"Na-na!" smiled Celebloth. "A-da!"
Galadriel laughed. "Yes, little one." She cuddled her daughter.
Celebloth smiled. "Nana."
The girl was now one and a half year old… She could not walk yet, but she crawled around in the palace, so that every servant was constantly looking down to make sure he did not step on the little princess. Indeed the girl could crawled around in an incredible high speed, and she tried to open every door she saw.
Galadriel sighed. Her second daughter was…extremely active and…well…wild.
Much wilder than Celebrían had ever been. She smiled. She realized that she recognized herself in her daughter. The little Galadriel, when she was still called Artanis, had been, like, the wildest girl ever seen. Maybe because she had got four older brothers. She remembered them, five little boys, of whom the youngest was a girl…
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
"Yes?" Galadriel asked confusedly.
Celebrían opened the door.
"Nana, Elrond is here." she muttered shyly and she ran away.
Galadriel stood up. "Elrond!" She embraced him. "How nice to see you! It is a long time ago since you last visited us!"
Elrond smiled. "Indeed it is, Galadriel, I am sorry. But these orcs… Oh, whatever. Is this your newborn daughter?"
"Newborn? She is almost two years old!" smiled Galadriel.
"Well…yes she is… but I haven't seen her yet. When I last saw you, you were still pregnant.
"Yes." Galadriel laughed. "Celebloth! Come here, little one!" She lifted up her crawling daughter.
"Nana, nana!"
"Yes, nana. Say hello to Elrond."
"Rond? Rond?" the child muttered.
"Yes, Elrond." Elrond smiled. "And what is your name, little one?"
"Celeloth! CeleBloth." she corrected herself. "Celebloth is my name!"
She crawled out of her mother's arms and grabbed Elrond's leg. She tried to pull herself up. For a split second, she stood alone. Then, she fell down again. But she did not cry, she just tried again.
Gently, Galadriel unfastened her daughter from Elrond's leg, and took her on her arm.
"See? She never cries! She just tries again. Yes, she's a little fighter. A go-getter."
Elrond smiled. "Sounds familiar."
"Yes…she is more like me than Celebrían is. A little tomboy. In fact, sometimes it scares me. It's like trying to bring up yourself!"
Elrond laughed. "Well-"
Suddenly, Celeborn came in. He welcomed his friend.
"Elrond! Glad to welcome you back in our palace! I am sure you have met my daughter?"
"Yes, I have… I have to congrulate you, Celeborn, she's a nice little lady!"
"Yes… I have come to tell you that dinner is ready. Are you coming with me?"
"Yes, thank you. I am starving. By the way, I want to have a talk with you, later. About something…important."
"Oh, not those Orcs again. Forget about them, just today. We'll have a talk tomorrow or so."
"Well…It's not really about the Orcs…but, oh whatever. Are we going to the dining room."
"Yes. Does milady want to join me?" Celeborn asked.
Galadriel smiled and laughed. "Are you talking to me or Celebloth?"
"Both of you."
"Oh, well… We'd like to join you, milord!"
Galadriel laughed. "Yes, little one." She cuddled her daughter.
Celebloth smiled. "Nana."
The girl was now one and a half year old… She could not walk yet, but she crawled around in the palace, so that every servant was constantly looking down to make sure he did not step on the little princess. Indeed the girl could crawled around in an incredible high speed, and she tried to open every door she saw.
Galadriel sighed. Her second daughter was…extremely active and…well…wild.
Much wilder than Celebrían had ever been. She smiled. She realized that she recognized herself in her daughter. The little Galadriel, when she was still called Artanis, had been, like, the wildest girl ever seen. Maybe because she had got four older brothers. She remembered them, five little boys, of whom the youngest was a girl…
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
"Yes?" Galadriel asked confusedly.
Celebrían opened the door.
"Nana, Elrond is here." she muttered shyly and she ran away.
Galadriel stood up. "Elrond!" She embraced him. "How nice to see you! It is a long time ago since you last visited us!"
Elrond smiled. "Indeed it is, Galadriel, I am sorry. But these orcs… Oh, whatever. Is this your newborn daughter?"
"Newborn? She is almost two years old!" smiled Galadriel.
"Well…yes she is… but I haven't seen her yet. When I last saw you, you were still pregnant.
"Yes." Galadriel laughed. "Celebloth! Come here, little one!" She lifted up her crawling daughter.
"Nana, nana!"
"Yes, nana. Say hello to Elrond."
"Rond? Rond?" the child muttered.
"Yes, Elrond." Elrond smiled. "And what is your name, little one?"
"Celeloth! CeleBloth." she corrected herself. "Celebloth is my name!"
She crawled out of her mother's arms and grabbed Elrond's leg. She tried to pull herself up. For a split second, she stood alone. Then, she fell down again. But she did not cry, she just tried again.
Gently, Galadriel unfastened her daughter from Elrond's leg, and took her on her arm.
"See? She never cries! She just tries again. Yes, she's a little fighter. A go-getter."
Elrond smiled. "Sounds familiar."
"Yes…she is more like me than Celebrían is. A little tomboy. In fact, sometimes it scares me. It's like trying to bring up yourself!"
Elrond laughed. "Well-"
Suddenly, Celeborn came in. He welcomed his friend.
"Elrond! Glad to welcome you back in our palace! I am sure you have met my daughter?"
"Yes, I have… I have to congrulate you, Celeborn, she's a nice little lady!"
"Yes… I have come to tell you that dinner is ready. Are you coming with me?"
"Yes, thank you. I am starving. By the way, I want to have a talk with you, later. About something…important."
"Oh, not those Orcs again. Forget about them, just today. We'll have a talk tomorrow or so."
"Well…It's not really about the Orcs…but, oh whatever. Are we going to the dining room."
"Yes. Does milady want to join me?" Celeborn asked.
Galadriel smiled and laughed. "Are you talking to me or Celebloth?"
"Both of you."
"Oh, well… We'd like to join you, milord!"