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(Arrgh my spell checker keeps insisting Tolkien is supposed to be Tolkein. Every time I try to fix it my word processor crashes. Apparently Elrond is a real word but elven is not. I guess I'll have to put up with squiggly red lines.)
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Enclosed is the scene with Celebrian and the letter. I re-read Hopeless Union and realized I sort of said something there the indicated her parents wrote it sooo…
I do need to know where you want me to end this fic. 'Cause I can end it when Elrond and Celebrian get hitched (And spin off into a sequel), otherwise I'll have to keep going until Elrond makes it to the Havens. Your choice, I guess it just depends on how long you like your fics.
Also, I'm going to have to add some (gasp) original characters after awhile, and I need some good elvish names for them.
First, I need a name for Thranduil's oldest son (No its not Legolas)
Second, I need a name for Thranduil's Wife (No, I'm not making Celebrian marry him)
She's going to be blonde, but beyond that I don't have a backstory for her, so feel
free to send ideas along.
Thirdly, I need a good name for a male, elven child from Lothlorien with golden hair.
Feel free to send a review or e-mail me with your suggestion or support for a name.
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Had it been any other lady, Glorfindel would be in heaven. She was beautiful, a quick wit, and an avid learner. The only problem was that Elrond would kill him if he even thought Glorfindel had attempted anything.
Another problem was more pressing. Sharing Glorfindel's horse was greatly impeding their progress. For all he knew, Elrond could beat them back to Imladris at the rate they were going. Besides that, having her arms around his waist was disconcerting. He could only imagine how Elrond felt when they were alone in the woods together. While Celebrian would have been a wonderful dalliance for Glorfindel, he could see where she would be Elrond's other half.
"Where are we going?"
Glorfindel had to smile. She truly had been studying those maps. Always she could tell him exactly where they were, even in the dark. It boggled the mind. At least know he had an inkling of why Elrond had been so distant (All right, a gloomy, depressed, ball of wallowing self pity bent on a course of self destruction) for the past months.
"We are going to obtain a horse for you. There's a small village down this way. I can purchase you a horse from the stables there. It will make our trip much faster."
Celebrian nodded her assent and drifted off into memories as Glorfindel motioned his horse onward. A sadness settled on her heart as she considered what Elrond was going through right now. He had felt so much pain that she was loath to add to it, but now it was inescapable. She would just have to hope that he could forgive her for the ruse when he returned to his home.
The lady felt no sympathy for her parents. They had forced her into this marriage. She could not think on them with any kindness at the moment. Elrond was her other half. To deprive her of him meant to deprive her soul of its glory.
Though grey were his eyes and dark was his hair. Her heart burned with fire at the thought of him. His often pensive mood only drew her nearer to ecstasy, not closer to gloom.
In truth, she had not thought a kind word about her parents for ages it seemed. Not since her father had told her of their separation on herself from the Lord of Imladris.
It was bitter, she mused. She had thought it charming when her mother had offered to have her journey book rebound. The books had been very common with young elves for ages. They would jot down the descriptions of places they had seen, and how they had changed fifty years after they had first passed through.
Little did she know that her mother had taken that book to write a letter. A letter that would have, should have dammed her to a life without her half-elven lover.
No, she would not allow sympathy for her parents. Not now in any case.
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Elrond forgot how breathing seemed to be such a horrible task without Celebrian.
With a shaking hand he braided back all of his hair into a tight braid. There would be no softness today. There was no reason to frame his features. Let his face be as his soul without her, stark and barren, no soft wisps to change it.
Morbid though it was, he had felt a small pang of pleasure when Galadriel heard of her daughter's fall. Now she knew what it was like to be without her. She knew what Elrond had gone through. The months of anguish that the Golden Lady had subjected him through.
But, that pleasure would never replace the permanent anguish that clutched him. There would be no tears at the memorial service. He would give no-one in Lothlorien the satisfaction of seeing his human blood run in the form of crystal tears. His grief would be locked inside. At least until he left these cursed woods. Then he knew not what he would do.
He could cast himself down the same ravine. Then, he would be with her always. It was appealing.
He would have to give his ring to someone. He had no relative to entrust it to. No relative close enough or non-human. He supposed he could bequeath it to Glorfindel, although, he did not think his friend would handle his death and such responsibility so quickly.
He would have to prepare him for it. Yes, he would take a few months to ready Glorfindel, then he would cast himself into the only open arms he would ever have the pleasure of knowing. The arms of a chasm.
With a frown, he walked out of his room and to the ceremony. Un-welcome anywhere else in the gathering, he stood by Gandalf.
A curious thing he thought. Gandalf had not joined a search party. Though the wizard had blamed it on the fact that he arrived later than the other guests, Elrond doubted his reasons.
Naturally, Gandalf had not come till late in the afternoon. Only elves could attend an elvish wedding, but the reception was open to all species.
When he had arrived with Celeborn the previous day, he had stopped to speak with Gandalf. He was the only true friend that was near Elrond with Glorfindel returning to Imladris.
When he told of Celebrian's demise, Mithrandir had replied in the oddest way.
He had said, "Fate cannot be changed by the greatest of elves. What is meant to be will be. Those who seek to stop it pay a heavy toll. Their burden will not be eased until they choose the right path and make amends. Fate can cloud the greatest of eyes."
As the singing started, Elrond was jerked back to his dismal reality. The song was melancholy, dreary, dark foreboding, everything the song should be. But to Elrond's ears it seemed totally uninspired.
Where was the hint of her essence in the song? Were the musicians so shallow as to destroy her memory with a piece of sentimental drivel?
As Elrond's eyes scanned the crowd he spotted a living piece of drivel. Thranduil. If he could kill the elf, he would. Worthless son of a Dwarf! Some "friend" he had shown himself. First his worthless army couldn't fight, then Elrond had supported him when his father died. Then the quivering ball of gelatinous goo had dared to take Celebrian from him. Now, now he dared to look unhappy!
He wished he could lock Thranduil in a mine. A mine with lots and lots of dwarves. Infact… He could manage it. The dwarves liked Elrond. He was half human, which was better than being a whole elf. Plus, he was generally more open to their species than his other "Brethren."
He couldn't wait until this was over. He wanted to go home and wallow appropriately. He could not do that here. His tears would show weakness. They would kill him for having feelings when she was to be Thranduil's bride. Their words would pierce him. How dare a drop of Edain blood wish to mingle with that of the Lady Celebrian's.
Disgust fought with terror for dominance. Terror of being without her. Terror realized now that he would never see beauty again. There was no beauty in the world without her. There was nothing.
He was nothing.
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Celebrian was not happy. When Glorfindel arrived at the edge of town, he had told her to wait for him there. He said that the town was "slightly unsophisticated" and would more than likely not try to "affront her feminine virtues."
SO, she had waited. One hour later he had returned with a horse. But then, he had told her to come into town with him. Slightly annoyed she went with him.
He ushered her into the back door of a dingy shack. There was an old human woman there. She pushed Celebrian into a chair and told Glorfindel to wait outside.
The old Lady tsk'd a few times and then poured a whole bowl of something vile on Celebrian's head. Grabbing a hold of her silver locks the old crone rubbed the slime into each fiber of her hair before Celebrian could stop her.
"Wash it out in an hour deary" the old thing had cackled. "Oh, and give this to your charming companion." She said as she handed Celebrian a piece of parchement.
Now she was standing outside, ready to kill a certain Elf Lord.
"You look angered my Lady."
"YOU, YOU worthless, vile, insufferable…"
"Please, there are children about."
"What was that for?"
"That, was to ensure the happiness of Master Elrond. He cannot have a dead woman living at his house without her parents finding out. But, he can have an orphaned Elf who was staying with some lovely humans come to stay with him. The, ugh, stuff in your hair will turn it black, to cover your rather memorable hair color. AND, we have the whole trip to Imladris to perfect your story."
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A/N: I'll need an assumed name for Celebrian too.