"Celeborn?"
He turned around.
"Lady Artanis!" When he spoke out her name, she saw a flame of… hate in his eyes. No…not hate. Fear then? No… A mix of fear and…uncertainty. Uncertainty.
She would have never admitted it, but she was extremely uncertain and felt very bad.
"Celeborn, I want to know why you are being so… rude with me!"
She knew that it sounded very desperate. Way too desperate.
"I mean, not that I care!" she added quickly. "But I am a Noldor princess-" She raised her head. "-and I want to tell you that you are treating me- very inappropriate.In fact, I want to know why it is you hate me."
He hesitated. "Lady Artanis, I do not hate you! I-"
Artanis snarled, very un-princess-like "Then why do you treat me like old crap!"
Celeborn bowed his head, and then looked into her deep, blue eyes.
"Because I love you." he whispered and kissed her lips.
Suddenly, he released her again, looking very surprised about his own behavior.
"Er… I am terribly sorry, milady, I know you do not…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Artanis smiled and pressed her lips against his.
She felt his lips tremble, but he answered her kiss and spread his arms and embraced her.
She stroked his silver hairs and kept answering his kisses.
His hands were holding her so tight, that she thought he'd never release her. And she liked it…
Finally, they sat down next to each other, arm in arm, and she laid her head on his shoulder.
"Oh, stupid one, why haven't you told me before?" she smiled.
"Because… I could not believe that you could ever love me… You are…"
She laughed. "But I do love you, Celeborn, my love."
He smiled and then looked at her tenderly.
"Artanis- I have given you a name in my heart. I found Artanis a name way too less for a person like you…"
"Well?" she smiled. "Whatever it may be, I will bear it, Celeborn, for all my life- which I will share with you. Come on, tell me!"
"Well… I have named you Galadriel, my love."
Artanis –Galadriel- smiled and whispered "Radiantly crowned maiden… Galadriel. It is a wonderful name, Celeborn. A queenly name. But- am I worth bearing a name like this? Can I find the strength to bear such a strong name?"
Celeborn embraced her and muttered. "You know you can."
"Yes." she laughed. "I can. Because, though Galadriel will be my name forever, my mother once named me Nerwen. I will find my courage."
"Yes… Besides, I think you are the only one who can bear that name."
He softly stroked her long, golden hair. Galadriel closed her eyes.
Not her hair… No. Every time someone told her about the beauty of her hair, it reminded her of Féanor. Féanor… who had been obsessed by her. No, not by her. By her hair.
Her uncle Féanor. Celeborn… was he a second Féanor?
No! She had felt his sweet kiss on her lips, the love in his eyes. In Féanor's eyes had only been desire and egoism.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes again.
Celeborn went on. "But not your hair is your greatest treasure, my love. You are your greatest treasure, you, the whole Galadriel. Your treasure is in your soul, in your mind, in your heart!"
Galadriel smiled. Never he would be a second Féanor.
She wrapped her arms around him in a loving embrace.
He smiled and muttered. "You are like the sun, Galadriel. You seem to be far away, but you aren't. You are right here with me, in my heart. You are like Anar. My very own, golden, shining Anar."
"Well, if I am your sun, then you are my moon. My own, silver and strong Isil.
We seem to be sun and moon, Celeborn. For the sun and moon are two parts of one whole, and so are we."
And under the light of Isil, they kissed each other.
He turned around.
"Lady Artanis!" When he spoke out her name, she saw a flame of… hate in his eyes. No…not hate. Fear then? No… A mix of fear and…uncertainty. Uncertainty.
She would have never admitted it, but she was extremely uncertain and felt very bad.
"Celeborn, I want to know why you are being so… rude with me!"
She knew that it sounded very desperate. Way too desperate.
"I mean, not that I care!" she added quickly. "But I am a Noldor princess-" She raised her head. "-and I want to tell you that you are treating me- very inappropriate.In fact, I want to know why it is you hate me."
He hesitated. "Lady Artanis, I do not hate you! I-"
Artanis snarled, very un-princess-like "Then why do you treat me like old crap!"
Celeborn bowed his head, and then looked into her deep, blue eyes.
"Because I love you." he whispered and kissed her lips.
Suddenly, he released her again, looking very surprised about his own behavior.
"Er… I am terribly sorry, milady, I know you do not…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Artanis smiled and pressed her lips against his.
She felt his lips tremble, but he answered her kiss and spread his arms and embraced her.
She stroked his silver hairs and kept answering his kisses.
His hands were holding her so tight, that she thought he'd never release her. And she liked it…
Finally, they sat down next to each other, arm in arm, and she laid her head on his shoulder.
"Oh, stupid one, why haven't you told me before?" she smiled.
"Because… I could not believe that you could ever love me… You are…"
She laughed. "But I do love you, Celeborn, my love."
He smiled and then looked at her tenderly.
"Artanis- I have given you a name in my heart. I found Artanis a name way too less for a person like you…"
"Well?" she smiled. "Whatever it may be, I will bear it, Celeborn, for all my life- which I will share with you. Come on, tell me!"
"Well… I have named you Galadriel, my love."
Artanis –Galadriel- smiled and whispered "Radiantly crowned maiden… Galadriel. It is a wonderful name, Celeborn. A queenly name. But- am I worth bearing a name like this? Can I find the strength to bear such a strong name?"
Celeborn embraced her and muttered. "You know you can."
"Yes." she laughed. "I can. Because, though Galadriel will be my name forever, my mother once named me Nerwen. I will find my courage."
"Yes… Besides, I think you are the only one who can bear that name."
He softly stroked her long, golden hair. Galadriel closed her eyes.
Not her hair… No. Every time someone told her about the beauty of her hair, it reminded her of Féanor. Féanor… who had been obsessed by her. No, not by her. By her hair.
Her uncle Féanor. Celeborn… was he a second Féanor?
No! She had felt his sweet kiss on her lips, the love in his eyes. In Féanor's eyes had only been desire and egoism.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes again.
Celeborn went on. "But not your hair is your greatest treasure, my love. You are your greatest treasure, you, the whole Galadriel. Your treasure is in your soul, in your mind, in your heart!"
Galadriel smiled. Never he would be a second Féanor.
She wrapped her arms around him in a loving embrace.
He smiled and muttered. "You are like the sun, Galadriel. You seem to be far away, but you aren't. You are right here with me, in my heart. You are like Anar. My very own, golden, shining Anar."
"Well, if I am your sun, then you are my moon. My own, silver and strong Isil.
We seem to be sun and moon, Celeborn. For the sun and moon are two parts of one whole, and so are we."
And under the light of Isil, they kissed each other.