Much as he tried, Celeborn could not help it. The half-elven was quickly
becoming Elrond to him. The more he journeyed to Lothlorien, the more
Celeborn came to know of him. Of course, the boiling hatred towards him
still existed because the more he came to Lorien, the closer he came to
Celeborn's daughter.
"I can see him as a fine elf and rarely is it that harming him comes to mind, save when he is with her." Celeborn said to his wife as they took an uncommon stroll through their woods just as dawn was breaking.
"Let them be Celeborn, they love each other and their love grows every time they are apart and every time they are reunited." Celeborn sighed as his wife looked at him, her clear eyes gazing straight to his soul.
"I wish…I wish I understood it as you do."
"As I do?" She asked with a raised brow.
"You've seen this all before, when I was intent upon courting you, how Finrod would have nothing of it." Galadriel looked to her feet for a moment as the memory of her lost brother stung her.
"Those were very different circumstances and if they chose to follow the path that we did," Celeborn's face became expressionless at the words, "Which I doubt they would, nothing bad could come of it, look at how our lives have come about." Celeborn was more troubled by her words than comforted as the thoughts that entered his mind sought to bring him to a state of insanity.
As he walked about his halls that night, Celeborn was unknowingly witness to a conversation that he should have been far removed from. He found that it happened to often when the lord of Imladris came to Lorien.
"It is getting harder to leave you, my love."
"Aye? And it was not hard before?" A soft laugh came from the Lord of Imladris.
"It was hard before, it is unbearable now."
"Every time I part from you, every day you must go attend to business here and be apart from me, every night you must go to sleep…apart from me, every time you cross the mountains…I am restless." Celeborn sensed something from the half-elven, like he had just made a palpable decision.
"Soon, I will ask soon."
Celeborn stayed long enough to see the two part ways as the half-elven left for his flet and Celebrian, for her room. Celeborn did not go to sleep that night as he became lost in a pensive state. Galadriel found him the next morning, sitting on the railing of their balcony, much as he had when he was far younger and they had newly taken up governing Lothlorien, staring out over the forest. He looked as though he had not moved in a long while, indeed, a sheen of dew covered him and sparkled in the new light.
"Celeborn?" Galadriel stood behind him and wrapped her arms about his shoulders. "Our bed was cold last night, why did you not come to sleep?" Celeborn did not look up as he continued to stare out with intensity over the forest.
"He will ask me…and I know not what I will say." He whispered. "Why I alone? You are as large a part of her life as I." Galadriel began to understand.
"It is not my approval he seeks because he knows he already has it." With that, she left him alone, but he soon followed, eager to make up for the missed night.
Celeborn did not see the half-elven, as he had taken once more to calling him, for the entire day as did no one else, even Celebrian. But after Celeborn had wished his daughter a good sleep and began walking to his own quarters, he was ambushed by him.
"Lord Celeborn, may I speak with you?" His voice was soft, fearful of any tongue lashings from the older elf.
"I believe you already are, but you may proceed if it suits you." This elicited a smile from the half-elven and he continued with a bit more ease.
"It concerns Celebrian…and I." Elrond waited for the Lord to say something but he merely stood staring down at him. "I…I love your daughter, I love the way she giggles when you amuse her, the way she refuses to be thought of as weak, of will or body. I love the way she lights up when she sees me…and I would have our lives like that forever." Those words came easily as they were truthful and heartfelt. A deep look of sadness came over Celeborn's face as he thought about the half-elvens last words.
"I would have had it forever too…" He said to himself but Elrond looked at him with confusion.
"I ask for your blessing." The words were simple and pleading.
"I…" He felt on the verge of crying, saying yes would mean that he was letting go, letting her slip away. Then he realized that the time for things came when it would and it was inevitable. It was time. "I give you my blessing." Elrond looked overjoyed. "But know this, half-elven, harm her and you will meet your fate, cruel and painful as I can make it, at my hands and not even the ever swaying hand of my wife will save you." Elrond did not seemed threatened by this as he replied.
"I would deliver myself to your hands if ever I hurt her."
Loved that one me'self, but if you think different or you agree, tell me!
Celeborns reaction to the wedding of his little girl, next chap.
"I can see him as a fine elf and rarely is it that harming him comes to mind, save when he is with her." Celeborn said to his wife as they took an uncommon stroll through their woods just as dawn was breaking.
"Let them be Celeborn, they love each other and their love grows every time they are apart and every time they are reunited." Celeborn sighed as his wife looked at him, her clear eyes gazing straight to his soul.
"I wish…I wish I understood it as you do."
"As I do?" She asked with a raised brow.
"You've seen this all before, when I was intent upon courting you, how Finrod would have nothing of it." Galadriel looked to her feet for a moment as the memory of her lost brother stung her.
"Those were very different circumstances and if they chose to follow the path that we did," Celeborn's face became expressionless at the words, "Which I doubt they would, nothing bad could come of it, look at how our lives have come about." Celeborn was more troubled by her words than comforted as the thoughts that entered his mind sought to bring him to a state of insanity.
As he walked about his halls that night, Celeborn was unknowingly witness to a conversation that he should have been far removed from. He found that it happened to often when the lord of Imladris came to Lorien.
"It is getting harder to leave you, my love."
"Aye? And it was not hard before?" A soft laugh came from the Lord of Imladris.
"It was hard before, it is unbearable now."
"Every time I part from you, every day you must go attend to business here and be apart from me, every night you must go to sleep…apart from me, every time you cross the mountains…I am restless." Celeborn sensed something from the half-elven, like he had just made a palpable decision.
"Soon, I will ask soon."
Celeborn stayed long enough to see the two part ways as the half-elven left for his flet and Celebrian, for her room. Celeborn did not go to sleep that night as he became lost in a pensive state. Galadriel found him the next morning, sitting on the railing of their balcony, much as he had when he was far younger and they had newly taken up governing Lothlorien, staring out over the forest. He looked as though he had not moved in a long while, indeed, a sheen of dew covered him and sparkled in the new light.
"Celeborn?" Galadriel stood behind him and wrapped her arms about his shoulders. "Our bed was cold last night, why did you not come to sleep?" Celeborn did not look up as he continued to stare out with intensity over the forest.
"He will ask me…and I know not what I will say." He whispered. "Why I alone? You are as large a part of her life as I." Galadriel began to understand.
"It is not my approval he seeks because he knows he already has it." With that, she left him alone, but he soon followed, eager to make up for the missed night.
Celeborn did not see the half-elven, as he had taken once more to calling him, for the entire day as did no one else, even Celebrian. But after Celeborn had wished his daughter a good sleep and began walking to his own quarters, he was ambushed by him.
"Lord Celeborn, may I speak with you?" His voice was soft, fearful of any tongue lashings from the older elf.
"I believe you already are, but you may proceed if it suits you." This elicited a smile from the half-elven and he continued with a bit more ease.
"It concerns Celebrian…and I." Elrond waited for the Lord to say something but he merely stood staring down at him. "I…I love your daughter, I love the way she giggles when you amuse her, the way she refuses to be thought of as weak, of will or body. I love the way she lights up when she sees me…and I would have our lives like that forever." Those words came easily as they were truthful and heartfelt. A deep look of sadness came over Celeborn's face as he thought about the half-elvens last words.
"I would have had it forever too…" He said to himself but Elrond looked at him with confusion.
"I ask for your blessing." The words were simple and pleading.
"I…" He felt on the verge of crying, saying yes would mean that he was letting go, letting her slip away. Then he realized that the time for things came when it would and it was inevitable. It was time. "I give you my blessing." Elrond looked overjoyed. "But know this, half-elven, harm her and you will meet your fate, cruel and painful as I can make it, at my hands and not even the ever swaying hand of my wife will save you." Elrond did not seemed threatened by this as he replied.
"I would deliver myself to your hands if ever I hurt her."
Loved that one me'self, but if you think different or you agree, tell me!
Celeborns reaction to the wedding of his little girl, next chap.