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 7: The Wind and the Trees
For the three weeks of Celebrian's stay, the two of us spent every spare moment in 'our' garden together. It never got farther than kissing. We both wanted more, but we knew that was out of the question.
The night that we said goodbye, we discussed our future.
"I won't marry anyone else, soldier boy," Celebrian said quietly, but *extremely* firmly.
"You may not have a choice, my love," I reminded her. "Your parents will not be pleased with the way things turned out."
Celebrian pondered that for a moment. "Mother will side with me. Father's the hard one." She sighed. "If I get Mother, than it shouldn't be too difficult to talk father around. Shouldn't take us more than a century or two."
"I don't want to wait that long!"
Celebrian smiled. "Silly, impatient Elrond. We have to, if we want to be together ever."
I swallowed hard. "I know, love. I truly wish we didn't have to wait so long."
Her smile faded, and she caressed my cheek. "I, too, wish this was not necessary. But it is."
I caught her hand. "Lady-love, I-"
She pressed her fingers against my lips. "Not yet, soldier boy. Not yet." She trailed off. "Soldier boy." That old name seemed to carry so much love.so much hope and desire.her nickname for me was so hard to deny.but I had to. I had to. She leaned up and kissed me.
When we pulled away, I spoke again. "You are my wind."
She looked up at me, her sweet blue eyes filled with love and joy. "And you are the trees through which I blow."
"And someday, my love." I trailed off.
"Someday, I'll find you again."
One last kiss, and she was gone.
* * *
Dec. 12, Year 14, Third Age
To My Trees-
The lady is with us. The lord-father has yet to be convinced, but we are working on it. Someday, I'll blow his defenses down. -Wind
* * *
Aug. 24, Year 34, Third Age
Lady Wind-
Our lord-uncle leaves in only a year. Perhaps that will help with the lord-father. -Your Trees
* * *
Jan. 3, Year 49, Third Age
To My Trees-
We almost have the lord-father. Give us perhaps a half century, no less, but no more than a full century. His defenses aren't strong enough to withstand my wind! -Wind
* * *
May 8, Year 72, Third Age
Lady Wind-
Your letters bring me joy that I find rarely in my role as the tallest tree in this forest. How long will it be before I feel again your tender touch? -Your Trees
* * *
Sept. 18, Year 95, Third Age
To My Trees-
The sun is shining today, warming my breezes. We are close. Be ready. -Wind
* * *
Oct. 23, Year 108, Third Age
To Lord Elrond of Rivendell from Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien; greetings:
We express our deep regret at the untimely death of your late cousin, the Lord Gil-Galad of Rivendell. It is also our deep regret that the proposed cementing of the alliance between our glorious peoples, via the marriage of our daughter, Lady Celebrian, to your cousin, Lord Gil-Galad, was aborted by that untimely demise. We, therefore, propose that the proposed alliance marriage be reinstated, replacing your late-and highly lamented-cousin with you. The Lady Celebrian is willing, as are we all. Please send your response to us as soon as it can be done. By our hand and seal, -Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien
* * *
March 2, Year 109, Third Age
To My Trees-
Two weeks. -Wind
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 7: The Wind and the Trees
For the three weeks of Celebrian's stay, the two of us spent every spare moment in 'our' garden together. It never got farther than kissing. We both wanted more, but we knew that was out of the question.
The night that we said goodbye, we discussed our future.
"I won't marry anyone else, soldier boy," Celebrian said quietly, but *extremely* firmly.
"You may not have a choice, my love," I reminded her. "Your parents will not be pleased with the way things turned out."
Celebrian pondered that for a moment. "Mother will side with me. Father's the hard one." She sighed. "If I get Mother, than it shouldn't be too difficult to talk father around. Shouldn't take us more than a century or two."
"I don't want to wait that long!"
Celebrian smiled. "Silly, impatient Elrond. We have to, if we want to be together ever."
I swallowed hard. "I know, love. I truly wish we didn't have to wait so long."
Her smile faded, and she caressed my cheek. "I, too, wish this was not necessary. But it is."
I caught her hand. "Lady-love, I-"
She pressed her fingers against my lips. "Not yet, soldier boy. Not yet." She trailed off. "Soldier boy." That old name seemed to carry so much love.so much hope and desire.her nickname for me was so hard to deny.but I had to. I had to. She leaned up and kissed me.
When we pulled away, I spoke again. "You are my wind."
She looked up at me, her sweet blue eyes filled with love and joy. "And you are the trees through which I blow."
"And someday, my love." I trailed off.
"Someday, I'll find you again."
One last kiss, and she was gone.
* * *
Dec. 12, Year 14, Third Age
To My Trees-
The lady is with us. The lord-father has yet to be convinced, but we are working on it. Someday, I'll blow his defenses down. -Wind
* * *
Aug. 24, Year 34, Third Age
Lady Wind-
Our lord-uncle leaves in only a year. Perhaps that will help with the lord-father. -Your Trees
* * *
Jan. 3, Year 49, Third Age
To My Trees-
We almost have the lord-father. Give us perhaps a half century, no less, but no more than a full century. His defenses aren't strong enough to withstand my wind! -Wind
* * *
May 8, Year 72, Third Age
Lady Wind-
Your letters bring me joy that I find rarely in my role as the tallest tree in this forest. How long will it be before I feel again your tender touch? -Your Trees
* * *
Sept. 18, Year 95, Third Age
To My Trees-
The sun is shining today, warming my breezes. We are close. Be ready. -Wind
* * *
Oct. 23, Year 108, Third Age
To Lord Elrond of Rivendell from Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien; greetings:
We express our deep regret at the untimely death of your late cousin, the Lord Gil-Galad of Rivendell. It is also our deep regret that the proposed cementing of the alliance between our glorious peoples, via the marriage of our daughter, Lady Celebrian, to your cousin, Lord Gil-Galad, was aborted by that untimely demise. We, therefore, propose that the proposed alliance marriage be reinstated, replacing your late-and highly lamented-cousin with you. The Lady Celebrian is willing, as are we all. Please send your response to us as soon as it can be done. By our hand and seal, -Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien
* * *
March 2, Year 109, Third Age
To My Trees-
Two weeks. -Wind