"Galadriel?" Celeborn turned round in bed. In the moonlight, he saw his wife sitting next to the cradle of the newborn daughter.
"Galadriel!" he repeated a bit louder.
She seemed to sleep.
"Galadriel!"
"Yes?" She opened her eyes.
Celeborn stood up and began sternly "You may be worried about the baby, but you have just given birth and you have to rest. Come on, meleth-nîn, you are going to bed."
"What?" she protested drowsily.
He carefully lifted her up and laid her on the bed.
"But…but…Celeborn, the baby!"
He tried to comfort her, though he did not feel comforted himself
"You cannot help the baby. She has to fight is out herself. I am sorry, meleth-nîn," he added when he saw the tears in her eyes. "but that's the way it is. Just try to sleep, my love. You have to sleep now."
He embraced her and slowly, she closed her eyes.
"Maybe you are right. Goodnight, my love."
She fell asleep.
Celeborn laid himself down next to her.
"Goodnight, meleth-nîn, goodnight!"
In the morning, Galadriel woke up early. She roused her husband.
"Celeborn. Celeborn.'
"Galadriel." he smiled as he kissed her.
"The baby…"
"Yes. Let us see…"
Celeborn walked over to the cradle, with his wife on his arm.
The baby's eyes were open, and she looked so much healthier as she had looked in the night.
"Galadriel, she lives!"
She wrapped her arms around him.
"Yes, my love, our baby girl lives!"
"A name, we need a name now, meleth-nîn."
"Yes… Do you want to choose one?"
He kissed her tenderly and they sat down.
"We will choose together, my love."
"Yes… Look at her hair, Celeborn."
"Silver and gold. But mostly gold… Like you…"
"Yes… But we will call her after the silver. To show that the minority isn't always inferior…"
"Celeb…. And then…"
"We already have a silver queen…"
"Loth… Celebloth… Silver flower."
Galadriel smiled warmly.
"Celebloth you said, Celebloth she will be."
"Galadriel!" he repeated a bit louder.
She seemed to sleep.
"Galadriel!"
"Yes?" She opened her eyes.
Celeborn stood up and began sternly "You may be worried about the baby, but you have just given birth and you have to rest. Come on, meleth-nîn, you are going to bed."
"What?" she protested drowsily.
He carefully lifted her up and laid her on the bed.
"But…but…Celeborn, the baby!"
He tried to comfort her, though he did not feel comforted himself
"You cannot help the baby. She has to fight is out herself. I am sorry, meleth-nîn," he added when he saw the tears in her eyes. "but that's the way it is. Just try to sleep, my love. You have to sleep now."
He embraced her and slowly, she closed her eyes.
"Maybe you are right. Goodnight, my love."
She fell asleep.
Celeborn laid himself down next to her.
"Goodnight, meleth-nîn, goodnight!"
In the morning, Galadriel woke up early. She roused her husband.
"Celeborn. Celeborn.'
"Galadriel." he smiled as he kissed her.
"The baby…"
"Yes. Let us see…"
Celeborn walked over to the cradle, with his wife on his arm.
The baby's eyes were open, and she looked so much healthier as she had looked in the night.
"Galadriel, she lives!"
She wrapped her arms around him.
"Yes, my love, our baby girl lives!"
"A name, we need a name now, meleth-nîn."
"Yes… Do you want to choose one?"
He kissed her tenderly and they sat down.
"We will choose together, my love."
"Yes… Look at her hair, Celeborn."
"Silver and gold. But mostly gold… Like you…"
"Yes… But we will call her after the silver. To show that the minority isn't always inferior…"
"Celeb…. And then…"
"We already have a silver queen…"
"Loth… Celebloth… Silver flower."
Galadriel smiled warmly.
"Celebloth you said, Celebloth she will be."