An hour later, Artanis had refreshed herself, and she wanted to see something of the impressive palace. Sheb just strolled around, until she met Celeborn, the lad that was appointed to be their guide.
"Hello, Lady Artanis."
"Hello, Lord Celeborn."
He smiled forcedly.
When she examined his face, she saw that he wasn't a "lad" anymore. He had to be about her age. She rose her head. He was a little bit taller than she was, which was a bit strange, because she was one of the tallest Noldor ever seen.
"Can you lead me around this wonderful palace, please? The queen told me you would do that."
Another forced smile.
"I am sorry. The king summoned me."
As he ran away, her mouth fell open.
This was… just impudent! This young man, of whom she thought he was handsome, was… Yes, he was handsome. Long, silver hair, as tall as a tree… And he was intelligent. And he had such a warm voice.
She shook her head. This man was impolite, impudent, silly…
That evening, she found herself sitting in the gardens, under a tree, just watching the stars.
Suddenly, a tear fell on her hands.
"Mommy. Daddy. Where are you?"
She knew the answer. Beyond the sea, beyond her view.
All of a sudden, she heard a noise behind her.
She stroked her tears away.
"Who is there?" she said coolly.
"Oh, Lord Celeborn." She seemed to be very aloof.
"Lady Artanis. Dinner is ready."
He isn't saying one word more than is needful! Artanis thought angrily.
Who does he think he is?
Though, she stood up and followed him. She did not say a word.