1. love
Was this love? she thought as Fëanor's eyes followed her. His mind burned, constantly forging ideas, smelting them, tempering them. She would not love a man who knew no other way of meeting minds but overpowering them, she decided, and refused him when he asked for a lock of her hair.
Was this love? she thought as Celebrimbor watched her in Eregion, his work-roughened hands closing over hers as he gave her the Elessar still warm from the forge. She would not love a man who lived in his grandfather's shadow, she decided, and refused him when he asked for her hand.
Was this love? she thought as she danced with Celeborn under the stars, only their fingertips touching – and she banished the question from her mind, along with all other suitors.
If this was not love, she did not think that she had any use for the emotion.
AN: Everything belongs to Tolkien, of course. These drabbles are from general prompts at Tolkien's Realm on livejournal, but I got a strong Galadriel vibe from them and so mine are going to be all about her. Warning: Silmarillion and Unfinished Tales refs have a strong tendency to sneak in here! Reviews and feedback of any sort would be awesome.