[A/N: Knowing me, they'll probably go on longer than the story. Another of those Galadriel reminiscing on Celeborn fics. Disclaimer: I don't own LotR. I take Tolkien's characters and write about them, however. And I make money off them- wait, you weren't supposed to know that! Just kidding. It's fan fiction. Enjoy.]

All That I Have

I have done very little to deserve his love.

And yet he loves me unconditionally, quietly accepting me, for all my flaws. He has taken on so many roles; he is my husband, my sanctuary, the father of our daughter, the Lord of Lorien. It is assumed by most that I, the Lady of Light, am the sole maker and caretaker of our Golden Wood. Perhaps this is because I am powerful, a ringbearer. I do not know. It may seem as if he is overshadowed, yet it is he, not I, who upholds Lorien in its beauty. It is he who cares for the forest, not I.

He lies beside me, his silver hair spread out on the pillow, a strong arm about my waist. The night is peaceful and still; it is very late. Unable to resist, I trail a finger across his lips, caressing them, but he does not stir. Celeborn is the only one with whom I can set aside the powerful Lady and let the Galadriel shine through. When the day is veiled, and we retire to our flet, I become but a wife to him, and he a husband.

I am sometimes amazed that his love still burns for me. When I was offered the ring Nenya, he begged me not to accept it, but I did, not heeding his words. And yet he loves me still, giving me so much. What have I given him?

He is awake.

I can sense it, and I smile. His mind brushes against mine, asking, What be it, meleth nin, that keeps you up through the long hours of the night?

I tell him. What have I done to deserve your love?

He is silent for a moment, and I can feel his laughter. Where do I begin? He pauses, searching for words. Galadriel, I look back on my life before I met you, and I was nothing. I had nothing. And then I laid eyes on you, and my heart burst into song; I came alive when I met you. All that I am, fair one, is you.

I do not answer, too stunned to do so as I gaze into his loving eyes. I have nothing if I do not have you, my dearest, he whispers, so full of love.

Im mela le, I say, tears in my eyes for the sweetness of his words. He pulls me closer, and together we drift of into sleep. I know now, we have nothing, if we are without each other. For without him, where would I be? He is all that I have.

[Yes, extremely short! Please review! "Great merciful goddess! By all the God's cursed, simple minded-"

Faerchithiel,