While Celebrian was choosing her words, Elrond spoke up, "Imladris calls
me. I have been gone many times and too long for her good." Celeborn let
the words sink in and a flicker of every emotion he swore he had ever felt
crossed his face. One look at his daughter and he forced a smile.
"And with Imladris' Lord goes her Lady, of course." Celebrian looked wide eyed at her father. "When do you plan to leave?"
She stared at the railing a moment longer. "We were thinking within the next two weeks." Celeborn nodded his head and turned from them, an expression of anguish on his face.
"I'll go and tell your mother." He whispered.
Galadriel was brushing out her golden river of hair when Celeborn entered. She saw him in the mirror of her vanity, stood and held her arms out to him. Celeborn walked to them gratefully and wrapped his arms about her waist.
"Why did you go? Such a night of passion to wake in a cold bed." She whispered to him as she nuzzled his cheek.
"I wished for time to think." Galadriel lifted his face so that their eyes met and she stroked his cheek.
"About what."
"Would it be odd if I told you that I don't remember?" She pulled her husband a little closer.
"What is it, why do you seem as though the world is going to end?"
"Because it just did." He pulled her closer and buried his face in her shoulder. "The thought never occurred to me that they would leave. Well, it had that he would…just not that min tithen nín would go with him." Of all the things he was expecting, it was not Galadriel's laughter.
"Meleth nín, she will go but not forever. She, as everyone does, will return to the places and people she loves and, unless I'm mistaken, she seems quite fond of you." Celeborn leaned his head against his wife's.
"There's still time. I have the finest archers at my disposal…" Galadriel looked at him with a raised brow and all thoughts were cleared save a little voice screaming 'run!'
The time came before Celeborn even knew any had passed, that Celebrian would leave the fair woods of Lorien. He had had little time to spend with her mainly because she was so busy picking up her life and when she was, the half-elven was always there. So when the day came that she would leave, he was not certain of what to do or say or feel really. A numbness had gone over him, blocking out all and before he knew it, he was watching his little girl ride off by the side of the half-elven, surrounded by a substantial escort.
Once more, the Lord of Lothlorien slept little that night and he wound up sitting on the balcony's railing and watching the clouds swirl. He wondered where she was, what she was doing, if she had eaten enough and would sleep peacefully. The silly, stupid worries of a father over his daughter that was well over the age of a child. Yet…he felt the urge to journey to Imladris if for no other reason than to make sure she was alright and sing her to sleep if dreams would not come.
Celeborn sighed and, closing his eyes, leaned his head upon the beam next to him and wrapped his arms about his knees.
His voice, low and a little timid went out softly,
1 Thar amon, am celeb brethil
Hae ego o le
Im cen arnediad
2 Elenath síla thar
Ammen a ne thia
3 Ú iô nae o enni
He didn't finish the rest of the song, one that he had sung to Celebrian when she was young and he would have to journey from their home. She would cry and beg him not to go. He would hug her and hold her tightly as he sang to her. He wished he could do that now…
"The same stars shine over the both of you still, who is to say that she does not look upon them now and remember the same song?"
"She would be too busy to remember her father's foolish songs." Galadriel came and stood behind him, wrapping her arms about him.
"Stop worrying and moping, your attitude is contagious and I do not wish to suffer the effects of it." Celeborn made no reply save to take his head from leaning against the beam and place it upon his wife's arm.
Galadriel sighed. Celeborn did not move but his hand found that of his wife. Galadriel shut her eyes and sighed once more ere she opened them.
"Alright! In a few months, we will ride to visit our daughter!" Celeborn looked up and smiled, kissing his wife's cheek.
"Thank you."
There it is, chalk another one up. Reviews always appreciated.
Mn tithen nín-My little one
4
5 Thar amon, am celeb brethil
Hae ego o le
Im cen arnediad
6 Elenath síla thar
Ammen a ne thia
6.1 Ú iô nae o enni
Over hill, up silver tree
Far off from thee
I saw countless
Stars shine over
Us and you seemed
Not so far from me
Oh, and rarely is it that I do this, but I'm recommending a fic, sil-based and full off goodness! The Fate of Maglor, Prince of the Noldor, I'm liking it so far. Go…read:)
"And with Imladris' Lord goes her Lady, of course." Celebrian looked wide eyed at her father. "When do you plan to leave?"
She stared at the railing a moment longer. "We were thinking within the next two weeks." Celeborn nodded his head and turned from them, an expression of anguish on his face.
"I'll go and tell your mother." He whispered.
Galadriel was brushing out her golden river of hair when Celeborn entered. She saw him in the mirror of her vanity, stood and held her arms out to him. Celeborn walked to them gratefully and wrapped his arms about her waist.
"Why did you go? Such a night of passion to wake in a cold bed." She whispered to him as she nuzzled his cheek.
"I wished for time to think." Galadriel lifted his face so that their eyes met and she stroked his cheek.
"About what."
"Would it be odd if I told you that I don't remember?" She pulled her husband a little closer.
"What is it, why do you seem as though the world is going to end?"
"Because it just did." He pulled her closer and buried his face in her shoulder. "The thought never occurred to me that they would leave. Well, it had that he would…just not that min tithen nín would go with him." Of all the things he was expecting, it was not Galadriel's laughter.
"Meleth nín, she will go but not forever. She, as everyone does, will return to the places and people she loves and, unless I'm mistaken, she seems quite fond of you." Celeborn leaned his head against his wife's.
"There's still time. I have the finest archers at my disposal…" Galadriel looked at him with a raised brow and all thoughts were cleared save a little voice screaming 'run!'
The time came before Celeborn even knew any had passed, that Celebrian would leave the fair woods of Lorien. He had had little time to spend with her mainly because she was so busy picking up her life and when she was, the half-elven was always there. So when the day came that she would leave, he was not certain of what to do or say or feel really. A numbness had gone over him, blocking out all and before he knew it, he was watching his little girl ride off by the side of the half-elven, surrounded by a substantial escort.
Once more, the Lord of Lothlorien slept little that night and he wound up sitting on the balcony's railing and watching the clouds swirl. He wondered where she was, what she was doing, if she had eaten enough and would sleep peacefully. The silly, stupid worries of a father over his daughter that was well over the age of a child. Yet…he felt the urge to journey to Imladris if for no other reason than to make sure she was alright and sing her to sleep if dreams would not come.
Celeborn sighed and, closing his eyes, leaned his head upon the beam next to him and wrapped his arms about his knees.
His voice, low and a little timid went out softly,
1 Thar amon, am celeb brethil
Hae ego o le
Im cen arnediad
2 Elenath síla thar
Ammen a ne thia
3 Ú iô nae o enni
He didn't finish the rest of the song, one that he had sung to Celebrian when she was young and he would have to journey from their home. She would cry and beg him not to go. He would hug her and hold her tightly as he sang to her. He wished he could do that now…
"The same stars shine over the both of you still, who is to say that she does not look upon them now and remember the same song?"
"She would be too busy to remember her father's foolish songs." Galadriel came and stood behind him, wrapping her arms about him.
"Stop worrying and moping, your attitude is contagious and I do not wish to suffer the effects of it." Celeborn made no reply save to take his head from leaning against the beam and place it upon his wife's arm.
Galadriel sighed. Celeborn did not move but his hand found that of his wife. Galadriel shut her eyes and sighed once more ere she opened them.
"Alright! In a few months, we will ride to visit our daughter!" Celeborn looked up and smiled, kissing his wife's cheek.
"Thank you."
There it is, chalk another one up. Reviews always appreciated.
Mn tithen nín-My little one
4
5 Thar amon, am celeb brethil
Hae ego o le
Im cen arnediad
6 Elenath síla thar
Ammen a ne thia
6.1 Ú iô nae o enni
Over hill, up silver tree
Far off from thee
I saw countless
Stars shine over
Us and you seemed
Not so far from me
Oh, and rarely is it that I do this, but I'm recommending a fic, sil-based and full off goodness! The Fate of Maglor, Prince of the Noldor, I'm liking it so far. Go…read:)