Bingo #: I22
Prompts: Celeborn/Galadriel; a character you dislike- What might you have in common?
The enemy had invaded, or so Celeborn perceived it. To see the Dwarf even standing in his hall, much less sweet-talking his wife, was almost more than he could bear. It was the slaying of Thingol his kinsman all over again; he knew better than to house any- not even one- of the Naugrim. It was nothing short of suicide, warned every distrustful instinct within him. When he looked upon that stubborn, arrogant, foolish Dwarf, all he saw was a violent murderer, a ticking timer whose hour of count down would end suddenly, allowing come-what-may to occur.
But he was not afraid, he told himself, and, verily, he was not. It was the anger that drove these feelings: anger for the murders of Thingol and many others he and Galadriel had known and loved. From it sprang an unquenchable thirst for the sweet revenge the Sindar had never personally tasted against the thieving, ravaging, bloodthirsty Naugrim. Even in his own tranquil hall, with the stars above and the peaceful silver lamps about, the fragrance of mallorn in the air, with his people, with almost seven thousand years and countless generations of Naugrim between Gimli Glóin's son and the heinous treachery in Doriath, the thought made his blood boil.
Almost, he called out to express a change in his decree; almost, he ordered the Dwarf not only banished but executed. And then he heard Galadriel's kind words to that very creature. What had gotten into her? Had she completely forgotten her own history?
No, thought Celeborn, mentally answering his own salvo of indignant questions, she has forgiven. And if Galadriel, this coldest, proudest, most powerful Noldorin princess could learn to do so, he could as well.