The Soldier and the Princess
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings does not belong to me. JRR Tolkien 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. I also do not own the song "Enchantment Passing Through." That honor goes to Elton John and Tim Rice.
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 5: Daughter of the Forest
Ten years later, I paced back and forth in my room. Even after ten years, this new, larger, much fancier room in the palace didn't feel right. A page knocked on my door.
"Come in," I called.
The page entered and bowed-very low. I cast through my mind for the boy's name. Davelan.? No.Delevan.? No.Darevan. That was it. "Your Highness," he murmured, then waited for acknowledgement.
I sighed and rubbed my temples. *Damn* those pages and their formality! "I wish you wouldn't call me that, Darevan."
"Yes, Your Hi-I mean, milord the Prince."
I sighed again. It would have to do. "What is it, Darevan?"
"Milord the King wishes you to attend him in the formal audience hall, at once, milord the Prince."
"Did he say why?" I asked.
"Yes, milord the Prince. He wishes you to attend the formal greeting of the daughter of the Lord and Lady of Lorien."
I sighed yet again. "All right, I'm coming."
* * *
I walked into the formal audience hall and bowed for my uncle. "My lord?" I murmured. "You wished to see me?"
"Yes, nephew," my uncle said softly. He did everything softly, now. He had ever since Gil-Galad died ten years ago. All of his fire was gone. I glanced around surreptitiously, trying to find this unknown princess. I didn't see her. I forced myself to pay attention to my uncle. "I would like you to meet the Princess of Lorien."
"With all due respect, my Lord of Rivendell," a soft voice, a voice that I found vaguely familiar, said from behind my uncle, "my family does not see itself as royalty. We are more.children of the forest...no, that's not right.guardians of our forest would be the best interpretation. Therefore, I am no princess, my Lord."
"I apologize, my lady," my uncle said, looking highly chagrined. "Nephew, come forward." I did so. He beckoned to someone behind his throne. "I would like you to meet the former fiancé of your late cousin-may all the gods rest his soul. Nephew, Lady Celebrian of Lorien, the Daughter of the Forest. Lady Celebrian, my nephew, Lord Elrond of Rivendell."
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings does not belong to me. JRR Tolkien 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. I also do not own the song "Enchantment Passing Through." That honor goes to Elton John and Tim Rice.
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 5: Daughter of the Forest
Ten years later, I paced back and forth in my room. Even after ten years, this new, larger, much fancier room in the palace didn't feel right. A page knocked on my door.
"Come in," I called.
The page entered and bowed-very low. I cast through my mind for the boy's name. Davelan.? No.Delevan.? No.Darevan. That was it. "Your Highness," he murmured, then waited for acknowledgement.
I sighed and rubbed my temples. *Damn* those pages and their formality! "I wish you wouldn't call me that, Darevan."
"Yes, Your Hi-I mean, milord the Prince."
I sighed again. It would have to do. "What is it, Darevan?"
"Milord the King wishes you to attend him in the formal audience hall, at once, milord the Prince."
"Did he say why?" I asked.
"Yes, milord the Prince. He wishes you to attend the formal greeting of the daughter of the Lord and Lady of Lorien."
I sighed yet again. "All right, I'm coming."
* * *
I walked into the formal audience hall and bowed for my uncle. "My lord?" I murmured. "You wished to see me?"
"Yes, nephew," my uncle said softly. He did everything softly, now. He had ever since Gil-Galad died ten years ago. All of his fire was gone. I glanced around surreptitiously, trying to find this unknown princess. I didn't see her. I forced myself to pay attention to my uncle. "I would like you to meet the Princess of Lorien."
"With all due respect, my Lord of Rivendell," a soft voice, a voice that I found vaguely familiar, said from behind my uncle, "my family does not see itself as royalty. We are more.children of the forest...no, that's not right.guardians of our forest would be the best interpretation. Therefore, I am no princess, my Lord."
"I apologize, my lady," my uncle said, looking highly chagrined. "Nephew, come forward." I did so. He beckoned to someone behind his throne. "I would like you to meet the former fiancé of your late cousin-may all the gods rest his soul. Nephew, Lady Celebrian of Lorien, the Daughter of the Forest. Lady Celebrian, my nephew, Lord Elrond of Rivendell."