First Chap=Disclaimers.
Little She-Bear: Well, thanks for catching up on your reviews :) I have no problem with your Glomping Celeborn, but Galadriel might…
Isa: Welllllllll
Nuinred: Yeah, I understand that there are many different ways of seeing the Galadriel/Celeborn relationship. I just always saw Celeborn as the Elf behind the Queen sort of relationship.
SperryDee: I definitely think that all the elves will need psychiatrists when I'm done.
Cassie-Chan: Not to worry, Elrond will come along… eventually.
Arabella: Thanks!
Losse: Thanks for putting up with my rants ;)
Oooh, for those of you who asked, the first chapter of my Glorfindel fic will be up (hopefully) in a few days. It will be called "Fired Soul" (No not fired as in lost his job).
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With a sigh, Galadriel turned over in Celeborn's arms. She gently twisted some of his hair around her finger.
"I must admit, I did miss your affection." She smiled at him as she spoke.
"I am certain I could more than make up for that missing affection." He leaned down and brushed his lips against his wife's.
"Mmm. I do not think that I could live for long without you."
"Ah,yes. Imagine the pain of being separated from the one you love would be quite torturous."
Galadriel narrowed her eyes at her husband. "You are not very subtle."
"I do not wish to be. Truly, do you want to put up with her moping for the rest of her life? Dragging herself around like a bad fog? Let Elrond handle her. He likes wretched souls to look after."
"She would not be wretched around him."
"So, you want her to be miserable?"
"NO, and you know better than to think that."
"Galadriel, I know you want to keep her safe, but you cannot. If you keep her here, you will only succeed in making her hate you. How long do you think she will wait before she goes to him? How long before he brings his army to spirit her away? Inside, you want her to be happy. Realize that you cannot dictate her happiness."
"You wish me to release her to her fate of pain?"
"I wish her to be happy."
"I asked if you wished me to release her."
"Yes."
"Very well, you have given up much to be wed to me. I will yield in this matter only because of love, but I do not wish to see her demise."
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Glorfindel trudged ever slowly towards Elrond's room. Today was an official meeting day for the latest developments on Imladris. Inevitably, this meant a very long day in the presence of the grumpiest elf in Middle Earth. He was painfully aware of the sound of his boots scraping along the floor, trying to savor the last of his good humor.
He pushed the door open as slowly as possible. Inside, Elrond was randomly tossing important papers in a bag. His sword was lying on his desk and another bag was lying at his feet.
"Glorfindel! You must hurry, pack a bag and meet me down at the stables!"
Glorfindel quaked inwardly, Elrond had finally lost it. Moody was one thing, but manically happy was a sure sign of insanity in the case of the Lord of Imladris.
"May I ask where we are going?" Secretly Glorfindel prayed that they weren't going to Mordor to jump in the fires or something.
"Lorien."
Oh, joy. At least if they had gone to Mordor there would have been a chance of survival.
"Should I ready some soldiers?"
"No, they won't be needed until later."
They were going to secret Celebrian out of Lorien AGAIN? Oh Elbreth, Elrond had really lost it.
"I should just saddle an extra horse then?"
Elrond glanced up confused. "Why? Are you packing extra luggage?"
"For Celebrian."
"Why would she need one?"
Glorfindel looked stricken. What was Elrond going to do?
"Elrond, why exactly are we going to Lorien?"
Elrond stopped shuffling papers and looked at Glorfindel. "We're going to see Celebrian. Why else would I be going?"
"Didn't Galadriel forbid you from getting within earshot of her or her daughter?"
Enlightenment dawned on Elrond. He had been so deliriously happy when Glaladriel sent him an invitation to dinner that he'd blocked everything else from his mind.
A smile crossed his lips. "I have received the most wonderful invitation for dinner. Galadriel wishes me to be her guest."
"Are you certain she doesn't have some trolls or orcs or some other thing captive that wishes to feed you to?"
"Very funny my friend. Besides, why do you think you're coming along?"
"My irresistible wit?"
"Let's just say that as a valiant fighter of Balrogs, I think you might come in handy if need be."
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Glorfindel was certain that if Galadriel did indeed have orcs hidden in Lorien, he would gladly feed Elrond to them. He had discovered something worse than a gloomy, depressed Elrond. That was a happy and hyper Elrond.
Though no elf's singing could ever be called anything less than beautiful, there comes a point where one just can't take another joyful love song. He was beginning to wonder if that was why women kissed you when you sang to them. It was not because they were moved, but rather because they wanted to shut you up.
With a devious smile he suggested that they not stop for lunch but rather continue on and rest their horses when they reached Galadriel's city. The sooner he pawned the love sick elf off on Celebrian, the better.
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Celebrian took a deep breath. Her mother had been looking for her for over three hours now. She had hoped that she could just avoid talking to her, but she had been insistent in her pursuit. Grudgingly, she stepped towards her mother.
"You were looking for me?"
"Do not play coy with me Celebrian. You know full well I was looking for you. It does not matter to you, I suppose, that we are having important guests tonight?"
Celebrian sighed. "I did not know any had arrived."
"They haven't yet, but they were spotted on a hill."
"Must I attend?"
"No, but I am certain Lord Elrond will throw himself off the balcony if you do not."
"Elrond! He is coming here?"
"Actually he is probably pulling close as we speak."
"Oh, I… Why didn't you tell me? Why are you letting him come?"
"It was a request of your father, and again it was a request of your father. He wished to surprise you. Although, I personally believe he did not wish to see you agitated for as long as it took Elrond to reach you."
Celebrian raced off to ready herself.
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Glorfindel smiled politely as they passed the wine around the table. He was at a disadvantage. Galadriel and Celeborn could cover the discussion for Celebrian, but he alone was left to cover for Elrond's lapse in the conversation.
There they sat, Elrond gazing at Celebrian, and she at him. Once they set eyes on each other, they had been completely oblivious to any tension or feelings among the rest of the group. It was, in Glorfindel's opinion, sickening. Never would he say that Elrond had been so love struck as he was now. Excluding the rest of the world was not his way.
The only conclusion he could draw was that Elrond had forced every other thought out of his head on order to enjoy this night to its fullest. Unfortunately, that left the night very dull for everyone else. Glorfindel smiled. Since when had he ever sat idly by and let Elrond enjoy himself?
"Well, Lady Galadriel, as a valued member of Elrond's household and in view of the fact that he has no close relatives in Middle Earth, I believe I should discuss the terms of dowry and marriage with you."
Sheer horror colored Elrond's face. His mouthed moved to stop Glorfindel, but his jaw only moved, no sound issued forth.
Galadriel smiled. "As a matter of fact, I had an official document made up this morning outlining a fair settlement. I believe that two months would be sufficient to prepare. If you look at the bottom, it outlines the responsibilities that Elrond will have for the ceremony. Celebrian's dowry is listed on the second page."
Glorfindel valiantly fought off the urge to sink under the table. Was he the main catalyst for Celebrian and Elron's love life? Next thing he knew, he'd be the cause for her pregnancy.
Celebrian's face contorted in anger for her mother's forthrightness then spread out into a cheerful beam.
"Two months? That does not seem to be enough time." Celeborn interjected.
"There is very little to do Celeborn. The same plans we used with Thranduil will work. We just have to adjust them a bit and re-invite the guests. The time will be acceptable for you will it not, Lord Elrond?"
"Oh, yes. Thank you My Lady. It is a great gift you bestow on me." Happiness shone on Elrond's face and Glorfindel knew he would be the only one asking any reasonable questions for the next few weeks.
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Short and Fluffy (and full of loose ends), I know…but Hey you all were begging for me to be nice weren't you?