Chapter 2: Celebrian
Celeborn softly pushed the heavy door of their chamber and stepped in
slowly. Arena, one of the healers, was holding his child while humming a soft lullaby. Celeborn approached them, eager to see his new offspring. Seeing her, his eyes lit with happiness. His daughter was truly beautiful, just as the midwife had said. Her eyes were the same blue of Galadriel's, but her hair was silver like his. Her Elven glow was stronger and more radiating than any babe Celeborn ever caught sight of, with the exception, perhaps, of Luthien.
"Celebrian," he whispered half-consciously, while rubbing the soft skin of her arm. He was suddenly aware that he had named her unintentionally. Well, he thought, I could ask Galadriel's opinion later on.
The Elf Lord turned to the sleeping form of his wife, lying helplessly on their bed. Celeborn could felt his heart sink at the vision of his wife. Galadriel's skin was bluish pale and her previous energetic mimic was replaced by exhaustion after her Life and Death struggle. Her eyes closed. One would have to look carefully at the slight movement of her breast to know that she was still alive.
Galadriel's eyelids fluttered as he approached, and whispered through her overtiredness, "Celeborn."
"Yes, my love," Celeborn quickly kneeled beside her and holding her hand.
"Where is our daughter? I want to see her." Celeborn rose and turned to
Arena, who gently handed his daughter to him. Celeborn tenderly carried her while feeling the warmth of his sleeping child in his arms. He had fallen in love with her at once, deeper than he could ever imagine. He rocked her gently ere giving her to Galadriel, who looked at her most lovingly.
Galadriel smiled while rocking her gently in her arms. Several moments
passed in silence before she said, "Our daughter is so lovely, isn't she?"
"Yes," Celeborn agreed. "Almost as beautiful as her mother."
"More beautiful than her father." She teased, exhausted but joyful. Their daughter slept peacefully in her mother's arms.
Celeborn returned her smile. "Rest now, you are tired. Arena will take care of her."
Galadriel nodded and handed their child to him, nuzzling her cheek on last time, obviously reluctant to give up the tiny wonder. Celeborn gave her to Arena and walked to the door when suddenly Galadriel spoke up, "Giving birth is not as bad as I thought. I think I can manage to give her some brothers and sisters."
Celeborn turned away quickly to hid his tears. The bad news would wait until Galadriel was strong enough.
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Thanks for woman of dunedain for making this fic so lovely to read.
Celeborn softly pushed the heavy door of their chamber and stepped in
slowly. Arena, one of the healers, was holding his child while humming a soft lullaby. Celeborn approached them, eager to see his new offspring. Seeing her, his eyes lit with happiness. His daughter was truly beautiful, just as the midwife had said. Her eyes were the same blue of Galadriel's, but her hair was silver like his. Her Elven glow was stronger and more radiating than any babe Celeborn ever caught sight of, with the exception, perhaps, of Luthien.
"Celebrian," he whispered half-consciously, while rubbing the soft skin of her arm. He was suddenly aware that he had named her unintentionally. Well, he thought, I could ask Galadriel's opinion later on.
The Elf Lord turned to the sleeping form of his wife, lying helplessly on their bed. Celeborn could felt his heart sink at the vision of his wife. Galadriel's skin was bluish pale and her previous energetic mimic was replaced by exhaustion after her Life and Death struggle. Her eyes closed. One would have to look carefully at the slight movement of her breast to know that she was still alive.
Galadriel's eyelids fluttered as he approached, and whispered through her overtiredness, "Celeborn."
"Yes, my love," Celeborn quickly kneeled beside her and holding her hand.
"Where is our daughter? I want to see her." Celeborn rose and turned to
Arena, who gently handed his daughter to him. Celeborn tenderly carried her while feeling the warmth of his sleeping child in his arms. He had fallen in love with her at once, deeper than he could ever imagine. He rocked her gently ere giving her to Galadriel, who looked at her most lovingly.
Galadriel smiled while rocking her gently in her arms. Several moments
passed in silence before she said, "Our daughter is so lovely, isn't she?"
"Yes," Celeborn agreed. "Almost as beautiful as her mother."
"More beautiful than her father." She teased, exhausted but joyful. Their daughter slept peacefully in her mother's arms.
Celeborn returned her smile. "Rest now, you are tired. Arena will take care of her."
Galadriel nodded and handed their child to him, nuzzling her cheek on last time, obviously reluctant to give up the tiny wonder. Celeborn gave her to Arena and walked to the door when suddenly Galadriel spoke up, "Giving birth is not as bad as I thought. I think I can manage to give her some brothers and sisters."
Celeborn turned away quickly to hid his tears. The bad news would wait until Galadriel was strong enough.
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Want me to continue?
Thanks for woman of dunedain for making this fic so lovely to read.
