The Soldier and the Princess
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings does not belong to me. JRR Tolkein has that happy pleasure. Had that happy pleasure. Anyway, the characters in this story do not belong to me. This is purely to please myself and those besides me who enjoy this sort of thing.
Author's Notes: This is an Elrond/Celebrian get-together, mainly from Elrond's point of view. If there are any complaints as to how this is done, ::coughcough, Elrond's relationship to Gil-Galad coughcough:: register them politely. Please. I got some slightly less-than-polite comments on my Galadriel/Celeborn fic, which is discontinued. As far as I know, this is an A/U. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Infuriating Cousins
I paced impatiently in my small room. My cousin, Gil-Galad, was leaning against the wall, seeming amused at my impatience.
"Why so impatient, cousin?" he asked, somewhat condescendingly. I don't know if it was because he was his father-my uncle's-heir, or if it was because of what my grandmother chose to do. Whatever the reason, he always treated me as if I was barely an insect in his eyes. Frankly, he could have his throne and his pure blood. I didn't give a damn.
I sighed and ceased pacing. "I don't know."
Gil-Galad blinked. He seemed shocked that one wouldn't know why one was feeling how one felt. Then he smiled, as one would smile at a child whose wits were addled. "Really, Elrond? And why is that?"
It took all of my self-control and discipline as a soldier to refrain from slapping him across the face. After all, he was my cousin, not to mention my prince. "I don't know, cousin. I wish I did."
My cousin shrugged. "As you will. Your impatience is not, however what I came to talk about." He made it seem as though I had broached the subject, when he had.
I sighed. "Then to what do I owe this honor, cousin?"
Gil-Galad began pacing. I refrained from commenting that he was doing exactly what he had reprimanded me for doing just a moment ago. To be sure, it was a veiled reprimand, but I could tell when my cousin disapproved. "Father wants me to marry."
I blinked in shock. I hadn't expected my uncle to broach this subject to my cousin so soon. "Marry, cousin? Who?"
"Some lady from Lorien, I forget her name."
I smiled inwardly at this. Just like my cousin to remember every detail of what went on at court, but not even recollect his own fiancée's name. I shrugged. "What do you intend to do about it?"
Gil-Galad sighed and flung himself into a chair, purely to stop himself from pacing-which he considered a "filthy human habit." "I don't know. Marry the girl, I suppose."
"Indeed? I thought you disliked the idea of matrimony."
"I did-I do. But what other options are there?"
I walked over to him, my eyes glittering wickedly. "You could.run away with the scullery maid!"
Despite himself, my cousin laughed. "Not an option, Elrond."
"I know. But you shouldn't pout. It's undignified."
Gil-Galad rolled his eyes. "You're one to talk about dignity, Elrond. Imagine you, the nephew of the king, living in a barracks as a common soldier!"
I sighed. My cousin and I had been over this a thousand times. "I am content with being a soldier. I think of it as my contribution to our society. After all, you're the one who shall be king when your father chooses to leave Middle Earth. Not me. ((A/N: HA! That's what you think.)) I am content in my role as your general."
Gil-Galad shook his head. "You may be equivalent in rank to a general, but you treat yourself as a low-ranking archer. Why?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. I guess it's just the way I am."
"I don't understand why," Gil-Galad said. He stood up. "I must be going. I'm going to attempt to convince Father to put off the wedding for at least a century."
As I watched my cousin go, I wondered who this mysterious fiancée could possibly be. I shook my head. I, too, had no intention of matrimony, now or ever.
But that was before I met Celebrian.
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings does not belong to me. JRR Tolkein has that happy pleasure. Had that happy pleasure. Anyway, the characters in this story do not belong to me. This is purely to please myself and those besides me who enjoy this sort of thing.
Author's Notes: This is an Elrond/Celebrian get-together, mainly from Elrond's point of view. If there are any complaints as to how this is done, ::coughcough, Elrond's relationship to Gil-Galad coughcough:: register them politely. Please. I got some slightly less-than-polite comments on my Galadriel/Celeborn fic, which is discontinued. As far as I know, this is an A/U. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Infuriating Cousins
I paced impatiently in my small room. My cousin, Gil-Galad, was leaning against the wall, seeming amused at my impatience.
"Why so impatient, cousin?" he asked, somewhat condescendingly. I don't know if it was because he was his father-my uncle's-heir, or if it was because of what my grandmother chose to do. Whatever the reason, he always treated me as if I was barely an insect in his eyes. Frankly, he could have his throne and his pure blood. I didn't give a damn.
I sighed and ceased pacing. "I don't know."
Gil-Galad blinked. He seemed shocked that one wouldn't know why one was feeling how one felt. Then he smiled, as one would smile at a child whose wits were addled. "Really, Elrond? And why is that?"
It took all of my self-control and discipline as a soldier to refrain from slapping him across the face. After all, he was my cousin, not to mention my prince. "I don't know, cousin. I wish I did."
My cousin shrugged. "As you will. Your impatience is not, however what I came to talk about." He made it seem as though I had broached the subject, when he had.
I sighed. "Then to what do I owe this honor, cousin?"
Gil-Galad began pacing. I refrained from commenting that he was doing exactly what he had reprimanded me for doing just a moment ago. To be sure, it was a veiled reprimand, but I could tell when my cousin disapproved. "Father wants me to marry."
I blinked in shock. I hadn't expected my uncle to broach this subject to my cousin so soon. "Marry, cousin? Who?"
"Some lady from Lorien, I forget her name."
I smiled inwardly at this. Just like my cousin to remember every detail of what went on at court, but not even recollect his own fiancée's name. I shrugged. "What do you intend to do about it?"
Gil-Galad sighed and flung himself into a chair, purely to stop himself from pacing-which he considered a "filthy human habit." "I don't know. Marry the girl, I suppose."
"Indeed? I thought you disliked the idea of matrimony."
"I did-I do. But what other options are there?"
I walked over to him, my eyes glittering wickedly. "You could.run away with the scullery maid!"
Despite himself, my cousin laughed. "Not an option, Elrond."
"I know. But you shouldn't pout. It's undignified."
Gil-Galad rolled his eyes. "You're one to talk about dignity, Elrond. Imagine you, the nephew of the king, living in a barracks as a common soldier!"
I sighed. My cousin and I had been over this a thousand times. "I am content with being a soldier. I think of it as my contribution to our society. After all, you're the one who shall be king when your father chooses to leave Middle Earth. Not me. ((A/N: HA! That's what you think.)) I am content in my role as your general."
Gil-Galad shook his head. "You may be equivalent in rank to a general, but you treat yourself as a low-ranking archer. Why?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. I guess it's just the way I am."
"I don't understand why," Gil-Galad said. He stood up. "I must be going. I'm going to attempt to convince Father to put off the wedding for at least a century."
As I watched my cousin go, I wondered who this mysterious fiancée could possibly be. I shook my head. I, too, had no intention of matrimony, now or ever.
But that was before I met Celebrian.