Note: Long time no update!! heh...been busy and rather neglecting of my posting....I'd even forgotten how many chapters were up etc. Oh well: heres the next chapter if anyone is still interested in reading!! heh.

On a more serious note the time line for this fic was a nightmare! I trawled through the Appendicies and the Silmarillion to find dates and places and as far as I am aware all my facts are correct. I am presuming Celebrian was with her parents at Belfalas before her wedding. If you know different or have any problems with the dates that are to follow etc please let me know. I did try my very bestest and it was a pain in the neck!!


Chapter three

The guard party had been riding for many days to get to Belfalas to bring Lord Elrond's bride to him with all haste. Celeglin smiled as they saw the beauty of the rolling seas ahead of them. There was much honour in accepting the task, but Celeglin had other motives for going though. He knew the Lady Galadriel was one of the Noldor, he had learnt that she and her husband had once ruled Eregion and had been in close friendship with Celebrimbor; he hoped they would be able to tell him more of his first home, of his people.

Those that had survived and fled Eregion before its fall had always been too sorrowful to tell him, or they would only just begin to speak of how the creations sparkled before they would have to stop.

"Celeglin?" another of the guards spoke his name louder as he failed to respond the first time,

"I am sorry, I was away in thought. What were you saying?" Celeglin replied feeling slightly foolish for being so absorbed in thought. He mentally chided himself; he was meant to be on guard…even if the land of the Lord and Lady was close it did not mean that there was no chance of danger.

"We were just discussing whether to press on and reach them this night, or wait and arrive at a more hospitable hour. I think we should continue on, then we may leave as early as possible – I do not think we should keep Lord Elrond waiting for his wife!" The others laughed good naturedly at the joke, and then Celeglin spoke again "I, for one, am quite inclined to a rest without having to be on guard for a few hours at a time! I say we continue forwards, we can reach them by nightfall and get a good rest." To that the other's agreed and they rode with great speed across the plains.


To the joy of all the guards Celeglin's words proved true, and they were escorted to a place they could rest by some guards that had been sent to watch for the group's arrival. It was apparent that the Lady Celebrían was anxious to be with her husband to be.

They were informed that the Lady Celebrían had not expected them so soon and would not be ready to leave until late afternoon the next day. However, the guards did not regret their haste as it meant they could rest in comfort for longer. Celeglin was especially pleased as it gave him more time to have his questions answered.


The morning air was refreshing on Celeglin's skin as he strolled purposefully to find the Lord or Lady. Sleeping undisturbed in a real bed along with the knowledge he would learn of his family had put a spring in his step. Before he had even reached the guards to ask permission to speak with the either of them he heard a voice call to him inside his head. Looking around, knowing it could only be the Lady, Celeglin sought to answer the calling. Near the sea he saw the white raiment and the golden hair of the Lady; she smiled and beckoned him over. Jogging towards her, eager for information that had been kept from him for so long, Celeglin smiled back.

"My Lady," he greeted her, bowing his head, "I would have asked your husband some questions long ago when he was in Imladris, yet I was too young and too grieved at the time, and then when you were both staying I was away travelling. So now I wish-"

"You have many questions," she began to say "and not all I can answer for you." Celeglin's face fell upon hearing this but continued to listen, "Come, we shall walk and you may learn."

"My parents – did you know them?" Celeglin asked his first question, his hand gripping around the dagger hilt at his side.