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Elrond

He watched every stroke of the brush. He watched the champagne-coloured gems sparkle in the sunlight. The silver-golden hair shone bright golden. He distantly heard the birds chirp merrily, like they always did. He loved to hear them in the mornings, when he wanted some seclusion. But he did not want to be alone now.

The paintbrush stopped and Celebrían looked at him accusingly, both fine eyebrows pulled into a small frown. Elrond sat up a little straighter. Was he caught staring? He hoped not!

"Are you listening, my lord?" She demanded. Her earrings sparkled when she shook her head. She placed her brush in the holder by the easel. Elrond looked at it in dismay. His time was over. "My lord, you and the rest of your soldiers are precisely the same; handsome, bold, famous for their bravery on the field and yet your eyes glaze like glass when their female company so much as mentions dresses, hairstyles and jewellery." She rose up and ran her hands over her flowing white robes. She turned the easel towards him, his portrait half-finished. "What do you think?"

He was not looking at her painting. He was still staring at her when his tongue ran without any common sense.

"Beautiful," he blurted.

Celebrían blushed.


Author's Note:

Ah, love encased in a bud, ready to bloom.

(By the way, I just realized I passed 50 chapters. Yay me!)