Author's note: In case there is any confusion about the different names
given to Celebruthiel, in Tolkien's Unfinished Tales, he talks about the
different names given to Eldar. Since Galadriel and Celeborn where both
Eldar, I decided they would do the same with their daughter. The father
gives the first name at birth, which I chose to Amanwen (means blessed,
unmarred maiden) for reasons obvious in this chapter. The second name is
given by the mother (which can be shortly after the birth or much later on)
who is send to have insight or even prophetic foresight of the child's
character or abilities. Mirriel means jewel of brilliance. And there can
be a third name, an Epesse, which can be given as a nickname (as Galadriel
is an epesse given to her by Celeborn). Kala means radiance. I hope no one
gets confused over the names but I figured her name couldn't really be
Celebruthiel if she was to be in hiding at the beginning. Also there are so
many differing passages throughout Tolkien's works concerning Celeborn and
Galadriel that I chose from them what best fit for the story.
With nothing to do
you'd waste away
obscure in exile
they've witnessed the times
you've gone astray
whose fault?
now you're thinking...
ah, there's nothing to prove
a message from the crowd to the shore... And it feels now
just like heavens coming down
your soul, shakes free
as its conscience hits the ground You surrender
love under will
rest assured you're adored, oh. And it feels now
just like heavens coming down
your soul, shakes free
as its conscience hits the ground
these times, this fate,
takes a path you didn't choose
stay strong, keep faith
there's a change that's
coming through
hold on, my love
hold on, my love
hold on, my love
Feels like heavens coming down.
The Tea Party- "Heaven Coming Down"
Galadriel's Story
Galadriel walked down the long hall to their private suites on the arm of her Husband, Celeborn. The meeting with the Fellowship had gone as well as could be expected, especially given the fact that Mithrandir had fallen into shadow. She was worried for the fate of the Fellowship and all of Middle Earth rested in the small hands of a Halfing. And without Mithrandir to lead them, they were lost and uncertain, like fish out of water, and desperately looking for leadership. Aragorn did not want to take over the expedition; he felt he was not qualified to lead. So they had turned to her in the hope of finding answers to the riddle. But Galadriel had none. Her hope had also lain with Gandalf and the ring he had taken with him into the depths of darkness.
Now she and Celeborn were headed to another meeting, one she prayed would be more joyous. But she had seen things in the mind of Legolas, her daughter's husband, which led her to feelings of uncertainty. Mirriel, the name Galadriel had given to her daughter shortly after her birth, had already remembered some incidents since returning to Lorien. Galadriel had tried to determine her daughter's mind, but it had been closed to her since that first contact upon entering Lothlorien. Galadriel was uneasy, not knowing exactly what to expect from Mirriel, but every indication led her believe Mirriel was not happy to be returning home.
Celeborn was not so anxious at the prospect of reuniting with Mirriel. He was glad to finally have his daughter back under his roof, where she belonged, and safe. When the messengers from Imladris had told Celeborn of the return of the One Ring and of the Fellowship sent out to destroy it, he had been scared since she was not with them, where he could protect her. Then when the messenger had told them secretly of Mithrandir's message, that he wanted to bring Mirriel back to them, Celeborn had been terrified that she would not make the journey unharmed and they would loose her before she was even returned to them. Now that she was back with him, he would never let her go again without the full protection of Lorien behind her.
A servant opened the door for the Lord and Lady of Galadriem and they quietly entered the room. Mirriel had her back to them and seemed unaware of their entry. As Galadriel looked across at the child she had born then had ripped from her arms, memories returned that she had thought long buried and she was afraid. Afraid for the first time since she had escaped from Balad-dur and had to face her husband and tell him of the child. Afraid for Mirriel's future, for only part had been foretold in the prophecy long before her birth. The prophecy spoke of the beginning but not of the end. If only Mithrandir had not perished with the Ring of Anor. It was thought that once Mirriel had mastered the Ring of Fire, they would have a chance of defeating Sauron should he retrieve the One Ring. A small chance though it might have been, Galadriel and Elrond had been determined to stand by their daughter's side should the need arise. And Thranduil, through the marriage of Legolas to Mirriel, had guaranteed all the resources of Mirkwood, even though in the last Great War, the Elves of Mirkwood had suffered great causalities and Thranduil had vowed to never again join the cause. Now all hope lay with the Ringbearer, and Galadriel was afraid he would fail. And her daughter would be either forced to flee Middle Earth or doomed to die here.
Celebruthiel finally turned to them, having known they were standing behind her watching her for a few moments, but she had taken the time to gain her courage for what was to come. Her eyes slowly traveled from the floor to the faces of Celeborn and Galadriel. Looking upon Galadriel's face was like looking into a mirror, so close in image were the two. Her face was etched with worry, which Celebruthiel could only guess was also visible on her own. But what stunned to the very core of her being was the absolute joy on the face of Celeborn. He stepped forward, pulling away from Galadriel and opened his arms widely.
"My daughter," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion, "finally you return to me."
A past recollection returned to Celebruthiel, of Celeborn teaching her how to listen to the trees as he took her through a forest she did not recognize, as it was not Lorien. He wanted her to know his love of the forest and all things that grew in it, plants and animals alike, for his love of things that grew was a deep-seeded one.
"Father," Celebruthiel exclaimed as she jumped up from the chair she was sitting in and ran into his waiting arms.
"To loose both you and your sister at the same time was painful," he confided softly. "When Celebrian sailed west, I had hopes you would be returned to us then. As time past, I had started to give up hope of ever seeing your beautiful face again." Celeborn looked down at her face as he spoke, seemingly lost in the joy of looking upon her again.
Celeborn had spent those first years trying to wrap a cocoon of protection around his family. Sauron had not known of the child's existence before his defeat, but for safeties sake, Celeborn had taken his wife and daughters deep into the woods where he hoped they would not be found. Galadriel had not completely healed from her time of capture and so Celeborn had taken over the raising of their daughters, along with the few Elves who had gone into hiding with them.
Celeborn hugged her tightly to him for several minutes as he openly wept, for his joy was so great. Finally sensing his wife's impatience, her gave her another quick squeeze and then released her. They both turned to Galadriel.
Galadriel and Celebruthiel stood watching one another cautiously. Next to Celebruthiel, Celeborn sighed. His hand quickly reached out, giving Celebruthiel a sudden nudge in her mother's direction. Galadriel brought her hand to Celebruthiel's face, lightly caressing her cheek.
"So much have I missed," she whispered as she looked at the daughter who had not grown before her own eyes. "The minuet details Elrond sent over these long years have not been enough to quench the ache your absence has caused."
With tears now streaming down her face, Celebruthiel launched herself against her mother, falling into her arms.
"But you are back now. I shall not make the same mistake twice," Galadriel said as she enfolded Celebruthiel in her embrace.
"I just didn't think I would be wanted," Celebruthiel confided hoarsely.
"What is this?" Galadriel commanded as she pulled away from Celebruthiel so she could see her face. "Not wanted? How could you even think such a thing?"
"I know what I am. And I know how I came to be. What else could I think?" she asked tearfully.
"You listen to me now," Galadriel demanded as she gave her daughter a slight shake. "They had to pry you from my arms. Celebrian begged your father and I to let you go back to Imladris with her. She believed the White Council. If not for the prophecy, I would have risked all and kept you beside me."
"What prophecy?" Celebruthiel asked, meeting her mother's eyes in surprise.
"Let us wait until you husband joins us before we get into all of that," Celeborn suggested, though his tone offered no arguments. Celeborn paused as he looked form wife to daughter and smiled. "I must say when we were told of Elrond's betrothal to Thranduil's son, I was not pleased. I had thought our own Haldir to be the perfect choice for you, my daughter. I am happy to discover I was incorrect. Elrond was wise in choice of husband for you."
"I think so," she whispered.
"So you are content with Elrond's choice?" Galadriel asked as she studied her daughter's face carefully for any sign of unhappiness concerning Legolas. Elrond really had not the right to make such a pact with Thranduil for Mirriel was not his child. And Galadriel was prepared to reverse the decision if she felt Mirriel was not happy with it, even though the marriage had already occurred.
"Legolas was my choice. After discovering the truth from Saruman, I released Legolas from the betrothal. Elrond had no say in the marriage. That decision was between Legolas and myself. Since I first laid eyes upon him, he has meant everything to me," Celebruthiel responded wistfully.
Galadriel took note of the peaceful calmness that spread over her daughter's face as she thought of her husband. It spoke volumes, more than words ever could to the truthfulness of her daughter's declaration. Mirriel loved Legolas Greenleaf with her whole being. Galadriel was content in the knowledge that no matter what happened, her daughter had experienced some happiness in her life. And it all centered around Legolas. No matter what else happened, that could not be taken from her.
There was a sharp rap on the door, then one of the two Elves standing at attention outside the door opened it. Two Elves stood in the open doorway, but Celebruthiel could barely make out who was standing in the darkened hall.
"Come in, Legolas Greenleaf," Galadriel commanded in a soft tone.
Legolas , with Haldir right behind him, stepped into the room. Celebruthiel glanced at Haldir briefly as she glided across the room to Legolas' side. Celeborn watched the three, noticing Haldir's disquieted state of demeanor and knew the situation was difficult for one of Celeborn's favorite guards.
"That is all, Haldir. I thank you for once again returning Mirriel to us. Now I give you the choice of staying in the City or returning to your post," Celeborn said, hoping Haldir would decide to stay, though he understood his reasons if he choice to go. If he had lost Galadriel as Haldir had lost Mirriel, Celeborn wasn't certain he could be so calm.
All eyes in the room rested on Haldir, but he kept his gaze fixed on Celeborn. "I thank you, My Lord, for the chance to choose my fate, but I feel compelled to return to my post. I do not feel comfortable relaxing while our borders are threatened."
"So be it," Celeborn replied, though feeling sad at Haldir's choice. "But do not stay long. I would like you back in two weeks time for a report."
Haldir nodded his assent, then backed out the open door. Once the door was shut, Legolas wrapped his arm around Celebruthiel and turned her to face him. He starred into her eyes for several minutes, trying to ascertain just how she was really doing. In her blue depths he saw only relief and happiness and Legolas' heart sang with joy. Celebruthiel gave Legolas' hand a slight squeeze. Then she turned to face her parents.
"I believe you have already met Legolas," she murmured as she glanced back at the Elf who had captured her heart. Both Galadriel and Celeborn nodded then Galadriel said,
"Please sit. We have much to discuss. I know you both have many questions. Celeborn and I will try to answer them all."
Legolas and Celebruthiel followed her parents further into the room. They took a seat side by side on the couch before the fireplace. Her parents sat across from them, Celeborn in the chair Celebruthiel had previously vacated and Galadriel on the chairs arm.
"You mentioned a prophecy," Celebruthiel asked, no longer able to contain her curiosity about this. There was so much she wanted to know and she was feeling very impatient. She wanted to jump up and down, screaming for answers. She took a deep breath and released it slowly, forcing herself to calm down. She had to let everything filter in bit by bit; otherwise she would miss big chunks of information. And she needed all the insight she could get to determine what the future held for her.
"A prophecy?" Legolas questioned, surprised by the turn of events. Fear gripped him as he realized Celebruthiel had a role to play in this that was destined long before their births. Though deep down, he knew he should no longer be surprised about anything concerning his wife's past. So much had been concealed from the both of them. And Legolas was very curious to not only discover the hidden secrets of Celebruthiel's life, but also how it fit into the puzzle of his existence. How much of all this had his father known and how did this prophecy effect his destiny? Legolas leaned forward, anxiously awaiting a reply.
Galadriel nodded and took a deep, calming breath. She had both eagerly anticipated and dreaded this day, the day she would be required to tell her daughter all the dark secrets concerning her birth.
"Yes. Long ago, Melian, wife of Thingol, foretold to me the coming of a child. Melian could sense things, see things, but then she was neither elf, nor dwarf, nor human. She originated in the West and made Lorien her home. The first time I arrived in Lorien- oh all those many years ago- she sought me out. At the time, I saw no meaning in her purpose. But once I knew you were to be born, it became clear to me. Melian had taken my hand in hers and said, "What is destined will come to be. When the three have failed, The child born of darkness and light must stand alone. Only then shall she wield the power, The power of the true flame.""
"It makes no sense," Celebruthiel muttered, clearly disappointed, for she had hoped the prophecy would help to make some sense of her life.
"Well, we had all assumed the three stood for the bearers of the three Elven Rings," Celeborn replied as he patted his wife's hand. When Celebruthiel looked to him in confusion, Celeborn continued, "Surely while living in Imladris all this time, you must have been told something of the Elven Rings."
"Well, yes, I know my father- I mean, Elrond had one," Celebruthiel replied, looking at Celeborn guilt-stricken. "I am sorry," she whispered hoarsely.
"It is all right, Mirriel. It will take time for all of us," he murmured, though in his heart, he was deeply wounded by her words. It was like an old wound was being reopened again and again.
"And Arwen told me of the ring you wear," Celebruthiel said to her mother, softer this time. She knew her words had hurt her father and she felt such guilt, even though it had been unintentional.
"There was another," Galadriel stated, giving her husband's hand a reassuring squeeze. They both knew this encounter was going to be difficult. But both hoped in the end, they would have their daughter back. "Long ago, Sauron tried to trick Middle Earth with his treachery. Three rings were forged, three he did not touch. Vilya was given to Elrond by Gil- galad. I have always worn Nenya. Narya was originally in the possession of Cirdan. But he felt it would be better hidden somewhere else, and so he gave the ring to Mithrandir. We thought to be able to use the three to defeat Sauron. But Mithrandir took his with him into the depths of darkness. And so the first part of the prophecy has come to pass, for we have failed," she murmured.
"What does the rest mean? What is the true flame?" Legolas asked, apprehensive of the defeat he heard in Galadriel's voice. If she believed they were doomed, how could he keep Celebruthiel from also believing in their failure?
"We do not know for certain," Celeborn replied which a shrug of his shoulders. "Over the ages, there have been rumors of an eternal flame. Mithrandir very much believed of its existence and has searched for it over the years. But where it is and what purpose if holds, only the Valar know."
Legolas glanced at Celebruthiel then back at her parents. The talk of the ring and Mithrandir brought back the night with the wolves. He wondered if he should ask Galadriel of this now or if he should just wait until a later time.
"Something rests heavily on you mind, Legolas," Galadriel said softly as she studied his face, looking for the answer to his discomfort in her eyes.
Legolas looked down at the floor, away from her probing gaze that seemed to search his mind.
"Legolas?" Celebruthiel questioned as Galadriel said softly,
"So it is true."
"What is true? Will someone please tell me what this is about?" Celebruthiel pleaded as she clutched Legolas' arm, her nails marking his pale skin.
But Galadriel ignored her request as she turned to Legolas, appearing almost excited. "How did it happen?"
"I am not sure. I was hoping you could tell me," he replied, feeling even more hopeless and confused. If Galadriel couldn't explain what had overcome if wife, how could he possibly understand.
"Did she come in contact with the ring in any way?" Galadriel asked hopefully.
"Well, I guess she could have. She was standing beside Mithrandir. And if I remember correctly, she was holding his robes in her hand," Legolas replied. "She also said something."
"What?" Galadriel asked sharply as Celebruthiel rose to her feet.
"Please stop talking about me as if I am not even in the room!" she cried. "Someone please tell me just what you are talking about before I loose my mind!"
Her loud words caused Legolas to wince. He was even more uncertain now about starting this discussion because he was afraid of her reaction when she discovered what had occurred. Galadriel stared at her daughter a moment and Celebruthiel felt her mother trying to read her mind for thoughts and feelings.
"Stop it, Mother," she snapped.
Galadriel seemed taken back a moment and then she briefly smiled indulgently at her daughter before becoming serious again.
"All right, Mirriel. Tell me of the night when you encountered the wolves. What do you remember," Galadriel commanded. Celebruthiel complied quickly for there was not much that she remembered and as the days passed, her memories of that night seemed to be fading.
"So you do not remember commanding the fire."
"I did no such thing. It was Mithrandir," Celebruthiel protested. Her eyes whipped to Legolas, looking for confirmation, but he avoided her gaze. "What are you saying?" she whispered to her husband. She received no response, as Galadriel demanded Legolas' attention.
"What were the words Mirriel spoke?" Galadriel asked.
"By the dragons light, On this January night, I call on thee to give to me your might, By the power of three, I conjure thee, To protect all that, Surrounds me, So mote it be," Legolas replied to his hands for he didn't dare look up and meet his wife's gaze.
"Interesting," Celeborn murmured. Galadriel looked to Celeborn, who had been silently observing the proceedings.
"Very much so considering those are the words Manwe used when I returned West," Galadriel answered, speaking directly to Celeborn.
"Do you know what it all means?" Legolas asked, his voice hopeful that he would receive some answers to relieve his fear.
Galadriel shook her head. "No. We know Mirriel has some role to play in all of this, but what that is, I can not say."
Celebruthiel slumped back onto the couch feeling deflated. She had returned to Lorien looking for answers and all she was receiving was more questions. Her fate terrified her. Her head was pounding and she raised her hands to her temples, hoping the applied pressure would relieve the hurt.
Legolas looked at his wife. She had her hands at her temples, rubbing in short, quick circles. He felt her pain, both physical and emotional. Legolas wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against him, hoping his nearness would in itself reassure her. Celebruthiel sagged against Legolas, for his presence always gave her some comfort, just knowing he was there and that he loved her. She tried to tell herself that Legolas was all she needed in life, but deep down, Celebruthiel knew it was a lie. She also needed the peace that would only follow Sauron's destruction.
Celeborn touched his wife's arm lightly. Her last words sounded almost prophetic, as if she truly believed all hope was over. Galadriel smiled sadly at Celeborn and then tried to shake the hopeless feeling that had settled over her. She knew better than to accept defeat, for nothing was certain. And until she was no longer living, she would fight Sauron and his servants of darkness.
"It all keeps getting more confusing," Celebruthiel whispered. "Please tell me of something that does not make my head hurt."
Celeborn's lips turned up in a smile mixed of both happiness and sadness. "What would you like to know?" he asked as he watched Mirriel and Legolas. They were sitting close together, Legolas' left arm wrapped around her shoulders. His free arm was draped across his lap, his hand clutching Mirriel's, fingers entwined. He knew it was difficult for them. It was difficult for Galadriel and himself, and they had had over a millennium to come to terms with everything.
Celebruthiel considered for a moment, then said, "Well, some memories have returned, but it is not of Lorien. We lived some place else, did we not?"
Galadriel stood and watched across the room, to where the curtains hung. She pushed them aside and stood silent as the cool breeze flittered around her. Celeborn sadly watched his wife for a moment before turning back to his daughter.
"After your mother returned to me, I took her and your sister to the Island of Balfarsas. That is where you were born. We stayed there many years until the threat began again. The Elves of Lorien begged your mother to return to them. And so against our better judgment, we did so. We had barely even had time to settle in when Celebrian was taken by a band of Orcs seeking retribution against your mother, for Sauron had bred in them a great hatred for all things Elvish, but especially for the Elven Queen he was bent on eliminating."
"Why does he hate us so?" Celebruthiel whispered as a solitary tear slid down her face as she remembered sharply the day Celebrian had shoved her into the bushes to protect her baby sister and had been taken prisoner herself.
A small sound of sorrow escaped Galadriel. "It is because of me. Long ago, Sauron was just a servant for an evil best not mentioned even now. I opposed him them just as I oppose Sauron now. And I vowed never to return to West until this evil was vacated." Galadriel faced her daughter, tears coursing down her face. "It is because of me that your sister felt she had to leave Middle Earth and that Arwen, Elladen, and Elrohir lost their mother. And now that he knows of your existence, I am afraid he will not rest until he has taken you from me also."
Celebruthiel ran to her mother, throwing her arms around her. "I am stronger than Celebrian. And it will take more than a few Orcs to get rid of me. Sauron held you prisoner and yet still you defy him. I will be no different, for I am your daughter," Celebruthiel declared, not only trying to convince her mother, but also herself. But just standing in Galadriel's presence made Celebruthiel feel as if she could fly, so great was her mother's authority.
Galadriel laughed. "Yes, you are," she said as her hand caressed Mirriel's cheek. "You have my stubbornness." Galadriel paused and sighed deeply. "When I first realized what Sauron had done, that you would exist, I was terrified to face your father, afraid he would set me aside. So I returned to the West, hoping there would be a way to undo what had been done to me. I didn't understand why they would not help me. And I cursed then even as Manwe bestowed his blessing on you and named you Amanwen. I now thank all of Valar that they refused my request."
"A blessing?" Celebruthiel asked, the words coming out a high-pitched squeak. "The words I said before the fire?"
Galadriel nodded and for the briefest moment, mother and daughter's foreheads touched. "I was told I would come to understand the wisdom of their decision. And they were correct. I was demanding their help only because I was afraid your father would not accept us. But he welcomed me home with open arms."
Celeborn stood and slowly approached the two most important individuals in his life. "Your mother would have you believe I am flawless," he said softly as he took both into his arms. "But unfortunately, the truth is it was difficult for me. If the adjustment for your mother in the beginning hadn't been so difficult, you would not have been left in my care. Having this tiny creature that depended solely on me, that is what saved me from falling into despair. You became my salvation. Do you understand?"
Celebruthiel nodded, for her father's explanation made much more sense than the thought that he'd just welcomed her with open arms.
"How then did I come into Elrond's care?"
"Celebrian," Galadriel replied, annoyance dripping from her tone. She pulled away from Celeborn's embrace and began to pace the room. "Elrond had visited us several times while we were in Balfarsas. There, unbeknownst to your father and I, he and Celebrian fell in love. When he learned of her capture, he led a group of Imladris warriors, hunting the Orcs down and rescuing your sister. He took her back to Imladris with him for a brief period. While she was there, Saruman visited Imladris with Gandalf, and Celebrian inadvertently revealed your existence to them. A White Council was held and the Wizards determined you would be better off away from me, for it was not difficult to determine you age, and therefore when you were conceived. Your father and I were led to believe you would be returned to us once you reached your maturity, but then the threat began to grown again."
"If you were so set against it, what made you change your mind?" Legolas interjected for the first time. The other three turned to him, having forgotten his existence for the briefest moment. Celebruthiel sent him a smile of apology for forgetting his presence and thanks for his support. Legolas nodded his reply, having sat silent watching the reunion before him. He knew Celebruthiel needed this time with her parents to accustom herself to the idea of remaining in Lorien. For Legolas was no fool, and he had known Celebruthiel far too long to think she would be content to just sit and wait. A huge relief had been lifted from his shoulders, knowing he would be leaving her with a family who would do everything in their power to keep her safe, even from her own impulsiveness.
"Celebrian," Celeborn replied, also sounding annoyed at the role his oldest daughter had played in Celebruthiel's removal from Lorien. "It was Mithrandir the Council sent, knowing he was our friend and it would be difficult to refuse him. Elrond came with him, his errand was returning Celebrian, or so we thought. Once they reached Lorien, it became evident that there was an agenda at work. Eldar leaders, your father among them, Legolas, began to arrive. Mithrandir had called for a meeting so the Istar's decision could be discussed. There was a general agreement that you should be taken from Lorien. Only your mother and I opposed it. But none could decide where you would go. Mithrandir tried to convince Elrond and at first he refused. Then your sister intervened. She placed you in his arms and that was all it took. We were doubly surprised when Celebrian declared she was returning to Imladris with Elrond and that she wanted to marry him. You mother and I refused both of her requests. But we quickly realized we had no say in either decision. She had chosen Elrond and was going with him, even if she had to sneak away to do it. So finally after your sister's pleading and Mithrandir's wise words, we relented. We knew deep in our hearts that you would be safer with Elrond. And so even though it broke our hearts, you were taken to Imladris where Saruman placed a spell on you. Your mother's capture was forgotten as was your association to it. Only few remember it now, Elrond, Thranduil, the Istari that remain in Middle Earth, and the Lorien Elves that were here when you left."
Celebruthiel realized as she watched her father talk, the toll that day had taken on both her parents. They had been forced to say goodbye to their two children, the only two they would ever give life to on Middle Earth, in the name of love. Celebruthiel, in all her selfishness, was not certain she would have been able to do the same had she been placed in their position. She was very possessive by nature and had been know to have fits in her childhood when she had thought Legolas was not paying enough attention to her. And even after she'd reached her maturity, she couldn't really say she'd outgrown that behavior. When it came to those she loved, she was overprotective and had difficulty letting them make their own mistakes. No, not if she could prevent it. So in Celebruthiel's mind, her parents had reached the heights of the Valar and then some.
Silence followed Celeborn's speech. No one wanted to scratch too deeply at the surface and unleash the tidal wave of emotions that were sure to be found underneath all the calm words. Celebruthiel, especially, felt there was some resentment hidden away, resentment towards Celebrian, Elrond, and even Mithrandir. Celeborn and Galadriel had obviously felt betrayed by all these individuals, and though loath to admit it, even after all these years, they still held a grudge. Celebruthiel thought it best not to pick at the wound too deeply, otherwise she might disturb things best left dormant.
"It is late," Galadriel said softly. "Maybe it is best if we continue this in the morning. I am sure you both are tired from your journey and would like to freshen up."
"First, I would like to know the answer to one question," Legolas interjected, as he rose to his feet. Celebruthiel looked to him curiously, wondering what could be so important to him that he would insist on answers immediately.
"Ask away," Galadriel replied, giving Legolas leave to ask whatever was on his mind. She had know something was troubling the Woodland Elf, something that strayed from the topic that they had been on. Galadriel sensed it had something to do with Lorien, but she did not want to appear presumptuous by answering his question before he had asked it.
"Rumil mentioned a betrothal, one involving Haldir and Celebruthiel before she left Lorien. Please tell me of this." Though Legolas shifted uncomfortably, his gaze did not waver from Celeborn and Galadriel.
"Yes, that is true," Celeborn said with a sigh. "Haldir has always been one of my favored. When he returned Mirriel to us, I could see that he cared deeply for her. And he was the only one Mirriel would go near expect for her mother and myself. The longer it took for Celebrian to return the worse Mirriel became. She was terrified of everybody and everything. It was a sight that brought me to tears. But she felt safe with Haldir and seemed her old self when they were together." Celeborn paused and examined Legolas' face, to see how he was bearing this facet of Mirriel's past. When he determined that Legolas was alright, he continued, "I am the one who requested Haldir's presence and offered Mirriel to him. At first Haldir refused. He thought he wasn't good enough for our daughter. But I knew he cared for her and so I insisted, if it was something he would want. Haldir finally agreed. Then Celebrian returned home and Mirriel was taken from us. I believe Haldir recovered and learned to move on, but I still think he suffers from regrets. I would certainly wonder what ifs, if it had been me." Celeborn once again paused as he approached his son-in-law. "I did not get my way in Mirriel's marriage, but I believe she got what she wanted and that is what counts. I was disappointed when I first learned of your marriage, I cannot deny it. But seeing you and Mirriel together has caused me to come to the determination that things worked out as they should." Celeborn opened his arms and pulled Legolas' into his embrace, welcoming this young Elf to his family.
"Thank you," Legolas replied hoarsely. He was just now realizing how nervous he had been over this introduction. He had thought the stress had been due to learning of Celebruthiel's past. But now he understood that he had also be terribly uneasy concerning this meeting with Celeborn and Galadriel.
Galadriel glanced at Celeborn in a silent question and he nodded in reply. Galadriel glided over to the desk. She carefully picked up something in her hand before she turned back to Legolas.
"This was given to me by my husband the day Celebruthiel came into this world," Galadriel stated as she walked slowly toward Legolas. She stopped directly in front of him and held up the object in her hand. Swinging from a chain was a bright red stone surrounded by silver rays. "She was the light of her father's eye from that day on." Galadriel placed the chain around Legolas' neck. "I wished to give this to you on the day of your marriage. I have safeguarded this for you, knowing I would probably not see that day."
"I shall cherish it always as I will your daughter," Legolas assured as he stared down at the pendant around his neck. It was a tradition he had not expected, but found the gesture spoke more than words ever could.
"I am sure you would like to freshen up after your long journey. Let us part ways until the morrow. This will give you both a chance to contemplate everything you have been told. And if you have any further questions, we can speak more of this tomorrow," Celeborn said as the door opened and one of the two Elves that had been standing sentry stepped inside. "Mirriel, your room has been prepared for your return. Your mother had made sure there is clean clothing laid out for you both. Halmir will show you the way."
"That would be lovely," Celebruthiel murmured, suddenly feeling like a beggar in her parent's presence. The mantle she wore was covered in dirt and splattered blood, and the edges were frayed and torn. Earlier, she'd been so anxious for answers, she hadn't given any consideration to her appearance. As Celebruthiel turned to leave the room, Celeborn grabbed her hand. Celebruthiel tried to pull away as Celeborn enfolded her in his embrace. He seemed not to notice as he kissed her temple and whispered in her ear,
"It is so good to have you home."
Celebruthiel once again forgot her horrifying appearance as she returned her father's embrace. She quickly hugged her mother before turning to Legolas, who was standing just inside the door, waiting for her.
With nothing to do
you'd waste away
obscure in exile
they've witnessed the times
you've gone astray
whose fault?
now you're thinking...
ah, there's nothing to prove
a message from the crowd to the shore... And it feels now
just like heavens coming down
your soul, shakes free
as its conscience hits the ground You surrender
love under will
rest assured you're adored, oh. And it feels now
just like heavens coming down
your soul, shakes free
as its conscience hits the ground
these times, this fate,
takes a path you didn't choose
stay strong, keep faith
there's a change that's
coming through
hold on, my love
hold on, my love
hold on, my love
Feels like heavens coming down.
The Tea Party- "Heaven Coming Down"
Galadriel's Story
Galadriel walked down the long hall to their private suites on the arm of her Husband, Celeborn. The meeting with the Fellowship had gone as well as could be expected, especially given the fact that Mithrandir had fallen into shadow. She was worried for the fate of the Fellowship and all of Middle Earth rested in the small hands of a Halfing. And without Mithrandir to lead them, they were lost and uncertain, like fish out of water, and desperately looking for leadership. Aragorn did not want to take over the expedition; he felt he was not qualified to lead. So they had turned to her in the hope of finding answers to the riddle. But Galadriel had none. Her hope had also lain with Gandalf and the ring he had taken with him into the depths of darkness.
Now she and Celeborn were headed to another meeting, one she prayed would be more joyous. But she had seen things in the mind of Legolas, her daughter's husband, which led her to feelings of uncertainty. Mirriel, the name Galadriel had given to her daughter shortly after her birth, had already remembered some incidents since returning to Lorien. Galadriel had tried to determine her daughter's mind, but it had been closed to her since that first contact upon entering Lothlorien. Galadriel was uneasy, not knowing exactly what to expect from Mirriel, but every indication led her believe Mirriel was not happy to be returning home.
Celeborn was not so anxious at the prospect of reuniting with Mirriel. He was glad to finally have his daughter back under his roof, where she belonged, and safe. When the messengers from Imladris had told Celeborn of the return of the One Ring and of the Fellowship sent out to destroy it, he had been scared since she was not with them, where he could protect her. Then when the messenger had told them secretly of Mithrandir's message, that he wanted to bring Mirriel back to them, Celeborn had been terrified that she would not make the journey unharmed and they would loose her before she was even returned to them. Now that she was back with him, he would never let her go again without the full protection of Lorien behind her.
A servant opened the door for the Lord and Lady of Galadriem and they quietly entered the room. Mirriel had her back to them and seemed unaware of their entry. As Galadriel looked across at the child she had born then had ripped from her arms, memories returned that she had thought long buried and she was afraid. Afraid for the first time since she had escaped from Balad-dur and had to face her husband and tell him of the child. Afraid for Mirriel's future, for only part had been foretold in the prophecy long before her birth. The prophecy spoke of the beginning but not of the end. If only Mithrandir had not perished with the Ring of Anor. It was thought that once Mirriel had mastered the Ring of Fire, they would have a chance of defeating Sauron should he retrieve the One Ring. A small chance though it might have been, Galadriel and Elrond had been determined to stand by their daughter's side should the need arise. And Thranduil, through the marriage of Legolas to Mirriel, had guaranteed all the resources of Mirkwood, even though in the last Great War, the Elves of Mirkwood had suffered great causalities and Thranduil had vowed to never again join the cause. Now all hope lay with the Ringbearer, and Galadriel was afraid he would fail. And her daughter would be either forced to flee Middle Earth or doomed to die here.
Celebruthiel finally turned to them, having known they were standing behind her watching her for a few moments, but she had taken the time to gain her courage for what was to come. Her eyes slowly traveled from the floor to the faces of Celeborn and Galadriel. Looking upon Galadriel's face was like looking into a mirror, so close in image were the two. Her face was etched with worry, which Celebruthiel could only guess was also visible on her own. But what stunned to the very core of her being was the absolute joy on the face of Celeborn. He stepped forward, pulling away from Galadriel and opened his arms widely.
"My daughter," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion, "finally you return to me."
A past recollection returned to Celebruthiel, of Celeborn teaching her how to listen to the trees as he took her through a forest she did not recognize, as it was not Lorien. He wanted her to know his love of the forest and all things that grew in it, plants and animals alike, for his love of things that grew was a deep-seeded one.
"Father," Celebruthiel exclaimed as she jumped up from the chair she was sitting in and ran into his waiting arms.
"To loose both you and your sister at the same time was painful," he confided softly. "When Celebrian sailed west, I had hopes you would be returned to us then. As time past, I had started to give up hope of ever seeing your beautiful face again." Celeborn looked down at her face as he spoke, seemingly lost in the joy of looking upon her again.
Celeborn had spent those first years trying to wrap a cocoon of protection around his family. Sauron had not known of the child's existence before his defeat, but for safeties sake, Celeborn had taken his wife and daughters deep into the woods where he hoped they would not be found. Galadriel had not completely healed from her time of capture and so Celeborn had taken over the raising of their daughters, along with the few Elves who had gone into hiding with them.
Celeborn hugged her tightly to him for several minutes as he openly wept, for his joy was so great. Finally sensing his wife's impatience, her gave her another quick squeeze and then released her. They both turned to Galadriel.
Galadriel and Celebruthiel stood watching one another cautiously. Next to Celebruthiel, Celeborn sighed. His hand quickly reached out, giving Celebruthiel a sudden nudge in her mother's direction. Galadriel brought her hand to Celebruthiel's face, lightly caressing her cheek.
"So much have I missed," she whispered as she looked at the daughter who had not grown before her own eyes. "The minuet details Elrond sent over these long years have not been enough to quench the ache your absence has caused."
With tears now streaming down her face, Celebruthiel launched herself against her mother, falling into her arms.
"But you are back now. I shall not make the same mistake twice," Galadriel said as she enfolded Celebruthiel in her embrace.
"I just didn't think I would be wanted," Celebruthiel confided hoarsely.
"What is this?" Galadriel commanded as she pulled away from Celebruthiel so she could see her face. "Not wanted? How could you even think such a thing?"
"I know what I am. And I know how I came to be. What else could I think?" she asked tearfully.
"You listen to me now," Galadriel demanded as she gave her daughter a slight shake. "They had to pry you from my arms. Celebrian begged your father and I to let you go back to Imladris with her. She believed the White Council. If not for the prophecy, I would have risked all and kept you beside me."
"What prophecy?" Celebruthiel asked, meeting her mother's eyes in surprise.
"Let us wait until you husband joins us before we get into all of that," Celeborn suggested, though his tone offered no arguments. Celeborn paused as he looked form wife to daughter and smiled. "I must say when we were told of Elrond's betrothal to Thranduil's son, I was not pleased. I had thought our own Haldir to be the perfect choice for you, my daughter. I am happy to discover I was incorrect. Elrond was wise in choice of husband for you."
"I think so," she whispered.
"So you are content with Elrond's choice?" Galadriel asked as she studied her daughter's face carefully for any sign of unhappiness concerning Legolas. Elrond really had not the right to make such a pact with Thranduil for Mirriel was not his child. And Galadriel was prepared to reverse the decision if she felt Mirriel was not happy with it, even though the marriage had already occurred.
"Legolas was my choice. After discovering the truth from Saruman, I released Legolas from the betrothal. Elrond had no say in the marriage. That decision was between Legolas and myself. Since I first laid eyes upon him, he has meant everything to me," Celebruthiel responded wistfully.
Galadriel took note of the peaceful calmness that spread over her daughter's face as she thought of her husband. It spoke volumes, more than words ever could to the truthfulness of her daughter's declaration. Mirriel loved Legolas Greenleaf with her whole being. Galadriel was content in the knowledge that no matter what happened, her daughter had experienced some happiness in her life. And it all centered around Legolas. No matter what else happened, that could not be taken from her.
There was a sharp rap on the door, then one of the two Elves standing at attention outside the door opened it. Two Elves stood in the open doorway, but Celebruthiel could barely make out who was standing in the darkened hall.
"Come in, Legolas Greenleaf," Galadriel commanded in a soft tone.
Legolas , with Haldir right behind him, stepped into the room. Celebruthiel glanced at Haldir briefly as she glided across the room to Legolas' side. Celeborn watched the three, noticing Haldir's disquieted state of demeanor and knew the situation was difficult for one of Celeborn's favorite guards.
"That is all, Haldir. I thank you for once again returning Mirriel to us. Now I give you the choice of staying in the City or returning to your post," Celeborn said, hoping Haldir would decide to stay, though he understood his reasons if he choice to go. If he had lost Galadriel as Haldir had lost Mirriel, Celeborn wasn't certain he could be so calm.
All eyes in the room rested on Haldir, but he kept his gaze fixed on Celeborn. "I thank you, My Lord, for the chance to choose my fate, but I feel compelled to return to my post. I do not feel comfortable relaxing while our borders are threatened."
"So be it," Celeborn replied, though feeling sad at Haldir's choice. "But do not stay long. I would like you back in two weeks time for a report."
Haldir nodded his assent, then backed out the open door. Once the door was shut, Legolas wrapped his arm around Celebruthiel and turned her to face him. He starred into her eyes for several minutes, trying to ascertain just how she was really doing. In her blue depths he saw only relief and happiness and Legolas' heart sang with joy. Celebruthiel gave Legolas' hand a slight squeeze. Then she turned to face her parents.
"I believe you have already met Legolas," she murmured as she glanced back at the Elf who had captured her heart. Both Galadriel and Celeborn nodded then Galadriel said,
"Please sit. We have much to discuss. I know you both have many questions. Celeborn and I will try to answer them all."
Legolas and Celebruthiel followed her parents further into the room. They took a seat side by side on the couch before the fireplace. Her parents sat across from them, Celeborn in the chair Celebruthiel had previously vacated and Galadriel on the chairs arm.
"You mentioned a prophecy," Celebruthiel asked, no longer able to contain her curiosity about this. There was so much she wanted to know and she was feeling very impatient. She wanted to jump up and down, screaming for answers. She took a deep breath and released it slowly, forcing herself to calm down. She had to let everything filter in bit by bit; otherwise she would miss big chunks of information. And she needed all the insight she could get to determine what the future held for her.
"A prophecy?" Legolas questioned, surprised by the turn of events. Fear gripped him as he realized Celebruthiel had a role to play in this that was destined long before their births. Though deep down, he knew he should no longer be surprised about anything concerning his wife's past. So much had been concealed from the both of them. And Legolas was very curious to not only discover the hidden secrets of Celebruthiel's life, but also how it fit into the puzzle of his existence. How much of all this had his father known and how did this prophecy effect his destiny? Legolas leaned forward, anxiously awaiting a reply.
Galadriel nodded and took a deep, calming breath. She had both eagerly anticipated and dreaded this day, the day she would be required to tell her daughter all the dark secrets concerning her birth.
"Yes. Long ago, Melian, wife of Thingol, foretold to me the coming of a child. Melian could sense things, see things, but then she was neither elf, nor dwarf, nor human. She originated in the West and made Lorien her home. The first time I arrived in Lorien- oh all those many years ago- she sought me out. At the time, I saw no meaning in her purpose. But once I knew you were to be born, it became clear to me. Melian had taken my hand in hers and said, "What is destined will come to be. When the three have failed, The child born of darkness and light must stand alone. Only then shall she wield the power, The power of the true flame.""
"It makes no sense," Celebruthiel muttered, clearly disappointed, for she had hoped the prophecy would help to make some sense of her life.
"Well, we had all assumed the three stood for the bearers of the three Elven Rings," Celeborn replied as he patted his wife's hand. When Celebruthiel looked to him in confusion, Celeborn continued, "Surely while living in Imladris all this time, you must have been told something of the Elven Rings."
"Well, yes, I know my father- I mean, Elrond had one," Celebruthiel replied, looking at Celeborn guilt-stricken. "I am sorry," she whispered hoarsely.
"It is all right, Mirriel. It will take time for all of us," he murmured, though in his heart, he was deeply wounded by her words. It was like an old wound was being reopened again and again.
"And Arwen told me of the ring you wear," Celebruthiel said to her mother, softer this time. She knew her words had hurt her father and she felt such guilt, even though it had been unintentional.
"There was another," Galadriel stated, giving her husband's hand a reassuring squeeze. They both knew this encounter was going to be difficult. But both hoped in the end, they would have their daughter back. "Long ago, Sauron tried to trick Middle Earth with his treachery. Three rings were forged, three he did not touch. Vilya was given to Elrond by Gil- galad. I have always worn Nenya. Narya was originally in the possession of Cirdan. But he felt it would be better hidden somewhere else, and so he gave the ring to Mithrandir. We thought to be able to use the three to defeat Sauron. But Mithrandir took his with him into the depths of darkness. And so the first part of the prophecy has come to pass, for we have failed," she murmured.
"What does the rest mean? What is the true flame?" Legolas asked, apprehensive of the defeat he heard in Galadriel's voice. If she believed they were doomed, how could he keep Celebruthiel from also believing in their failure?
"We do not know for certain," Celeborn replied which a shrug of his shoulders. "Over the ages, there have been rumors of an eternal flame. Mithrandir very much believed of its existence and has searched for it over the years. But where it is and what purpose if holds, only the Valar know."
Legolas glanced at Celebruthiel then back at her parents. The talk of the ring and Mithrandir brought back the night with the wolves. He wondered if he should ask Galadriel of this now or if he should just wait until a later time.
"Something rests heavily on you mind, Legolas," Galadriel said softly as she studied his face, looking for the answer to his discomfort in her eyes.
Legolas looked down at the floor, away from her probing gaze that seemed to search his mind.
"Legolas?" Celebruthiel questioned as Galadriel said softly,
"So it is true."
"What is true? Will someone please tell me what this is about?" Celebruthiel pleaded as she clutched Legolas' arm, her nails marking his pale skin.
But Galadriel ignored her request as she turned to Legolas, appearing almost excited. "How did it happen?"
"I am not sure. I was hoping you could tell me," he replied, feeling even more hopeless and confused. If Galadriel couldn't explain what had overcome if wife, how could he possibly understand.
"Did she come in contact with the ring in any way?" Galadriel asked hopefully.
"Well, I guess she could have. She was standing beside Mithrandir. And if I remember correctly, she was holding his robes in her hand," Legolas replied. "She also said something."
"What?" Galadriel asked sharply as Celebruthiel rose to her feet.
"Please stop talking about me as if I am not even in the room!" she cried. "Someone please tell me just what you are talking about before I loose my mind!"
Her loud words caused Legolas to wince. He was even more uncertain now about starting this discussion because he was afraid of her reaction when she discovered what had occurred. Galadriel stared at her daughter a moment and Celebruthiel felt her mother trying to read her mind for thoughts and feelings.
"Stop it, Mother," she snapped.
Galadriel seemed taken back a moment and then she briefly smiled indulgently at her daughter before becoming serious again.
"All right, Mirriel. Tell me of the night when you encountered the wolves. What do you remember," Galadriel commanded. Celebruthiel complied quickly for there was not much that she remembered and as the days passed, her memories of that night seemed to be fading.
"So you do not remember commanding the fire."
"I did no such thing. It was Mithrandir," Celebruthiel protested. Her eyes whipped to Legolas, looking for confirmation, but he avoided her gaze. "What are you saying?" she whispered to her husband. She received no response, as Galadriel demanded Legolas' attention.
"What were the words Mirriel spoke?" Galadriel asked.
"By the dragons light, On this January night, I call on thee to give to me your might, By the power of three, I conjure thee, To protect all that, Surrounds me, So mote it be," Legolas replied to his hands for he didn't dare look up and meet his wife's gaze.
"Interesting," Celeborn murmured. Galadriel looked to Celeborn, who had been silently observing the proceedings.
"Very much so considering those are the words Manwe used when I returned West," Galadriel answered, speaking directly to Celeborn.
"Do you know what it all means?" Legolas asked, his voice hopeful that he would receive some answers to relieve his fear.
Galadriel shook her head. "No. We know Mirriel has some role to play in all of this, but what that is, I can not say."
Celebruthiel slumped back onto the couch feeling deflated. She had returned to Lorien looking for answers and all she was receiving was more questions. Her fate terrified her. Her head was pounding and she raised her hands to her temples, hoping the applied pressure would relieve the hurt.
Legolas looked at his wife. She had her hands at her temples, rubbing in short, quick circles. He felt her pain, both physical and emotional. Legolas wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against him, hoping his nearness would in itself reassure her. Celebruthiel sagged against Legolas, for his presence always gave her some comfort, just knowing he was there and that he loved her. She tried to tell herself that Legolas was all she needed in life, but deep down, Celebruthiel knew it was a lie. She also needed the peace that would only follow Sauron's destruction.
Celeborn touched his wife's arm lightly. Her last words sounded almost prophetic, as if she truly believed all hope was over. Galadriel smiled sadly at Celeborn and then tried to shake the hopeless feeling that had settled over her. She knew better than to accept defeat, for nothing was certain. And until she was no longer living, she would fight Sauron and his servants of darkness.
"It all keeps getting more confusing," Celebruthiel whispered. "Please tell me of something that does not make my head hurt."
Celeborn's lips turned up in a smile mixed of both happiness and sadness. "What would you like to know?" he asked as he watched Mirriel and Legolas. They were sitting close together, Legolas' left arm wrapped around her shoulders. His free arm was draped across his lap, his hand clutching Mirriel's, fingers entwined. He knew it was difficult for them. It was difficult for Galadriel and himself, and they had had over a millennium to come to terms with everything.
Celebruthiel considered for a moment, then said, "Well, some memories have returned, but it is not of Lorien. We lived some place else, did we not?"
Galadriel stood and watched across the room, to where the curtains hung. She pushed them aside and stood silent as the cool breeze flittered around her. Celeborn sadly watched his wife for a moment before turning back to his daughter.
"After your mother returned to me, I took her and your sister to the Island of Balfarsas. That is where you were born. We stayed there many years until the threat began again. The Elves of Lorien begged your mother to return to them. And so against our better judgment, we did so. We had barely even had time to settle in when Celebrian was taken by a band of Orcs seeking retribution against your mother, for Sauron had bred in them a great hatred for all things Elvish, but especially for the Elven Queen he was bent on eliminating."
"Why does he hate us so?" Celebruthiel whispered as a solitary tear slid down her face as she remembered sharply the day Celebrian had shoved her into the bushes to protect her baby sister and had been taken prisoner herself.
A small sound of sorrow escaped Galadriel. "It is because of me. Long ago, Sauron was just a servant for an evil best not mentioned even now. I opposed him them just as I oppose Sauron now. And I vowed never to return to West until this evil was vacated." Galadriel faced her daughter, tears coursing down her face. "It is because of me that your sister felt she had to leave Middle Earth and that Arwen, Elladen, and Elrohir lost their mother. And now that he knows of your existence, I am afraid he will not rest until he has taken you from me also."
Celebruthiel ran to her mother, throwing her arms around her. "I am stronger than Celebrian. And it will take more than a few Orcs to get rid of me. Sauron held you prisoner and yet still you defy him. I will be no different, for I am your daughter," Celebruthiel declared, not only trying to convince her mother, but also herself. But just standing in Galadriel's presence made Celebruthiel feel as if she could fly, so great was her mother's authority.
Galadriel laughed. "Yes, you are," she said as her hand caressed Mirriel's cheek. "You have my stubbornness." Galadriel paused and sighed deeply. "When I first realized what Sauron had done, that you would exist, I was terrified to face your father, afraid he would set me aside. So I returned to the West, hoping there would be a way to undo what had been done to me. I didn't understand why they would not help me. And I cursed then even as Manwe bestowed his blessing on you and named you Amanwen. I now thank all of Valar that they refused my request."
"A blessing?" Celebruthiel asked, the words coming out a high-pitched squeak. "The words I said before the fire?"
Galadriel nodded and for the briefest moment, mother and daughter's foreheads touched. "I was told I would come to understand the wisdom of their decision. And they were correct. I was demanding their help only because I was afraid your father would not accept us. But he welcomed me home with open arms."
Celeborn stood and slowly approached the two most important individuals in his life. "Your mother would have you believe I am flawless," he said softly as he took both into his arms. "But unfortunately, the truth is it was difficult for me. If the adjustment for your mother in the beginning hadn't been so difficult, you would not have been left in my care. Having this tiny creature that depended solely on me, that is what saved me from falling into despair. You became my salvation. Do you understand?"
Celebruthiel nodded, for her father's explanation made much more sense than the thought that he'd just welcomed her with open arms.
"How then did I come into Elrond's care?"
"Celebrian," Galadriel replied, annoyance dripping from her tone. She pulled away from Celeborn's embrace and began to pace the room. "Elrond had visited us several times while we were in Balfarsas. There, unbeknownst to your father and I, he and Celebrian fell in love. When he learned of her capture, he led a group of Imladris warriors, hunting the Orcs down and rescuing your sister. He took her back to Imladris with him for a brief period. While she was there, Saruman visited Imladris with Gandalf, and Celebrian inadvertently revealed your existence to them. A White Council was held and the Wizards determined you would be better off away from me, for it was not difficult to determine you age, and therefore when you were conceived. Your father and I were led to believe you would be returned to us once you reached your maturity, but then the threat began to grown again."
"If you were so set against it, what made you change your mind?" Legolas interjected for the first time. The other three turned to him, having forgotten his existence for the briefest moment. Celebruthiel sent him a smile of apology for forgetting his presence and thanks for his support. Legolas nodded his reply, having sat silent watching the reunion before him. He knew Celebruthiel needed this time with her parents to accustom herself to the idea of remaining in Lorien. For Legolas was no fool, and he had known Celebruthiel far too long to think she would be content to just sit and wait. A huge relief had been lifted from his shoulders, knowing he would be leaving her with a family who would do everything in their power to keep her safe, even from her own impulsiveness.
"Celebrian," Celeborn replied, also sounding annoyed at the role his oldest daughter had played in Celebruthiel's removal from Lorien. "It was Mithrandir the Council sent, knowing he was our friend and it would be difficult to refuse him. Elrond came with him, his errand was returning Celebrian, or so we thought. Once they reached Lorien, it became evident that there was an agenda at work. Eldar leaders, your father among them, Legolas, began to arrive. Mithrandir had called for a meeting so the Istar's decision could be discussed. There was a general agreement that you should be taken from Lorien. Only your mother and I opposed it. But none could decide where you would go. Mithrandir tried to convince Elrond and at first he refused. Then your sister intervened. She placed you in his arms and that was all it took. We were doubly surprised when Celebrian declared she was returning to Imladris with Elrond and that she wanted to marry him. You mother and I refused both of her requests. But we quickly realized we had no say in either decision. She had chosen Elrond and was going with him, even if she had to sneak away to do it. So finally after your sister's pleading and Mithrandir's wise words, we relented. We knew deep in our hearts that you would be safer with Elrond. And so even though it broke our hearts, you were taken to Imladris where Saruman placed a spell on you. Your mother's capture was forgotten as was your association to it. Only few remember it now, Elrond, Thranduil, the Istari that remain in Middle Earth, and the Lorien Elves that were here when you left."
Celebruthiel realized as she watched her father talk, the toll that day had taken on both her parents. They had been forced to say goodbye to their two children, the only two they would ever give life to on Middle Earth, in the name of love. Celebruthiel, in all her selfishness, was not certain she would have been able to do the same had she been placed in their position. She was very possessive by nature and had been know to have fits in her childhood when she had thought Legolas was not paying enough attention to her. And even after she'd reached her maturity, she couldn't really say she'd outgrown that behavior. When it came to those she loved, she was overprotective and had difficulty letting them make their own mistakes. No, not if she could prevent it. So in Celebruthiel's mind, her parents had reached the heights of the Valar and then some.
Silence followed Celeborn's speech. No one wanted to scratch too deeply at the surface and unleash the tidal wave of emotions that were sure to be found underneath all the calm words. Celebruthiel, especially, felt there was some resentment hidden away, resentment towards Celebrian, Elrond, and even Mithrandir. Celeborn and Galadriel had obviously felt betrayed by all these individuals, and though loath to admit it, even after all these years, they still held a grudge. Celebruthiel thought it best not to pick at the wound too deeply, otherwise she might disturb things best left dormant.
"It is late," Galadriel said softly. "Maybe it is best if we continue this in the morning. I am sure you both are tired from your journey and would like to freshen up."
"First, I would like to know the answer to one question," Legolas interjected, as he rose to his feet. Celebruthiel looked to him curiously, wondering what could be so important to him that he would insist on answers immediately.
"Ask away," Galadriel replied, giving Legolas leave to ask whatever was on his mind. She had know something was troubling the Woodland Elf, something that strayed from the topic that they had been on. Galadriel sensed it had something to do with Lorien, but she did not want to appear presumptuous by answering his question before he had asked it.
"Rumil mentioned a betrothal, one involving Haldir and Celebruthiel before she left Lorien. Please tell me of this." Though Legolas shifted uncomfortably, his gaze did not waver from Celeborn and Galadriel.
"Yes, that is true," Celeborn said with a sigh. "Haldir has always been one of my favored. When he returned Mirriel to us, I could see that he cared deeply for her. And he was the only one Mirriel would go near expect for her mother and myself. The longer it took for Celebrian to return the worse Mirriel became. She was terrified of everybody and everything. It was a sight that brought me to tears. But she felt safe with Haldir and seemed her old self when they were together." Celeborn paused and examined Legolas' face, to see how he was bearing this facet of Mirriel's past. When he determined that Legolas was alright, he continued, "I am the one who requested Haldir's presence and offered Mirriel to him. At first Haldir refused. He thought he wasn't good enough for our daughter. But I knew he cared for her and so I insisted, if it was something he would want. Haldir finally agreed. Then Celebrian returned home and Mirriel was taken from us. I believe Haldir recovered and learned to move on, but I still think he suffers from regrets. I would certainly wonder what ifs, if it had been me." Celeborn once again paused as he approached his son-in-law. "I did not get my way in Mirriel's marriage, but I believe she got what she wanted and that is what counts. I was disappointed when I first learned of your marriage, I cannot deny it. But seeing you and Mirriel together has caused me to come to the determination that things worked out as they should." Celeborn opened his arms and pulled Legolas' into his embrace, welcoming this young Elf to his family.
"Thank you," Legolas replied hoarsely. He was just now realizing how nervous he had been over this introduction. He had thought the stress had been due to learning of Celebruthiel's past. But now he understood that he had also be terribly uneasy concerning this meeting with Celeborn and Galadriel.
Galadriel glanced at Celeborn in a silent question and he nodded in reply. Galadriel glided over to the desk. She carefully picked up something in her hand before she turned back to Legolas.
"This was given to me by my husband the day Celebruthiel came into this world," Galadriel stated as she walked slowly toward Legolas. She stopped directly in front of him and held up the object in her hand. Swinging from a chain was a bright red stone surrounded by silver rays. "She was the light of her father's eye from that day on." Galadriel placed the chain around Legolas' neck. "I wished to give this to you on the day of your marriage. I have safeguarded this for you, knowing I would probably not see that day."
"I shall cherish it always as I will your daughter," Legolas assured as he stared down at the pendant around his neck. It was a tradition he had not expected, but found the gesture spoke more than words ever could.
"I am sure you would like to freshen up after your long journey. Let us part ways until the morrow. This will give you both a chance to contemplate everything you have been told. And if you have any further questions, we can speak more of this tomorrow," Celeborn said as the door opened and one of the two Elves that had been standing sentry stepped inside. "Mirriel, your room has been prepared for your return. Your mother had made sure there is clean clothing laid out for you both. Halmir will show you the way."
"That would be lovely," Celebruthiel murmured, suddenly feeling like a beggar in her parent's presence. The mantle she wore was covered in dirt and splattered blood, and the edges were frayed and torn. Earlier, she'd been so anxious for answers, she hadn't given any consideration to her appearance. As Celebruthiel turned to leave the room, Celeborn grabbed her hand. Celebruthiel tried to pull away as Celeborn enfolded her in his embrace. He seemed not to notice as he kissed her temple and whispered in her ear,
"It is so good to have you home."
Celebruthiel once again forgot her horrifying appearance as she returned her father's embrace. She quickly hugged her mother before turning to Legolas, who was standing just inside the door, waiting for her.
