This is a little story I thought might be interesting. Its love tale I wouldn't think many would ever have thought to occur.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything remotely related to the Lord of the Rings or any other of Tolkien's works
This story takes place a few hundred years prior to the first War of the Ring.
Elrond took Celebrian as his wife. They married on a lovely spring day under the mallorn trees of Lothlorien. All could see how the Lady Celebrian loved the Lord of Rivendell.
And they believed that he cherished her above all things…
That was far from the truth. For it was the mother of his bride that held his heart.
Elrond looked about him. There were Elves from every realm had gathered to celebrate his wedding. They all laughed and made merry. His new wife sat next to him, so lovely with elanor flowers entwined through her silvery hair, held his hand and was smiling sweetly at him. She loved him with all her heart and would ever be a loyal spouse.
Yet the lord of Rivendell's heart was mirthless. He did not want this marriage. Everyone else wanted this marriage to come to pass, save him. It seemed all the his "wise" elders thought that he was in love with Celebrian. Even his beloved mentor, Gil-Gilad urged for the match.
By the Valar, he thought, can no one see that my heart lies elsewhere?
He loved Galadriel, Lady of Light with all his heart. He had loved her for many long years. Alas, she was already bound to another.
Elrond glanced over to the dais, where Lady Galadriel and her husband, Lord Celeborn presided over the celebration. His heart ached. Celeborn was his friend. He had first met the Lord of Lorien when he was young and just coming of age. That was before he had ever beheld the White Lady. When he first laid eyes upon her, he knew he loved her. He desired her over all things.
Yet she was married. She had been for hundreds of years prior his own birth.
"Damn you, my friend", he thought bitterly of Celeborn. "For you have the fairest being ever to be born all to yourself."
Yet he was an honourable elf, and would not cause a rift between a husband and wife. Such a thing would be wrong. It would be something a Man would do. Elrond would not lower himself to such a level.
Such was the reason that he resigned himself to this binding to Celebrian. But she was a poor compensation. Granted, she was beautiful, sweet-natured, and kind, but she was not her mother. She lacked Galadriel's wisdom, strength, and the very ethereal essence that the White Lady held. No, Celebrian could never take the place of Galadriel.
Elrond.
That voice struck him out of his reverie. He knew it was the Lady speaking to him in his mind.
My Lady? He answered back, mentally.
Come, follow me.
Elrond saw her glide off and away from the festivities. He wondered at her beckoning, but knew he must comply.
He turned to his bride. "Would you excuse me a moment, my dear?"
Celebrian smiled, "Of course."
Elrond then went off to seek out Galadriel.
I left a bit of a cliffhanger here. I will update as soon as I can. Please, please, PLEASE review. Flames are always welcome. I enjoy input of all kinds.