30 Days of Headcanon Day 8: Something about your OTP
Elrond and Celebrían are still my OTP to rule all OTPs, so I'll pick them.
But I do love Thingol and Melian and Galadriel and Celeborn *almost* as much.
Second Age- 2480
Tonight all of Imladris was feasting, a last celebration before hard battles that were sure to be ahead. Gil-galad had been attending councils in Imladris and would depart in the morning to return to Lindon and Galadriel, Celeborn, and Celebrían also would depart in the morning, for Dol Amroth. Tonight was a farewell to the four of them, and a chance for Elrond to attempt to lighten the darkness that had settled over the Valley, as most elsewhere, of late.
"Celebrían, you look breathtakingtonight!" Glorfindel told her enthusiastically as she took her seat across from him and between her parents.
"Thank you, Glorfindel, as do you." She gave him a wide smile, trying not to laugh as Celeborn unnecessarily gave him an intimidating glare that Glorfindel impressively managed to miss.
The food was wonderful, all of Imladris's absolute finest in honor of its guests; the finest wines were being served, and everyone was in high spirits. Even Elrond was less serious than he had been of late; likely thanks to the combined efforts of Gil-Galad and Glorfindel to be sure he enjoyed himself.
When the meal was over and the singing, dancing, or storytelling began, Celebrían found herself just watching for a while, starting to realize just how much she would miss the peacefulness of Imladris and the company of it's elves.
"Would you care to dance?" Elrond offered her his hand to her.
"I would love to." Celebrían beamed and accepted, briefly wondering why Elrond looked almost nervous, but giving it no more thought as he led her out onto the floor of the hall. Celeborn was not far, perhaps he just feared receiving one of the looks Celeborn had given Glorfindel.
"You're tense." Celebrían told him after a minute. "Relax, you dance well." She wondered if Elrond did not dance very often. Would Maglor or Maedhros ever have taught him? Perhaps he learned late.
"Thank you." He smiled and relaxed, some.
The music started off slow, and Celebrían's eyes traveled the room at first. Everyone was indeed merry tonight; Gil-galad was dancing with her mother and roaring with laughter at some story she was telling him, Celeborn and Glorfindel were in a heated debate, over large amounts of fine wine, with some other elves. She almost laughed when she saw Erestor sitting by himself in a corner with a book, typical Erestor.
She looked back at Elrond to tell him, and felt a small, not unpleasant, jolt when her eyes met his. The music began to speed up and she devoted all her attention to him, wondering how she had never really noticed his shocking grey eyes before. Were they always this intense?
The music continued to speed up and so did they, swirling in complicated steps, completely in sync, eyes locked on each other. All the hours she had spent with Elrond over books and maps and tea during her stay here and Celebrían had never seen him like this, or at least had not noticed it. Until now he had been her parent's friend, master in lore, Lord of Imladris. Her friend, too, but ultimately she had never really looked past his lordly kindness and soft sense of humor, his passion for lore and for books, and his devotion to his peaceful Valley and those who lived in it. Now she was keenly aware of Elrond's strong arm around her, his hand gently resting on her waist, and the way his body moved perfectly in time with hers.
He did dance extremely well; she wondered why he had been nervous about it. Unless he was nervous about something else entirely…
The song ended and the rest of the elves dancing were moving to rest or reset for the next song or to find new partners. But Celebrían did not move a muscle, still standing locked in Elrond's arms, as lost in the depths of his eye as he was hers.
They were both breathing slightly heavily from exertion, and Celebrían could feel his chest close to hers as it rose and fell with every breath he took. His face was only inches from hers and she wanted to reach up and brush his cheek with her hand, but suddenly she realized where she was and how many people could be watching. Elrond seemed to as well, and they stepped apart, just in time for Gil-galad to walk up and tell them they made good partners.
"Thank you." Celebrían recovered and answered first, flashing a beautiful smile at the Elvenking.
"It is all Celebrían." Elrond smiled at her, hardly looking at Gil-galad. "She dances well enough to make anyone look good with her."
"She is her mother's daughter!" The King told her kindly, and then left them to join the dance floor once more.
Celebrían felt her stomach flutter at Elrond's compliment and the way he looked at her. No, she thought. She was leaving tomorrow. Now was not a good time to start seeing Elrond in new ways, definitely not.