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Author's note: Hey guys this is my first ever fan fic (bites nails) please be nice to it. It's my precious. If you review i will love you forever!
Chapter 1 Sitting among the blossoming flowers and leafy trees in the gardens of Doriath, Celeborn, son of Galadhon, was lost in thought. A smile graced his features as he remembered a golden-haired elven beauty that had caught his attention at dinner. From the moment she had walked in she had captivated him. She was the most beautiful elf he had ever seen. Her white gown had perfectly complimented her beautiful complexion, and the way her golden tresses caught the light reminded him of prisms reflecting the golden light of Anar. Her eyes carried wisdom beyond what her young complexion showed. They held some kind of power that he could not explain. It was clear that she had entranced him, for he could not tear his eyes form her all throughout dinner, even if many of the other elves present had caught his longing glances.
He sat and pondered this mysterious elf. He was not sure of her name, so he had secretly made one for her, Galadriel, woman crowned with radiance. He thought it a beautiful name to suit her. Celeborn sat on a bench, absentmindedly shredding a blade of grass that was pinched between his forefinger and thumb. He knew that she was close to his age, and a Noldor. He privately thought of courting her, but quickly passed the idea off as stupid. Maybe that was why he was not yet married; he was afraid that elf women wouldn't like him. Celeborn laughed out loud as he entertained himself with thoughts of a courting, but was in reality, quite afraid of being turned down. Maybe she wouldn't turn him down. Getting frustrated with the two battling parts of his mind, he suddenly spoke aloud. "Celeborn, you fool, make up your mind! Make up your damn mind!" Finishing with his outburst he became aware of the sound of laughter. Standing and pivoting quickly, he saw none other than Galadriel standing nearby, her hands on her hips, looking at him as though he had grown another head.
"Do you realize that you are speaking your thoughts for all to hear?" she asked with a touch of laughter in her voice. Celeborn stood with his hands behind his back, and his face slightly red, like a young elf up to no good.
"Well, yes," he said, looking at the ground.
"Why do you not look at me when I speak to you?" Galadriel asked him politely. Celeborn jerked his head up to see that she was staring at him. "Well, the fact is, my Lady, that I was embarrassed about my outburst," he said, thinking quickly.
"Ohh," she said understandingly. Celeborn smiled, thinking that his ploy had worked. "So, your name is Celeborn?" the Lady asked, smiling at him. He looked up and answered with a firm "yes" before returning her smile. "My name is Artanis." She said as she walked toward him. "Would you like to accompany me on a walk through the gardens?"
"Of course!" he answered enthusiastically, perhaps too much so, because she laughed again. "What I mean is, it would be an honor Lady Artanis." Artanis held out her arm and he took it. He led her through the gardens, stopping to show her rare plants, the most beautiful flowers, and secret secluded hideaways from daily duties. --~~*~~-- Artanis was pleased to be taking a tour of the gardens with the elf she had so admired at dinner. Celeborn was strong, a warrior, yet a little socially unsteady. He made her laugh, and she liked that. She had a feeling that he had been thinking about her when she had found him earlier, talking to himself. It was as though she had suddenly entered his mind for a brief second and read his thoughts. She walked along, reveling in the feel of his arm on hers. They stopped at a beautiful old tree hidden behind a layer of white, hangin moss. Entering the secluded grove, Artanis saw a tiny creek running past the base of the tree. Celeborn let go of her arm and, stepping over the creek, leapt into the tree and sat among the low branches. Artanis stepped over the creek, careful to lift her dress hem, and walked to the base of the tree. She sensed that this place was special to him so she asked about it. "Is this a place of great importance to you?" she asked.
"This is my haven. I come here to escape from life. I can be myself." He looked around the beautiful grotto. Artanis did the same.
"It is beautiful!" She exclaimed. She walked towards the tree and placed her hands upon the cool, silver bark.
"Would you like to join me?" he asked from his perch among the branches.
"Of course!" she replied. He held his hand out for her to grab onto, but she was already in the tree, white gown and all. She seated herself next to him on a thick branch and began to swing her feet.
"Not very ladylike!" Celeborn teased.
"I thought that you would have known that about me before now!" she laughed. They sat in the tree, talking until Isil rose in the heavens, and the pinpricks of light that were stars began to shine. They decided to go, lest they be looked upon with suspicion.
Celeborn leapt down from the tree and landed stealthily on his feet. He turned to offer his hand to Artanis, as was proper. Artanis eyed him mischievously in the fading light. A plan had formed in her mind, and she was about to spring the trap on him. Stepping down lightly to a lower branch, she gently grasped his hand and caused herself to falsely slip from the tree. Celeborn reached out to catch her, and she landed neatly against his chest, his arms around her waist. Worked like a dream, she thought slyly to herself. She could see that he was blushing a light pink. Celeborn tried to step away, muttering his apology, "Most sorry Lady Artanis, I did not mean to -" Her hands went up to his face and she brought it down to hers, where she silenced him with a firm kiss. She was happy to feel him returning it after recovering from his initial shock. She only broke the kiss to breathe. Smiling, she turned and walked down the path into the evening, leaving a very happily confused elf lord.
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And check out the work by Silindro (since all of her stuff is really funny, well written, and highly reviewed). It can be found here:
REVIEW!!!! Nevdoiel
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O môr henion i dhu: Ely siriar, el síla
Ai! Aníron Gil-galad
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Author's note: Hey guys this is my first ever fan fic (bites nails) please be nice to it. It's my precious. If you review i will love you forever!
Chapter 1 Sitting among the blossoming flowers and leafy trees in the gardens of Doriath, Celeborn, son of Galadhon, was lost in thought. A smile graced his features as he remembered a golden-haired elven beauty that had caught his attention at dinner. From the moment she had walked in she had captivated him. She was the most beautiful elf he had ever seen. Her white gown had perfectly complimented her beautiful complexion, and the way her golden tresses caught the light reminded him of prisms reflecting the golden light of Anar. Her eyes carried wisdom beyond what her young complexion showed. They held some kind of power that he could not explain. It was clear that she had entranced him, for he could not tear his eyes form her all throughout dinner, even if many of the other elves present had caught his longing glances.
He sat and pondered this mysterious elf. He was not sure of her name, so he had secretly made one for her, Galadriel, woman crowned with radiance. He thought it a beautiful name to suit her. Celeborn sat on a bench, absentmindedly shredding a blade of grass that was pinched between his forefinger and thumb. He knew that she was close to his age, and a Noldor. He privately thought of courting her, but quickly passed the idea off as stupid. Maybe that was why he was not yet married; he was afraid that elf women wouldn't like him. Celeborn laughed out loud as he entertained himself with thoughts of a courting, but was in reality, quite afraid of being turned down. Maybe she wouldn't turn him down. Getting frustrated with the two battling parts of his mind, he suddenly spoke aloud. "Celeborn, you fool, make up your mind! Make up your damn mind!" Finishing with his outburst he became aware of the sound of laughter. Standing and pivoting quickly, he saw none other than Galadriel standing nearby, her hands on her hips, looking at him as though he had grown another head.
"Do you realize that you are speaking your thoughts for all to hear?" she asked with a touch of laughter in her voice. Celeborn stood with his hands behind his back, and his face slightly red, like a young elf up to no good.
"Well, yes," he said, looking at the ground.
"Why do you not look at me when I speak to you?" Galadriel asked him politely. Celeborn jerked his head up to see that she was staring at him. "Well, the fact is, my Lady, that I was embarrassed about my outburst," he said, thinking quickly.
"Ohh," she said understandingly. Celeborn smiled, thinking that his ploy had worked. "So, your name is Celeborn?" the Lady asked, smiling at him. He looked up and answered with a firm "yes" before returning her smile. "My name is Artanis." She said as she walked toward him. "Would you like to accompany me on a walk through the gardens?"
"Of course!" he answered enthusiastically, perhaps too much so, because she laughed again. "What I mean is, it would be an honor Lady Artanis." Artanis held out her arm and he took it. He led her through the gardens, stopping to show her rare plants, the most beautiful flowers, and secret secluded hideaways from daily duties. --~~*~~-- Artanis was pleased to be taking a tour of the gardens with the elf she had so admired at dinner. Celeborn was strong, a warrior, yet a little socially unsteady. He made her laugh, and she liked that. She had a feeling that he had been thinking about her when she had found him earlier, talking to himself. It was as though she had suddenly entered his mind for a brief second and read his thoughts. She walked along, reveling in the feel of his arm on hers. They stopped at a beautiful old tree hidden behind a layer of white, hangin moss. Entering the secluded grove, Artanis saw a tiny creek running past the base of the tree. Celeborn let go of her arm and, stepping over the creek, leapt into the tree and sat among the low branches. Artanis stepped over the creek, careful to lift her dress hem, and walked to the base of the tree. She sensed that this place was special to him so she asked about it. "Is this a place of great importance to you?" she asked.
"This is my haven. I come here to escape from life. I can be myself." He looked around the beautiful grotto. Artanis did the same.
"It is beautiful!" She exclaimed. She walked towards the tree and placed her hands upon the cool, silver bark.
"Would you like to join me?" he asked from his perch among the branches.
"Of course!" she replied. He held his hand out for her to grab onto, but she was already in the tree, white gown and all. She seated herself next to him on a thick branch and began to swing her feet.
"Not very ladylike!" Celeborn teased.
"I thought that you would have known that about me before now!" she laughed. They sat in the tree, talking until Isil rose in the heavens, and the pinpricks of light that were stars began to shine. They decided to go, lest they be looked upon with suspicion.
Celeborn leapt down from the tree and landed stealthily on his feet. He turned to offer his hand to Artanis, as was proper. Artanis eyed him mischievously in the fading light. A plan had formed in her mind, and she was about to spring the trap on him. Stepping down lightly to a lower branch, she gently grasped his hand and caused herself to falsely slip from the tree. Celeborn reached out to catch her, and she landed neatly against his chest, his arms around her waist. Worked like a dream, she thought slyly to herself. She could see that he was blushing a light pink. Celeborn tried to step away, muttering his apology, "Most sorry Lady Artanis, I did not mean to -" Her hands went up to his face and she brought it down to hers, where she silenced him with a firm kiss. She was happy to feel him returning it after recovering from his initial shock. She only broke the kiss to breathe. Smiling, she turned and walked down the path into the evening, leaving a very happily confused elf lord.
--~~*~~--
Don't forget to review!!!
And check out the work by Silindro (since all of her stuff is really funny, well written, and highly reviewed). It can be found here:
REVIEW!!!! Nevdoiel
- - - ~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~ - - -
O môr henion i dhu: Ely siriar, el síla
Ai! Aníron Gil-galad
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