He walked out onto the balcony and drew in a deep breath; the party was far too crowded for his liking. Elrond looked up at the moon with a sad expression, "Celebrian…" He whispered, wondering if his late wife could hear him. He let out a depressed sigh and placed his head in his hands; had it not been for Arwen, Elladan, and Elrohir, he might have just faded with his wife. Sometimes he would think selfishly, wishing he had faded alongside his wife, but he knew better…He knew there was a reason he did not fade that day.
Lord Elrond was oblivious to the figure standing in the garden just beneath the balcony, taking in the beauty of the blossoms in the moonlight; but Lady Galadriel was not. The Lady of the Wood approached the Lord of Imladris and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I know you miss her…We all do." She turned her pale face upon the moon and let its rays caress her ageless face, "Elrond Peredhil…Do you want to know the reason you did not pass?" Her icy blue eyes locked onto his. Elrond simply nodded, too entranced to speak.
Galadriel smiled down at the garden, "The Valar looked upon you that day and realized you did not truly have a chance at love." She paused and her eyes met his again, "They decided to give you a second chance." She motioned toward the enchanting elleth who was sitting on the bench below. He stared at her for a few moments before following her gaze into the garden. He inhaled sharply; the woman in the garden was absolutely…enticing. Her pale skin was glowing underneath the moonlight, and her onyx hair was blowing gently in the wind. All his breath left him as his blue eyes clashed with her forest green ones.
He felt his eyes wandering lower, following her long slender neck. His eyes had just made it to the tops of her clothed breasts when he remembered that the grandmother of his children was beside him. "Who is she?" His jaw twitched at the sound of his hoarse voice.
The Lady seemed unfazed by his…improper attitude and simply smiled, "If you want to know…why don't you just ask her?" She picked up the bottoms of her white gown and made her way back inside, leaving Elrond. The elf looked back down toward the elleth and almost moaned as he met her piercing gaze. His legs started moving toward the doors without even thinking about it; he had to see her, touch her.
He stopped a few feet away from her, unsure of how to approach her. "Lord Elrond." Her voice caressed his ears, causing him to shiver involuntarily. Elrond watched as the maiden bowed slightly, allowing him a short view of her cleavage. He internally groaned, embarrassed by his naughty thoughts. He quickly snapped out of them as she came closer to him, bringing the smell of jasmines and tea with her. Taking a deep breath, he tried to engrain the smell into his memory. He gazed upon her face, amazed at her beauty, "What is your name lirimaer?"
She smiled up at him shyly, "Arassiel, my Lord. I hail from Lothlorien." He noticed that she held her head downwards, a sign of submission. He placed a gentle finger under her chin and lifted her face to look at him, "Arassiel." He murmured to himself, "A lovely name for a lovely creature." He removed his hand from her face and held his arm out to her, "Would you like a tour of the garden, Arassiel?" She smiled at him, linking her arm with his, "Of course my Lord."