She had dwelt in Doriath many months before she saw him. He was tall and silver-haired like Thingol, but less proud.
"His name is Celeborn," she was told. "He is kin to the king, but prefers the forest to the caves."
And twilight to Anor and Ithil, she learned when they spoke. And his laughter was like leaves in the breeze – refreshing and free.
Then he asked her name.
"Artanis."
A beam of evening sunlight found them, and Celeborn shook his head. "You are no mere noblewoman," he said. "Galadriel I name you, for none shine as radiantly as you."