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Chapter four
"I knew of them when I dwelt in Eregion, though not well. You look like your father, it was a wise decision of your aunt to name you after him," Celeglin smiled with pride at the words, the Lady studied his face; he found he could not meet her eyes for long. "You have Mithlin's eyes," the lady said after a few moments and then they carried on walking again.
"Tell me of my people; tell me of the famed jewel smiths from Eregion. I know tales of the great deeds of the past but only a little of my own people." Galadriel smiled as she remembered the days spent with her husband and Celebrimbor, being shown the great treasures that had been created, and now they were all lost. At least she had seen them; she pitied the one who walked beside her. Living for years around those that were too sad to tell the tales, she had experienced many greater sorrows in her time; Eregion was one tragedy of many and Galadriel found it an easy tale to tell compared to others…she spoke again, describing every trinket she had seen, every moment she could remember, and Celeglin took all the information in.
"And it was told that Celebrimbor did not leave the doors to the House of the Mirdain none knew what happened to him until his dead body was trussed up as a gruesome standard for the forces of Sauron." Upon hearing the full tale come to an end Celeglin understood why so many that had survived departed for the peace of Valinor, why so many could not bring themselves to speak for more than a sentence…
They walked in silence, both absorbed in their own thoughts of the past before Celeglin asked another question. The questioning about Eregion in general went on, until Celeglin asked what Galadriel knew she could not answer:
"Do you know how my father died? Where he died?"
"I am afraid I do not know, all the information that could be gathered about deaths was that Celebrimbor had died before the doors…but that I presume you have been told many times…" Galadriel answered watching the disappointment cloud over the elf's eyes. She noted that Celeglin gripped the dagger handle tighter, his emotions of anger and sorrow were strong; she wished she had the power to show him his parents, show him Eregion in its glory…she gently let her hand rest on his shoulder before turning and walking back to the main housing area to help her daughter. Slowly, Celeglin followed.
They were to be accompanied by some of the guards on the return journey and Celeglin helped assemble the horses for the Lord and Ladies so they could leave as soon as possible. The Lady Celebrían was to have maids at Imladris but she had insisted that one of her ladies come too as they were great friends and the friend longed to see Imladris after hearing so many tales of its beauty. Celeglin rolled his eyes slightly at the amount of baggage that was being packed up onto the horses…did these ladies presume that there would be nothing for them at Imladris? Heaving a bag up onto the back of a horse, Celeglin saw, over the horses back, the Lady Celebrían and presumably her friend exiting the building in front of him. Celeglin could see that they were excited and decided that he shouldn't be so critical about a minor issue such as the amount of baggage; after all it was her wedding…
