Disclaimer: Disclaimer is not available at the moment, please read the message at the first chapter at the beep. Beep! Summary:Galadriel, Celeborn, Aradel and Celebrian all go for a nice trip to Rivendell. Celebrian meets Elrond for the first time. Gee i wonder what could happen. I wrote this in the middle of the night on night when i was bored so don't expect it to be exactly Tolkien grade material (not that anything i do ever is) The end is pretty abrupt but i was having real troubles ending it. Anyhoo i'm just gonna let you read or w/e so ya. Trip to Rivendell The Elven girl woke on the beautiful sunny morning, bird chirping happily and a soft breeze fluttering through the window filling her room with the quaint sent of lavender. She had planted some, along with other flowers, in the garden bellow her window. She lay for a moment, relishing the soft folds of her blanket and the cool breeze on her face as she came out of a wonderful dream. It was a short dream but as wonderful as dreams got. She had been walking along in a red and amber forest and an Elven man standing just so she couldn't see his face. She looked where she knew his eyes were and knew she was in love. Then she was woken rather rudely by the annoying little sparrow that had nested in the tree her talan was set upon. With a sigh she got out of bed and got dressed in the special dress her mother had expertly sewed for herself, her sister and her. It was made of white silk, and ran fluently down her body, contouring to her every curve while the spaghetti straps lay elegantly at her fair shoulders. She smiled as she put it on and started to comb and arrange her hair with one strand over her pointed ears while the rest fell lightly down her back. She really loved that dress. When her hair was finished she opened her bedroom door and walked out. She hesitated only a second wondering whether her parents wanted her to go directly to the stables or if they were having breakfast first. She shook her head, of course they were having breakfast. She turned right and headed for the dining room. "Celebrian!" she turned to meet the owner of the highly annoyed voice. "Yes, Aradel." She replied with a sigh. "Did you take my silver clip?" Aradel's sister looked on with confusion. "I was sure I left it on my bedside table but it was not there this morning. Did you borrow it for any reason?" "No, but I might have seen it. What does it look like?" Celebrian retorted helpfully. "Well it's silver, and it's a clip. There is nothing all the extraordinary, Celebrian, it's just a clip. It just happens to be my favorite clip." She replied getting more and more annoyed with her perfect sister all the time. "Oh, yes I know the one." She said, "You stole it from my room a week ago. You left it in the lounge so I took it back." With a smile and a pat on the shoulder she brushed past Aradel and started towards the dining hall. She stood there for a moment, scowling at the air, before starting after her sister. When she entered she saw the entire royal family already seated at the table. She took her seat, on the left side of the long table, opposite Celebrian, to the left of Galadriel and to the right of Celeborn. "Is that how you are going to where your hair to Imladris, dear?" Galadriel asked Aradel, eyeing the light brown locks casually laying over her shoulders about half way down her upper arm. "Yes, Nanneth." She replied looking up. "What is wrong with it, if I may ask." "Well nothing I suppose. It's just a little…plain. I'd prefer it more like Celebrian's, that's all." She commented shooting a quick smile to her youngest daughter who had her hair like her mother's. Parted down the middle and brushed back, except one stand that hung every so slightly over the front of the ear. Aradel scowled in the same direction, then turned expectedly to her father. "Ada, you don't think there's anything wrong with my hair like this do you?" He smiled lovingly, "Of course I don-" He glanced at the warning look coming from his wife. "I agree with you Nanneth." He corrected himself quickly looking down at his breakfast. "But I can't do anything with it, Nanneth. It's to short for what Celebrian's doing and she stole her hair clip back. Sorry." She said trying to sound as respectful as possible, with a little smile. "I'd like to tie it up but I don't think you'd like that very much, would you?" "I should think not." Galadriel replied indignantly. "I don't know why you would want to put your hair up like that. You should put it like ours then it would seem like we were more of a family. It would look better to the royal family of Rivendell." "I don't think my hair will impair or in any way sway their judgment on our family. These wonderful dresses will keep their eyes busy long enough for them to not care about my hair." Aradel said her smile fading slightly. "Dear if I may say so." Celeborn interrupted timidly. "I think her hair looks wonderful the way it is. And she was right, her hair is to short to have it like Celebrian and yourself, it would look more awkward with her." Aradel beamed at her father. He usually started to inch slowly out of the room when the two had a fight, knowing that which ever side her took he would have to face the wrath of one of them. And that was not something that was to be taken lightly, that's for sure. Galadriel scowled at her husband but turned quickly to her daughter. "Fine have it that way but when we get to Imladris and everyone thinks your adopted you'll be sorry." "I'll thank Illuvatar, that's what I'll do." She muttered under her breath. "What was that?" "Nothing, Nanneth, just had something stuck in my throat." She explained quickly adopting another fake smile. Then she got shot with that stare of hers. That piercing stare that made you feel like your mind was being read. And in this case it was. "Well you know what I said so there's no reason why I should say it in front Celebrian." She said, and the stare was taken off, much to the relief of everyone. When Galadriel got into the mind reading mood she read everyone's mind. And there's a lot of stuff in their family's minds that should never be conveyed to the public. The consequences would be disastrous! She continued to scowl. What I wonderful start to the day. No matter, soon they would be on there way to Rivendell and would be to busy riding a horse to talk. At least to their oldest daughter, Aradel. "Why are we going to Rivendell in the first place?" Aradel asked curiously after the appropriate amount of time after Galadriel stopped scowling. "I told you, we are going to Imladris because your Ada and I need to speak with Lord Elrond of political business and things of the like. It's a beautiful country and is inhabited by wonderful people as well. You will like it there." The Lady said almost in monotone but not quite. Aradel sighed, it was going to be a long two weeks they would be spending in Rivendell. After breakfast they were herded by their parents down to the stables where the company that would escort them had already readied the horses. Both the Lord and Lady got beautiful silver-white horses with hard gray eyes that seemed to gleam in the sunlight, while Aradel and Celebrian got the same but slightly less radiant. "Can't you ride side-saddle?" Galadriel nagged Aradel yet again as the younger mounted. "Like Celebrian? No, I can't, I find it demeaning to women and uncomfortable. Sorry Nanneth." She replied pulling up beside her again scowling mother. "I find it wonderfully comfortable, Aradel and some women like to ride side-saddle. It's not demeaning, it's respectable." The younger daughter chimed in with a helpful smile, the one Aradel loathed. Her mother smiled appreciatively at her side-saddling daughter. With a sigh and a tug of the reigns Aradel pulled away from her mother to her father. They exchanged smiles, both sympathetic and appreciative. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting the party was ready to start moving and the long trip to Rivendell begun. Days Later They had been riding in Rivendell for some time and all were hot, exhausted and felt like dropping off of their horses though showed no signs of any weakening. "I think I see the city, Nanneth!" Celebrian exclaimed, graciously excited craning her neck about ten minutes after Aradel had seen her first glimpse of the earthy coloured buildings. She rolled her eyes and tried to drown out the voices of her chattering family with a tune that her father had taught her when she was much younger. It was sad, yet happy. Calming yet exciting. It took an hour for them to reach the palace, winding their way through the bustling city. Young Elves and Elflings poked their heads out of their doors and windows to catch a glimpse at the renowned Lord and Lady of Lorien. It was not long after they entered the city that they reached the House of Elrond. Waiting just outside the palace doors was Lord Elrond himself, a welcoming smile upon his face. "Welcome, party of Lorien, to Imladris." He exclaimed with a powerful voice once the royal family had made their way to the front of the party and dismounted their horses. "I pray your stay will be an enjoyed one." "I am sure it will be, Lord Elrond." Galadriel said, matching his smile. "Come, let us go inside. You must be weary from your journey." He led them up the few shallow steps and inside the amazing structure. Once inside he showed them where they could wash up and where they would be sleeping. He was once caught, by Aradel, making a sideways glance at Celebrian whom looked quite flattered and pulled the usual fluttering eyebrows and dashing smile look. He then invited all of them into the lounge for tea and a chat. When they went into the lounge they found it rather luxurious from the moment they stepped under the arched entrance with engraved Elvish words. It was coloured mostly with light blues and steady creams. Two couches were sitting on opposite sides of the room while matching chairs accompanied them at their ends in a slight angle towards the entrance. The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with many books. It was obvious Elrond liked to read from his vast library and other books that wouldn't fit into the library scattered around the house, in a very orderly fashion of course. Aradel found this afternoon tea and chat excruciatingly tedious. Being forced to sit up perfectly straight, smiling and making pointless small talk with Elrond's advisor Erestor. Celeborn seemed to share her thoughts though in a less painfully blunt way. He just sat beside Galadriel listening quietly and nodding or shaking his head when whomever she was talking to acknowledged him. Celebrian on the other hand appeared to be having a wonderful time talking to Lord Elrond himself. She asked him if he believed in love at first sight and the conversation went on from there. Aradel almost gagged when she overheard that. Finally the tea had run out and the points of conversation had been sucked dry from the proverbial well. At that time Elrond excused himself to tend to matters in his study and suggested they all get a good nights sleep. Celebrian and Aradel were to share a room, to the disgust of both, and at the same time wished to retreat to it. So rolling their eyes, making disapproving noises and getting looks from their parents they went into the elaborate room. It truly was a beautiful room. The walls were painted with a tan colour with a light brown design upon it that looked like branches reaching out, creeping along the wall, growing as they stood in awe. They didn't have a room with a window but on the wall opposite the door was a desk of dogwood. It had three drawers on one side as well as paper and a quill laying on the surface at the moment. One bed was coloured with green and brown with lace flowing down from the four-poster as if it were liquid. Rich browns and dainty greens were the colour of the throw cushions donning the forest green blanket. It was positioned with its head to the left wall of the room with its side on the wall with the desk at it. The other was the opposite of that, its head facing the right wall and it was closer to the wall with the door in it so it didn't touch the other bed. It was decorated with red and gold throw cushions in the same way the other way but the brown was red and the green gold. "Nice room." Aradel commented lightly as she walked in and sat on the side of the green and brown bed. "I would like to have this one, if you don't mind." "Of course not, I didn't want it anyway. This one is so nice." Celebrian said with a satisfied smile and she fingered the lace falling from the canopy. "So, is Elrond nice?" Aradel asked standing up and going to inspect the desk. Celebrian's face cracked into a fond smile and replied slowly: "Yes, he's wonderful. He's funny, smart, kind, and a great ruler." By now her eyes had glazed over. Aradel turned to her sister with a dull look on her face. "Must you make it so painfully obvious? You could have given me some room to guess or make it some kind of challenge." "I've no idea what you mean." The giddy grin had not been wiped off of her face. "You love him. Already." She informed her either lying or oblivious sister. "You've known him an hour and you already love him." "I do not. I just thinks he's a fine gentleman who-OK your right." She finally confessed, plopping herself down on the bed. There was a part uncomfortable part somewhat disgusted silence. Aradel didn't like the aspect of love, she hated it and it hated her. She liked it that way. "When are you going to tell him?" Aradel broke the silence. "What?!" she stood up very fast and looked shocked. "I can't tell him!" she all but shouted at her browned haired sister. "So your going to sit here and wallow in your own self pity until we return to Lorien where you'll sit there and wallow in your own self pity until you hear of his wedding and grow even more depressed leading to your untimely demise." Aradel simulated monotonously. Her expression softened to a nice shocked thoughtful one. "I'll go tell him." She trudged out of the room leaving behind Aradel who went to clean up. Five Hours Later Aradel was in her room again after going out climbing trees and in general wandering the forests and palace. She was reading something she had found in the library peacefully when Celebrian came in and just about slammed the door. She fumed over to lay on her bed with a defeated sigh. "What is wrong with you?" Aradel asked, sitting up to look at her blonde haired sister, confused and a little bit concerned. Celebrian, too, sat up to look at her big sister. "I took your advice. I told him." She started a little shakily. "He said he felt the same and then he kissed me, I kissed back and we started kissing." She finished, still with a terrified and shocked look on her face. "That is what you wanted. What part of this makes you upset?" she pried eagerly. "Well just then Nanneth walked into the courtyard." Aradel drew in a sharp breath threw her teeth. "She was actually happy when I told her how we felt about each other. She said at least he was half worthy of me." Celebrian smiled weakly. "Are you going to marry him?" "Probably, I love him. When? I have no idea." Aradel sat back down and continued to read. Love is confusing, she thought. The End A/N: I don't know the date they got married or the date that they met or the circumstances in which they met but that is sort of how i imagined Celebrian and Elrond getting together. Not exactly but the best i can do at four in the morning. (I could sleep) I don't know when the next one will be up so don't ask and please please please any suggestions you have at all would be great. In other words please review if it's not to much trouble. Nehoo, bye-bye!:D