talk to you for two days, my friend!" he grinned brodly.
"I know. I saw you at the wedding, but I obvesly couldnt say hello" Elrond almost smiled at the brave warrier. "As you know, this is my wife, Celebrian."
"Pleased to meet you my lady. I'm Glorfindel, warrier of Rivendell. I do hope you like it here."
"I think I will."
"Salebeth! Gloradair! Come hither!" The two elves obliged. "This is Salebeth, and this is Glordair, two of my finest counclers. Salebeth, Glordair,this is my wife, Lady Celebrian." The elves greeted each other politley.
"Come, my lady. I must show your around Rivendell, so you do not get lost" Elrond took her hand as he started pointing things out.
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A/N
Crikey, that was an awful ending!!! *gets down on her knees and begs* Please, review! Give some encouragement to a poor, starving author!!! Even Flames would be lovley!!! Ch2 up soon, if you care. That one has haldir in it...yay!
Author: SpriteJessa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. Tolkien's, you see. I'm just borrowing it. I'll return them all intact when I am done. Or maybe not so intact, but
Who cares about technicalities?
Summery: Celebrian's life. Sweet, Angsty, romantic, and just about everything else. She was Elrond's wife (thereby mother to Arwen,
Elledan and Elrohir) and Celeborn and Galadriel's daughter. She departed over the sea before LOTR happened.
ch1- Celebrian gets married to Elrond
A/N: Review and when/if I take over the world you will be given any LOTR person you want. Except Haldir, Grima, Eomer, and
Faramir. They will be mine!!! and by the way, this chapter is only PG, but ch2 is why it's rated pg-13
Year 100 of the Third Age (2510 is when she departed)
'She is so young' Elrond thought as he looked at his soon-to-be wife from across the great hall. If she had been a human, he would
have thought her not a day older than 16. She also looked visably nervous. This in itself was rare enough for an elf, but on top of that,
she was- no, had been- crying. He saw her turn to her father, Lord Celeborn.
"Ada- I don't think I can do this. I have never even met him" she looked close to crying again.
"You will, my dear daughter, you will" he embraced her gently.
"Celeborn, stop that. She is not a elfling. She is almost a thousand years old." Galadriel stretched the truth. Celebrian was only 904,
but she was a very mature elf, and old enough to handle marriage. Galadriel had no sympathy for her whatsoever. Celeborn let go of
his daughter. On the other side of the room, Elrond whispered to Thranduil.
"She's just a young maiden"
"She is very pretty."
"I do not know...I feel as if I am sort of, what the expression? Robbing the cradle?"
Thranduil smiled. "Elrond, my old friend. You have most likely known many women in your time. You are not the one who should be
nervous"
"I am not nervous, King Thranduil." Elrond said icily. He was not too nervous. More guilty than anything. He did not deserve this
beautiful daughter of Lórien.
"Oh by Valar, he's looking at me!" Celebrian buried her face in her hands. Galadriel grabbed her daughter by the shoulders and
Celebrian unwillingly looked up at her mother.
" Calm yourself. You are making a bad impression as an immature child. Now, straighten up and be good." Celebrian nodded and
Celeborn looked disapprovingly at Galadriel. He often wondered if she truly has no feelings for their daughter, or if it was just a facade
that she wore for everyone else's good. If so, she has no idea what this was doing to Celebrian. Celebrian and Celeborn had often
talked about Galadriel. Celeborn told Celebrian that Galadriel loved her, not even knowing if this was true. Celebrian, in all her years
had never known love.
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The wedding was over. It had been very normal and elf-like. No one had showed any emotion, unless you count glares from Galadriel
to Celebrain. The worst of the glares came when, at the end of the ceremony, Elrond kissed her. Celebrain's body had visibly
stiffened. Elrond's kiss had been gentile and swift- the girl was thankful for that.
"We finally get a chance to speak, lady Celebrian of Imladris" Elrond looked at her with an new interest. He would have to get to know
her if they were to be at all happy in this marriage.
"Y-Yes, my lord Elrond". Celeborn threw his daughter an encouraging look before leaving her and her new husband in the very same
place the council of Elrond would take place many years in the future.
"Tell me of yourself."
"There is not much to tell, my lord"
"Yes, there is. Tell me of yourself. And start from the beginning. I do not even know your age. The only think I know of you is your
name."
"Well, I am 904 years of age, my lord. I have lived in Lothlorien all of my life." There was an awkward silence. She did not seem to
have much to say, so Elrond changed the subject.
"When I kissed you today, it was hardly difficult to notice that you stiffened up. Do you wish to explain?"
"I am sorry if I offended you, my lord, but I have only kissed one other man before. I was...slightly nervous."
Elrond looked at her face closely. Se was beautiful, truly beautiful. He reached out and ran his long fingers down her cheek. She
jumped, but did not move away. She had mentally prepared herself for this and did not allow herself to show her emotions. Alas, if this
could only be the attractive Galadrim she had so admired. She had not been in love with the archer, but more then attracted, but still, to have
this aged, strange elf touching her was not at all what one dreams about.
"I'll admit I was not willing to be married, my lady. I was afraid of who you may be. But I see now that it is not too bad. You seem like
a very nice girl" Elrond smiled at her.
"Thank you. I too was worried that you might be..." she trailed of. She did not wish to say what she had been thinking. Forceful..."an
uninteresting person, m'lord"
"Do I seem interesting now?"
"Yes" The chatting went on and on.
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"Are you sure about this, Galadriel?" Celeborn asked as he watvhed his wife brush her hair.
"About what?" she said irritably
"Celebrian"
"I grow tired of your games Celeborn." The brush went on the table and she turned around. "What about her?"
"Do you think it was a good idea to marry he off like that?"
"By the Valar, Celeborn, of course it was! She's almost a thousand years old!"
"But what if she found true love?"
"Reality, Celeborn. 'True Love' does not happen in real life."
Celeborn looked wounded this comment, but Galadriel had already blown out the only candle in the room, and quickly fell asleep.
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Celebrian braced her arm on the edge of the bed, trying to keep from falling off. Elrond looked over at her. He quickly realized what
was wrong. He should have anticipated this earlier.
"Lady, you may lie ion/i the bed if you wish"
"I am fine" Her voice was tight and constricted
"Lady Celebrian, why do you fear me as such? I will not hurt you. Forget not, that I was thrust into this marriage as hastily and almost as afraid as you. I, luckily, did not have to leave my home. Do not fear me, Lady. I shall not even touch you if it makes you
uncomfortable." He looked directly into her eyes to validate what he had just said. " I like you very much, and I will not harm you,
mentally, physically, or otherwise"
"But will you not want an heir for your kingdom?"
"Yes, but we are elves, do not forget- immortal. If you do not wish to make love to me for a year, fine! A hundred years? Fine! An
millennia, an age, it matters not. I am in so rush, my lady"
Celebrian closed her eyes. "Thank you" she began to drift off to sleep. After several minutes of screne silence, Elrond asked her
quietly; "May I hold you while you sleep?"
The reply was the half-asleep "mmm" of a half-asleep person. Elrond wrapped his arms around Celebrian and pulled her close. She
was not expecting to feel so warm, happy and safe.
But she did.
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Celebrian awoke and slipped out of bed. She brushed her hair, washed up and changed her clothes. She returned to her room Elrond was there and ready for the day as well. He took her hand.
"Come. We must bid some people farewell ere they leave. Then I must introduce you to some of my folk." Hence they wandered out of the house, to the very edges of Rivendell. Her parents and their people were there, as well as King Thranduil and his people.
Thranduil came over first. "My lord, my lady" he bowed winked at Elrond. "Good Luck" and then turned to Celebrian. "Namarie"
"Namarie" Both replied. Thranduil leapt up on his horse with a swagger and style that was passed on to his son, Legolas. "Have a good few hundred years, till I see you next, Elrond! Noro Lim, Rokko"
The Lord and Lady of Lórien approached them next. Celeborn embraced his daughter. She hugged him back. "Goodbye, my daughter" he sighed.
"Namarie, Lord Elrond, Lady Celebrian" Galadriel said solemnly. They left. Upon looking at her, Elrond realized she was holding back tears.
"Come, my lady" He said gently. He led her toward the heart of Rivendell. "Ah, Glorfindel!" He exclamed as he saw the raven-haired elf.
"Elrond! Haven't gotten to talk to you for two days, my friend!" he grinned brodly.
"I know. I saw you at the wedding, but I obvesly couldnt say hello" Elrond almost smiled at the brave warrier. "As you know, this is my wife, Celebrian."
"Pleased to meet you my lady. I'm Glorfindel, warrier of Rivendell. I do hope you like it here."
"I think I will."
"Salebeth! Gloradair! Come hither!" The two elves obliged. "This is Salebeth, and this is Glordair, two of my finest counclers. Salebeth, Glordair,this is my wife, Lady Celebrian." The elves greeted each other politley.
"Come, my lady. I must show your around Rivendell, so you do not get lost" Elrond took her hand as he started pointing things out.
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A/N
Crikey, that was an awful ending!!! *gets down on her knees and begs* Please, review! Give some encouragement to a poor, starving author!!! Even Flames would be lovley!!! Ch2 up soon, if you care. That one has haldir in it...yay!