A/N: Well, here goes...apologies for the delay in updating. I did have writer's block at the time, and this is the best my fevered brain came up with.
Thank-you for the compliments – and to encyclopedia of arda for mentioning the fact that Celebrimbor has long since been dead.
Disclaimer: Not mine, it's all Tolkien's. Now, on with the story.
Celebrian smiled to herself. Life was becoming very nice. Galadriel was ignoring her in order to be better able to corner Lord Elrond – who was, Celebrian considered, very nearly as good at evasion as she. Granted, after only a day or so of evading Galadriel, Lord Elrond was wearing a most harried expression – but given the fact that Celebrian had been devoting centuries to the task, she could not find much sympathy for him.
Tonight, the welcoming banquet awaited them. Celebrian grinned, and twirled in front of a mirror. Galadriel loved rich, vivid colors, and had long tried to "persuade" her daughter to wear them. Celebrian thought that the bright colors her mother preferred made her look like a corpse. Celebrian had finally gotten her way – her gown was in soft pastels. She hoped Lord Elrond would like it – she hoped she hadn't chased him away last night –but her mother had been listening . . .
Lord Elrond groaned mentally to himself. How was he to know that Celebrian had been that "pretty elf-maid that Glorfindel had been attempting to chat up?" Last night had been a nightmare. He had led Celeborn and Galadriel to their chambers, they had begun to unpack – and Celeborn noticed that Celebrian was missing. They had searched all of Imladris – only to find Celebrian and Glorfindel snacking in the kitchens.
Elrond had then tried talking to Celebrian on the way back. Galadriel and Celeborn were with them, and Erestor was attempting to calm them down. Valar help him – Elrond had never spoken to any elfmaid so silly before in his life! It seemed as though she could talk about nothing more than clothes, tonight's banquet, and various inconsequential and uncontroversial topics. Perhaps he could foist her off on Erestor for the rest of their stay. His chief counsellor was of a high enough rank that the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien could not be offended. . .
"Celeborn?"
"Yes, Galadriel?"
"Why won't she ever listen to me?"
"How so? It's not as though I can read your mind."
Galadriel smiled, ruefully. "Why won't she ever take my advice? And how could she be such a – a spineless kitten with a brain of fluff? She is my daughter, after all."
"Perhaps, it is because she wishes to –"
Galadriel cut him off. "Surely not. In any event – what do you think of Lord Glorfindel?"
"Ah – the Balrog-slayer?"
"Precisely."
Celeborn and Galadriel discussed the various elves, and various topics that might come up.
"And Lord Elrond is still trying to avoid me!"
"I would have though he would be better at it than that. The entire point of avoiding someone tactfully is ensuring that he does not realize he is being put off."
"Why?" asked Galadriel.
"Perhaps he wishes to make sure you have fully rested before speaking with you." Celeborn replied.
"Am I that fearsome?"
Celeborn just grinned.
Lindir had finally managed to corner Erestor.
"Doo-dah. Doo-dah," Erestor sang softly. "Oh, hail! O mighty musician! O sweetest of songsters – "
"Erestor!"
"Yes?"
"Could you please make an attempt at dignity? I know you're capable of it."
"But what if I exhaust my dignity before the banquet is over? Then where would we be?"
Lindir had trouble thinking of a suitable reply.
Elrond and Glorfindel were lounging around the library.
"You've talked to her! Isn't she just the most –"
"Charming? Intelligent? Funny?"
"Glorfindel? Are we talking about the same elf-maid here?"
"I talked to Celebrian – whom did you speak with?"
"Celebrian."
"That's odd. Maybe you'll be able to get to know her better at dinner."
"Dinner? Aule, Mandos and Manwe – I completely forgot! I need to change, and bathe, and – Excuse me Glorfindel."
Glorfindel just shook his head and let Elrond depart. He had been ready for the past five minutes.