Day 25: Something about childhood
Cute little everyday moment with the Lorien family.
I wish Galadriel and Celeborn were my parents, mostly.
I feel like they would have been a really close family. Elves always cherish their children greatly, anyway, and Celebrían was their only child, so just based on that they would have been close. But also, I think Galadriel and Celeborn had both lost so many kin in the First Age that they were even closer to each other and to Celebrían than they otherwise would have been, because they were all each other had. I think Galadriel and Celeborn would have been losing hope for a peaceful future after the War of Wrath, and then during the Second Age they began to hope for peace, had Celebrían, and were truly happy again.
And I think for Celebrían it was hard being the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn simply because they were so prestigious and high in elven-culture and so good at everything, so it put a lot of pressure on Celebrían as their daughter. But, being their daughter, she was also ultimately good at everything, so in the end she was fine.
Galadriel and Celebrían, I think, would have been really close, especially as she got older. And I think Celebrían was, along with Galadriel, one of the few who would always bring out Celeborn's soft side through his more seriousness.
"Galadriel?" Celeborn called silently from outside Celebrían's room.
"Come in quietly, she's asleep." Came her answer, and he opened the door, silently closing it behind him.
He smiled at the sight; Celebrían was curled up on Galadriel's lap in the armchair in her room, fast asleep. He moved silently across the room, settling on the armchair, and gently kissed Galadriel's brow when she looked up at him.
She looks so peaceful. He gently brushed a wave of silver hair out of Celebrían's face.
"She does. Did you ever think, during the First Age, that things would ever be this good for us again?"
"No."
He smiled, sadly. "So few of our kin survived the First Age… I just hope that we never have to go through that again. Or that if we do, she does not."
"So do I."
She sighed. "I worry it will end, and we'll be back to something terrible like Helcaraxë or the War of Wrath."
"Those days are over, meleth."
"I know."
She squeezed his hand gently when he took hers comfortingly."Ada?" Celebrían murmured, waking up.
"Yes, go to sleep Brí."
"No, you said you'd tell me a story! You promised, because you missed last night!" Celebrían tried desperately to wake herself up, and Celeborn chuckled."Please?" She begged, sitting up.
"Of course." He told her. "Perhaps a short one, though. What do you want to hear about? How about Beren and Lúthien? The Sun and the Moon? Thingol and Melian?"
"Can you tell me about Elwing and Eärendil?"
"Where did you learn of Elwing and Eärendil, darling?" Galadriel asked her.
"They just mentioned them in history recently and I wondered. You can take out the scary parts like you do with the other stories." Celebrían offered, and Celeborn laughed.
He and Galadriel tucked her in and Celeborn began the story, but Celebrían fell asleep before Celeborn even got to the elves settling in Sirion.
"ôl melui" Celeborn whispered and kissed her forehead. Sweet dreams.