Chapter 4
Setting: Rivendell, 142 TA
Disclaimer: I am SpriteJessa. Does that even resemble Tolkein? No, it does
not. I am not the great Professor, and therefore do not own Lord of the
Rings or any of it's concepts/characters.
A/N: Thank you, reviewers!!! I love you all!!! If you haven't reviewed,
please do so. I need to know if this story is crap or not. or if I make
mistakes, or if you just don't like the way I'm doing Galadreil's
character. I just finished reading "Heart and Memory, Song of the Chained"
by 'Neon Star', and let me tell you, it is a really, really sad fic. Makes
me want to write some nice slave fic. You simply must read it.
My friends- Ah! This story is like screaming "I love Raras!!!" I've got
foreshadowing, flashbacks, literary devices sprinkled throughout. *shudder*
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"Lady Galadreil, welcome to Rivendell" Salebeth greeted the elven leaders.
"And to you as well, Lord Celeborn."
"Thank you, Salebeth. Where is Celebrian?" Celeborn asked.
"She is quite.busy " Salebeth smiled.
(meanwhile)
"Elladan, put your green tunic on, no that's gray! Elrohir, you don't wear
white leggings with that! Now, where's your hairbrush?"
"Elladan threw it out the window."
"I did not!"
"Stop arguing!" Celebrian screamed.
"Need some help, Celeb?" Glorfindel asked from the doorway to the twins
room.
"Yes, take Elladan, get him ready. And don't put his hair in a fishtail
braid, it makes him look like a Mirkwood elf"
"Yes, my lady" he mocked.
She glared at him. "I'll bet my parents are already here, and unless you
want to be explaining to the lady Galadreil why her grandsons aren't
ready."
"Gotcha" The twin elves were ready within a few minutes. Elrond swooped in
and picked up Elladan, Celebrian took Elrohir's hand.
"Ah, here they come now" Salebeth announced.
"Celebrian" Celeborn gave her a hug.
"Mae Govannen, Ada"
"It is good to see you again, Lord Celeborn" Elrond said.
"Mae Govannen, Ammë" Celebrian said shyly.
"Hello, Celebrian" said Galadreil. She knelt down next to Elrohir. "Who are
you?"
"Elrohir. Who are you?" he asked fearlessly.
" I am your grandmother" she stopped talking, but stared directly at him.
He stared back. Galadreil turned to Elladan.
"Mother, stop it, you are scaring him!"
"How do you do that?" Elladan breathed.
Elrond looked at the three blonde elves. Celeborn was watching Galadreil
closely, Celebrian looked like she was on the verge of tears, and Galadreil
was staring at Celebrian.
[Mother, don't do that to my children!]
Galadreil stood. [Do not tell me what to do.]
[Mother-]
[Don't you ever use your abilities?]
[No, I do not want my children or my husband to feel that their mind is not
their own]
[Fine]
"Well, then. Perhaps we should all go have lunch" suggested Elrond. They
all started walking. Celebrian saw Elladan's hair. It was in a fishtail
braid.
"I'm going to murder that elf. " She murmured.
[Who?]
"Glorfindel" Celebrian said clearly.
"What about Glorfindel, darling?" Elrond took her hand, ignoring the glare
he got from Celeborn.
"Oh, he just messed up Elladan's hair."
"I think it looks nice. Haldir started to wear his hair like that"
Galadreil put in.
"All the more reason to kill Glorfindel."
"Why do you hate Haldir so much, Celebrian?" Asked Celeborn.
"Long Story Ada"
"Here we are"
During lunch, Galadreil revealed her true intentions for being there.
"You see, Elrond, the Galadhrim are not as numerous as they used to be. We
are not getting any new members. I seek your council on this grave matter"
"Hmmm. did you try promoting it among your younger people? Elves in their
one and two hundreds are usually idealistic and will want the glory and
honor of defending Lothloren."
"I ought to try that"
"And, if you wish, I could send a few of my guards up for a while, until
you are up to your needed guards"
"Thank you very much"
"Not a problem, lady Galadreil. I do not think I will be too affected"
"Ammë?" Celebrian's son tugged at her sleeve.
" Yes, Elrohir?"
"Will Uncle Glorfy be leaving?"
Glorfindel, looked up. This thought had not occurred to him.
"No." Said Elrond firmly. "Glorfindel will not be leaving. I would never
send Glorfindel from my side."
(More Foreshadowing. This will be in ch6 or something.)
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After dinner, Every one but Celeborn and Glorfindel went into the parlor.
Glorfindel was going home, but Celeborn hunted him down.
"All right, I need your help"
"What?" Glorfindel was very confused.
"I need to ask you a few questions. I'm worried about my daughter. Is
Elrond treating her well? Is she happy here? Did she want to bear his
children?"
"Why.are you asking me this?"
"I cannot trust Elrond to give me an honest answer, or Celebrian"
"Oh. Well, Elrond treats her fine. He is an honorable elf. They certainly
seem happy together- they wake up in each other's arms in the morning. I
think that she has adjusted"
"Thank you Glorfindel! " He hugged him. "That's exactly what I wanted to
hear" he rushed off to join the others.
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"Grandmother?"
"Yes, Elladan?"
"What is Loren like?"
"It's a lot like Rivendell, just.brighter"
"Can I go there someday?"
"Yes, I suppose so, someday"
"That's where the great archers are from, the ones that uncle Glorfy told
us about. The Galad-Galad.." Elrohir struggled.
"The Galadhrim" Celeborn smiled.
"Yes, that's it. I want to be just like them someday" he smiled. Everyone
laughed.
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"Happy Birthday, Elladan. Happy Birthday, Elrohir" Celebrian shook them
gently to wake them.
"Five more minutes? " Begged Elrohir.
"We're four! We're four!" Elladan cheered.
At lunch, they had a cake. The boys each got a gift- The Illustrated Fall
of Gil-Galad for Elladan and A bow and arrow set for Elrohir who exclaimed
"Now I an be just like uncle Glorfy!
Celeborn and Galadreil left a few days later
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Celeborn and Galadreil left a few days later
***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~*** A/N Sorry so short! More soon. More of the story and more children. R&R!!!!!
