From that evening on, Galadriel and Celeborn were inseparable.
They talked a lot –told the other of their families, their lives. But Celeborn felt- Galadriel was not telling all. Sometimes, he thought that she was about to tell everything, but then, she suddenly, she clammed up again. That was so little like her nature, that he became worried about it. He kept thinking about what it'd be, and he came to the conclusion that it had to be something about her parting from Valinor. About the Noldor. For her brother, Finrod, didn't spoke very much either. Celeborn became more and more worried. What did his love hide for him? He wanted to ask- but he was terrified of her reaction.
But he had to ask. Out of… a kind of jealousy. He could not bear the thought that there was something she could not talk about with him. He wanted to be there for her- always.
When they were making a walk through the gardens, he decided that the moment was right. He sat down on a tree stump and laid his arm around her shoulders.
"I-I want to ask you something."
"Yes?" she smiled. "Go on."
"Galadriel, Galadriel…what evil lies on the Noldor? Does it lie on you too?"
She caught his grey eyes and held them. "What if it is?"
He smiled and kissed her lips softly. "Then I will help you bear it."
And it was in this moment that Galadriel realized that that was the most romantic thing someone had ever said to her.
They talked a lot –told the other of their families, their lives. But Celeborn felt- Galadriel was not telling all. Sometimes, he thought that she was about to tell everything, but then, she suddenly, she clammed up again. That was so little like her nature, that he became worried about it. He kept thinking about what it'd be, and he came to the conclusion that it had to be something about her parting from Valinor. About the Noldor. For her brother, Finrod, didn't spoke very much either. Celeborn became more and more worried. What did his love hide for him? He wanted to ask- but he was terrified of her reaction.
But he had to ask. Out of… a kind of jealousy. He could not bear the thought that there was something she could not talk about with him. He wanted to be there for her- always.
When they were making a walk through the gardens, he decided that the moment was right. He sat down on a tree stump and laid his arm around her shoulders.
"I-I want to ask you something."
"Yes?" she smiled. "Go on."
"Galadriel, Galadriel…what evil lies on the Noldor? Does it lie on you too?"
She caught his grey eyes and held them. "What if it is?"
He smiled and kissed her lips softly. "Then I will help you bear it."
And it was in this moment that Galadriel realized that that was the most romantic thing someone had ever said to her.