Disclaimer: I've added quite a few characters of my own (Celebrethil, Aredhel, Aeron, etc.), so don't flame me if I depart from canon a little. All I can say is, most of these characters belong to the old Profie Tolkien, and his genius was, is, and forevermore will be unrivalled.
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As bright Anar set in the west, Ereinion Gil-galad, High King of the Noldor, sat back in his chair, and let out a sigh of frustration. "By Elbereth! This is too much for me!" An amused laugh rang out from the doorway of the room. Ereinion turned to look at the owner of the voice, a tall, beautiful, silver-haired woman, and muttered, "Fine for you to laugh, gwilwileth! You aren't ruling one of the most contrary races in all of Elven history!" Celebrethil laughed again, a silvery peal of laughter that brightened the hearts of all those who heard it. She walked towards him, and gently laid her hands on his shoulders, kneading away the tension with skilled fingers. "You work too hard melethron. You need your rest." Ereinion shrugged. "I know, I know, melethril. It's just that there are so many treaties to form, and letters from people that I haven't even heard of, that I don't know where to start. And with you in the condition that you are," he placed his hand on Celebrethil's pregnant stomach, "I don't want to compromise the life of little Aredhel."
The silvery beauty smiled. "You need not worry about your daughter. She has a fëa to match that of Fëanor himself! She can easily take care of herself even in my womb." Ereinion laughed, a laugh that had not been heard for quite a while. "I think that the Noldor will have a fine queen one day. Which reminds me, I have to look over the laws of succession. I want to be sure that when Aredhel succeeds to her throne, her path shall be smooth." Celebrethil's face grew serious. "Why do you keep repeating that? You shall live out your days in peace and happiness like the rest of our kind." Ereinion turned to his wife. "My dreams have become more troubling lately. I cannot ignore them, they are too insistent. I know that my life will not be as long as that of my forefathers, but with the time that is left to me, I want to make sure that you and Aredhel are provided for." Celebrethil smiled. "First of all, you definitely need your rest. We can think about the future after that."
Ereinion grinned. "And how would you define rest, my Lady?," he said with a teasing glint in his eye. Celebrethil bent forward, brushing her lips against her husband's brow. She whispered, "Must you be so obdurate, my Lord? Now I understand why your people enjoy troubling you so. You are indeed amusing, melethron, when you grow angry." Ereinion smiled, and silently, the two made their way to the bed, making for a very restful night indeed. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Anar: the Sun
gwilwileth: butterfly
melethron: male lover
melethril: female lover
