Celebrían is about the age of a four-year-old human
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Celebrían watched on in fascination as her mother baked the apple pie which was for tonight's feast. She always loved watching her mother cook and would find herself staying indoors instead of playing outside whenever her mother baked.
Galadriel just took the last pie out of the hot oven and turned her back to put in what was to be the last of her pies when she heard a piercing cry. Turning around she noticed her daughter holding her hand, tears falling from her gray eyes. "It hurts nana!" Celebrían cried clutching her hand.
Galadriel ran over and picked her sobbing daughter up taking her hand into hers concentrating on sending out healing energy to her young elfling. When Celebrían quieted down some, her mother sat down on a nearby chair and held her daughter close rocking her. "Celebrían, what on Arda possessed you to touch that pie? I have told you countless times not to feel things which have just been taken out of the oven; they are hot."
Celebrían hiccupped and looked up at her mother with a forlorn look. "I know, but I wanted a taste of the pie. It looked and smelled so good. I'm sorry. Are you mad at me?"
Galadriel smiled softly at her daughter and kissed her burned fingers. "No, pen neth, not angry, more scared than anything. I thought you seriously hurt yourself."
Celebrían nestled her silver head against her mother's chest. "Please, sweetheart, next time ask me if you want a taste of something hot and I will help you, don't just grab."
"I won't nana, I promise. Can I please have a taste?"
Galadriel laughed and set Celebrían down. "I think that would be alright. Let us go see if it is cool enough." Walking to the table, Galadriel cut two small slices of pie and sat down and devoured the pie, all thoughts of burned fingers and hot pie gone.
pen neth – Sindarin for young one