Destruction
"Ata! Ata!" Nerwen cried excitedly, bounding into her father's obliging lap.
"Oh my dear, dear little Nerwen, my little princess." he sighed, burying his face into her giggling head, nuzzling her affectionately. "You know," he continued, drawing back thoughtfully, "I always knew you were coming. Your Amil, she is so cute, I said to her, 'Amme,'"
"No, Ata! You would not have called her Amme, you would have called her Earwen." she giggled, raising her eyebrows at her father rather disapprovingly for his error.
"Right! I said to her, 'Earwen, I just know we are going to have an adorable little princess just like you together.' And I was right! Of course," he added, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper for all to hear, "we thought our princess had come when our dear Findarato popped out, but it seems we were wrong."
"Atar!" Findarato protested from where he was trying to paint a now fiercely giggling Amarie trying to muffle her mirth with a hand, all to no avail.
"Ata, can I tell you a secret?" Nerwen whispered, and he nodded. "I love you."
"I love you too, my dear little princess."
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Alatariel's face contorted somewhere between a smile and a frown as she laid her head on the pillar beside her, trying in vain to stifle a sob.
"Alatari, is something wrong? Why do you cry so?" Celeborn demanded worriedly, putting his arm around his wife in comfort.
"I-I was just...remembering...a dear memory, from long ago...it was from before Feanaro forged those wretched silmarilli. Before everything fell apart. Oh, how I wish nothing had changed! How I wish that we were all still there together, a happy family in a happy land. I never told anybody how much I loved it, but I did love it, very much." she hiccuped, burying her face into his obliging shoulder, quaking with suppressed tears.
"But, 'tari..." Celeborn protested quietly, drawing her up gently by the chin to look him in the eye, "If all that had never happened, then you would never have met me."
She smiled at this, one tear escaping her eyes at last.
"Then I suppose I shall have something to thank uncle Feanaro for, next time we meet."
There you have it, a little Galadriel/Celeborn, because they just do not get enough love...
*in case you were wondering, that first italicized part was a memory*
Ata/Atar-daddy, dad
Findarato-Finrod
Amarie-Finrod's lover
Nerwen-Galadriel
Alatariel/Alatari/'tari-Galadriel(this is the lovey-dovey epesse Celeborn gave her in his own tongue)
Feanaro-Feanor(yes, she did use the Quenya form of his name here. I think that she generally would have used the Sindarin form while in Beleriand, if she ever talked about him at all, but in the rare emotional moments like this when she loses control, I figure some lapsing into Quenya might start happening...)
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