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melestasflight · 4 months

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Galadriel/Celeborn and 6 and Andreth/Aegnor and 17. DNWs- Hurt no comfort, smut, graphic violence, angst

One more Holiday Silm Prompt fill for @greyjedijaneite with Celeborn and Galadriel. They were so much fun to write 🤩

Celeborn expects his first meeting with the golden Noldo princess to be a tense diplomatic ordeal. He’s quickly proven wrong. Featuring vine climbing, bird eggs, and other shenanigans.

crowned with the Sun

Celeborn assesses the outfits he has narrowed down for the King’s reception, to which he will be arriving late given how long he took to bathe, oil his hair, and perfume his body with sweet sage. He dismisses the overly formal dark blue robe that on a second glance seems more fit for a council discussion. He would not like the Noldo princess to think him a prude. The festive kaftan in red and yellow lined with silk won’t do either, saving him from leaving the impression that he is overly eager to receive these foreigners into their land.

He is certainly not pleased by the idea that some among the Noldor are now permitted to cross the borders of the Girdle as they please. It troubles him that they have come to Beleriand at all, stirring matters in the North and provoking Angband’s wrath.

But he does not intend to demonstrate his displeasure openly. King Thingol asked him to serve as a guide to Eärwen’s daughter and pry from her news from their long-parted kin in the Western Lands, and Celeborn is determined to be an archetype of Iatrhim hospitality. Besides, if the Noldor mean to stay in Beleriand, it would be wise to establish positive diplomatic relations early. Keep your friends close, and enemies even closer, as the elders say.

Celeborn settles at last for a comfortable coat in soft green elegantly embroidered along the sleeves with the trees of Neldoreth, the pride of Doriath. He catches his tresses in a loose ponytail between a hair clip in the shape of a nightingale’s beak aiming for a spontaneous appearance that should conceal the amount of effort he put into this look.

On the way to the Menelrond, Celeborn repeats to himself the schedule he carefully planned to entertain a representative of these war-like people come from across the Sea. By the time he arrives, Daeron’s flute is already filling the king’s hall with pleasant notes that match the mood of the Elves conversing merrily.

He spots her instantly.

Amid the colorful crowd of intricate braids and floor-trailing robes resembling the feathers of birds from the southern forests, the princess of the Noldor stands out in her modest leather leggings and light sleeveless tunic, her unbraided hair her only adornment. For all the simplicity, her beauty outshines the splendor around her.

But Celeborn won’t allow himself to be distracted by her proud nose and the sharp lines of her jaw as carved from fine marble. He inhales and strides across the hall with pride and assurance, a brilliant smile painted across his face.

‘Be welcome to Menegroth, my lady. I am Celeborn of the house of the King, and have the pleasure of serving as your guide through our fair lands,’ he says, forcing himself to slow down the words that try to rush out of his mouth.

‘The pleasure is all mine! Lúthien spoke highly of your person. Artanis I am known among my father’s people and Nerwen among my mother’s, the Falmari of Aman, our shared kin.’

Artanis Nerwen towers above him as she introduces herself, fixing the intense light of her eyes at him, though her voice flows gently as a playful stream across the forest floor. Celeborn clears his throat to refocus himself on the task at hand. ‘Will the lady care to join me for a walk? We have much to show that might please you.’

The confirmation comes in a smile with teeth as white as pearls and they begin their tour through the caves. Celeborn directs them first to the Hall of Guardians where many of the weapons of famed Marchwardens hang on the walls. It is the first of many strategic steps on this guided visit – let the Noldor see that Doriath is not passive in the war against their foe.

‘These bows were crafted from the wood of many ancient trees for Beleg Cúthalion over the years and the latest one, Belthronding, he still uses to defend our borders,’ Celeborn explains, watching how his companion runs a finger along the smooth bodies of the bows with wonder.

‘And this spear,’ he points to a steel-gray wooden weapon, ‘was carved by Mablung the Chief captain of King Thingol from a branch of Hírilorn, the heart of Neldoreth.’

At that, Artanis’ face alights, ‘Hírilorn! Oh, I have been dying to ask since I arrived! Pray tell, how does it get pollinated?’

Celeborn feels his eyebrows furrow in confusion. ‘The tree?’

‘Well, yes,’ Artanis continues, ‘the pollination of beech trees is performed by the winds, is it not? I have heard that the Girdle disrupts the flow of currents to prevent the deadly frosts incoming from the Iron Mountains. So how do the beeches reproduce in the absence of natural winds?’

‘Our Queen Melian summons the flight of nightingales, and their wings help stir the flowers of the trees. We also stimulate pollination across the mixed forests with song and flute,’ Celeborn expounds enthusiastically, despite himself.

‘Fascinating!’ Artanis claps her hands as if she has suddenly found the clue to a great riddle.

Mablung’s spear entirely forgotten, Celeborn beckons his guest to follow him to the pools where water emerges from silver fountains and leaps joyfully into basins of pink marble. The Noldor may be famed for their craft, but that won’t stop Celeborn from flaunting Menegroth’s architecture. The greatness his people have achieved without the aid of the Valar even!

Celeborn is more than pleased to see how Artanis is pointing her ears in all directions to catch the pleasant sounds around them. ‘Water is the lifeblood of our country and these pools were built to provide respite to all who dwell here. We are most grateful to our friends, the masters of Nogrod for their skill in hewing marble and stone but it was the King himself who designed the channels of the Esgalduin which—’

‘Is that the song of a Magnolia warbler?’ Artanis interrupts him to trace the flight of a small bird that disappears among the vines and flowers crawling up a tall pillar.

Her dismissal of Celeborn’s praise of his King should bother him by all rights, but to his own surprise, he finds Artanis’ open marvel enchanting. They both follow the ruffling of leaves with the attention of cats on a prowl until the black and yellow head of the songbird reemerges from its small nest that is perfectly camouflaged among the greenery.

‘She has eggs!’ Artanis exclaims and takes off at once, climbing up the natural trellis of the pillar with impressive dexterity. As he watches the ripple of muscle exposed by Artanis’ sleeveless tunic, Celeborn catches his mouth falling open. He closes it promptly.

‘Take care, my lady!’

‘Be worry-free!’ Her voice echoes several feet above him already. ‘I grew up scaling the tallest trees in Oromë’s forests. And to the frustration of all my brothers and cousins, I won every time!’

Artanis moves her feet swiftly along the vines to reach the nest of the warbler and murmurs something in her language that Celeborn fails to understand fully. The bird sings back and with one swift flight leaves its nest to bury itself in Artanis' hair, its yellow plumage disappearing among the gold.

‘Look, Celeborn! They indeed look like little Moons.’ Artanis holds one of the warbler’s eggs between her fingers before gently returning it to its nest. Then, she descends the vines, even quicker than she had climbed them. ‘This is so much fun. Where are we headed next?’

Suddenly, the schedule he had created for them seems unsuitable and frankly, utterly boring. ‘I had planned a visit to the King’s armories but perhaps we could adjust our itinerary?’

‘I couldn’t agree more. I shall be frank, Celeborn, I am rather tired of matters of war. Perhaps we could venture beyond the caves? The day outside looks quite pleasant and I find myself in need of some forest air.’

Spurred on by Artanis’ infectious eagerness, Celeborn gives in to the urge to forsake all etiquette of diplomacy. ‘If our common interest in the protection of our lands is not of interest, may I ask my lady, why have you come to Doriath?’

Artanis turns to him then and the tree light in her gaze softens as a gentle caress. ‘You would know this best. Melian who once sang the gardens of Lórien to joy dwells here and Lúthien beneath whose feet Niphredil blooms, and Daeron also, who alone keeps the memory of many songs that our people made of old ere they crossed the Blue Mountains.’

As she speaks, a sunbeam finds its way between the vaulted ceiling of the caves and bounces from the many fountains to settle upon Artanis’ head. The gold of her tresses blooms under the light and she seems to Celeborn as if crowned with the Sun. Standing tall and lithe as a beech tree, she is the image of Ivann, Queen of the Earth, tho Celeborn has never met the Belain.

‘What use to us is war,’ Artanis asks, ‘if we do not take the time to know the things that need protection

They stand in comfortable stillness for a while during which Celeborn decides to leave the question unanswered. Instead, ignoring the wild thumping inside his chest, he proposes, ‘What say we visit Hírilorn and I can show you the nightingales at their work? It is only a long walk away and we would be back before nightfall just in time for supper.’

‘Lead the way,’ she answers in a heartbeat.

Just then, the yellow warbler finally detangles itself from Artanis’ hair and takes flight. And when the princess shrieks in joy, Celeborn begins to believe that the coming of the Noldor may be a blessing after all.

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valardynasty · 4 days

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Galadriel & Celeborn

Ma représentation de Galadriel & Celeborn.

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lyrainbeleriand · 2 years

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The fact that you guys not appreciating Celeborn and their beautiful relationship about preserving the beauty of the land, but still calling Nerwen Galadriel, the name he gave her really just show what a bunch of clowns you are lol

#celeborn #galadriel #celeborn x galadriel #anti rop #anti rings of power

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annoyinglandmagazine · 6 months

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♗♡ and Galadriel and Celeborn for the nonsexual forms of intimacy, please?

She slipped his cloak about her shoulders, folding it across her chest to trap the heat in despite the warmth from the sun bathing them in the depths of spring, his own and many’s favourite season in Doriath for it was more beautiful here than in any other corner of Middle Earth, but no matter how fair the season Artanis was always looking to hold heat like a sacred treasure to her breast as if all her surroundings were attempting to rip it from her.

They weaved amongst the trees, ancient even as they were perhaps, until they found a perfectly illuminated glade far enough from the caves of Menegroth that they should remain undisturbed. He recalled the lighthearted teasing of his fellow nobles, that he was so besotted by the golodh royal that they scarcely expected to see him return from his (perfectly courtly) walks with her, they feared that he might lose himself in the enchantment of her eyes and return several years later a foot taller or something of the sort.

This he did not mind, why should he ever be embarrassed by such a love that he must surely be blessed by divinity to be given a chance at, but nonetheless he did understand her desire to appreciate each other’s company away from the confines of court and a thousand prying eyes on every fond glance. He sunk down into the soft pillow of grass and daisies at the foot of a sturdy oak, shaded slightly so as not to strain there eyes but still hopefully warm enough for her comfort.

Her pale gold skirts fanned out around her and he felt their rustling against his cheek as she nudged his head towards her lap with a tap on the shoulder, the motion so familiar he needed to open his eyes to locate her even less than she needed to use words to make the request.

It was too much of a challenge not to look at her though; he cracked his eyes open despite the brightness and fell in love all over again with the sun lighting this maiden’s hair with a brightness he would never see elsewhere (but what use would he have for any other form of light if he could just gaze upon this spun gold for the rest of his days, surely the two trees must been modelled after this in the great plan rather than the other way around?)

But her face, those perfect noble slopes and slants, was so changed in these months from that prideful lady who had stood before Thingol without waver in her voice despite the horrors of her past years that made themselves apparent in every sudden movement, that warrior who knew nothing but wariness for those around her. Now she laughed, perhaps as she had before though he doubted it, she was not the princess of Valinor and never would be again he surmised but this was of no concern to him as that had not been who he’d fallen in love with, and when she laughed her face shone with warmth, grace and joy that could not help but fill him with more happiness than the laughter of any other could have.

Perhaps that was why, he thought, her joy had such a profound impact on him. There were so many here in a land cut off from all the turmoil into this sanctuary and paradise, that laughed because they had known nought else but laughter and banquets, so perhaps it was understandable that something in him felt more hope in this supposedly marred existence at the sight of one that he had held in his arms shaking without speech for hours on end at the things she’d seen that none of them could so much as picture in their minds smile at the beauty in the world that had wronged her the next day.

Joy was a truer thing in those that had known suffering and so understood the value of it and he would seize the purity of this joy he shared with his beloved. His love for her would endure, he knew it. Through all the ages of the world, to whatever end was written for him, their paths would be intertwined and would always find their way back to each other’s side. Just wait a few more years, he though as he drifted into the inviting embrace of the heaviness behind his eyes, the fingers twined with his upon the grass the last thing he was aware of, I will ask for her hand and we will be wed under the full starlit skies. Where I go after that matters not, only that I will go by her.

#celeborn x galadriel #celeborn #galadriel #doriath #silmarillion #tolkien #lord of the rings #ask game

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velvet4510 · 2 months

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polutrope · 5 months

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Number 23 (Going from a hot tub/sauna into snow/cold water), Galadriel and Celeborn (romantic or pre-romance, up to you)

For the modern AU holiday prompts! Here you are, Anon: ~1100 words of Galadriel meeting a cute boy at her 19th birthday party. (I received this same prompt for another couple, so there will be a part 2 of this with more actual snow jumping😉). Warnings for several f-bombs, some other swear words, and a millennial writing Gen Z. Sorry, besties.

Knotting her plush white robe loosely around her waist, Galadriel led the parade of her girlfriends onto the flagstones of Nevrast Nordic Spa.

Her friends chattered behind her.

“Yo, this place fucks.”

“For real.”

“Ahhh! Gal, it’s snowing!”

“Ugh, this is so boujee. I can’t believe I’m here.”

“Hey, sis,” Galadriel whirled on the last speaker. “No bad vibes, remember?” The other girls laughed. “Yeah, my rules, cause it’s my b-day, bitches!” She threw her arms out in a V-shape and struck a pose.

Edhellos lifted the phone dangling from her hand by a gold finger-loop and snapped a photo. “Ahh queen! You look so cute!” she said, looking at it, and hurried over to Galadriel to show her. Then she gestured to the others. “Come on, come on, babes, let’s get one of all of us.”

All four of Galadriel’s best friends huddled around her while Edhellos held her phone out as far as possible for a selfie.

“Okay, okay,” Galadriel said, and they all hushed. “So the way it works is you go hot, then cold, then relax. Hot pool or sauna, then cold pool or cold shower, then chill for fifteen minutes. And we're supposed to be quiet.”

They all nodded, except Nellas, who was a little removed from the group with her arms crossed over her chest. “I think I’ll just sit and read.”

“Oh come on, Nelly!” Edhellos whined. Evranin shushed her.

“No, it’s fine, Nel,” said Galadriel, and smiled. “Join us whenever.”

“I can’t believe we’re all nineteen now,” Lindis said a loud whisper as they lounged in the largest of the hot pools. “We’re so old.”

“Oh, please, spare me. You have no idea what old is,” said Evranin, who was all of twenty-one.

“Hey, I’m still eighteen for two weeks!” Edhellos protested. This time, Lindis shushed her.

Galadriel examined her pruny fingertips. “I don’t know. I’m kind of excited to get older. Maybe my dumbass family will stop treating me like a baby.”

At the mention of her family, Edhellos’ eyes lit up. “Oh hey, how’s Angrod?”

“Oh my god, Los,” said Lindis, “stop thirsting for her brothers!”

“Brother,” Edhellos corrected.

“I dunno.” Galadriel shrugged. “Maybe just ask him out already.”

Edhellos sputtered. The other girls giggled.

“I think Finrod is hotter,” Evranin said casually.

“He is way too old for you!”

“Isn’t he gay?”

“What? No! Galadriel said he had a girlfriend in Valin, remember?”

“The one he dumped?”

“No, she dumped him.”

While her friends debated the relative attractiveness and past relationships of her older brothers, Galadriel sank lower, rolling her shoulder blades back and forth over a water jet. She hummed contentedly and let her eyes fall shut. She’d been all nerves the last month with final exams and papers, but she was finally able to relax.

Just that morning her grades had come in: four A+ and one A (at least she was well above class average the last one). She’d also been taken off the waitlist for a seat in The Paranormal Mind. Thank fuck.

Everyone at Ondolindë University wanted to take that course, but Galadriel needed it if she was going to have any chance of doing her honours thesis with Melian Goel. Evranin, who was President of the Psychology Student Association, said that that Dr. Goel was planning to retire soon and might not be taking new students. Oh pleasepleaseplease, Galadriel thought, please take me.

She exhaled slowly and intentionally released the tension building in her neck. This wasn’t the time for worrying.

Then her eyes flew open and she bolted upright as a surge of water splashed over her.

“What the fuck!” she shouted, swiping the backs of her hands over her eyes.

“Celeborn, you dumb shit!” a male voice cried from behind her before breaking up into laughter.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” The person who’d narrowly missed tumbling on top of her rose from the water with an expression of sheer terror. “I’m so, so sorry. Are you okay? Oh god, I’m sorry. I slipped, we were racing from the…" Catching the look on Galadriel's face, his nose crinkled sweetly. "I guess that’s a pretty dumb excuse, huh?"

“Yeah, it is.” Galadriel smirked and bit her lip. He was her type: tall, slender but well-toned, and a little timid. Which was far preferable to the blustering arrogance that most guys her age — no, scratch that: all ages — liked to use to hide their emotional incompetence.

“That’s a sick tattoo,” she said, gesturing with her chin to the elegant tree climbing its way up one bicep.

“Oh, really?” he said. “Thanks. It’s a beech. There are a lot of them where I grew up, and— never mind, doesn’t matter. Thanks. Hey, by the way," he held out a hand, “my name’s Celeborn.”

“Galadriel.” His handshake was firm, but not too firm. Long fingers, too. A little spark of excitement shot down her arm as she pulled back. “So, you were racing—?”

She was cut off by a whoop from his friend still standing on the flagstones behind them, which prompted Galadriel’s friends, who’d huddled by the small waterfall at the opposite end of the pool, to finally take notice of the interaction.

As Celeborn’s friends — the first now joined by two more — slid into the pool, Galadriel’s group drifted over like a train of ducklings lured by breadcrumbs.

“Hey, I’m Galathil,” the loud one said, “and this is Mablung, and Beleg. Celeborn here is my little brother.”

Galathil attempted to ruffle Celeborn's silver-blond hair, but it clung wetly to his head.

“Hi,” Galadriel waved coolly, then dragged her eyes from Celeborn to the empty space beside her, beckoning him to sit before someone else did.

He picked up on the cue, seating himself at a respectable distance; but to his right, Edhellos slyly shuffled over so that he too was forced to scoot closer to Galadriel.

“Yeah,” he said, in answer to her interrupted question. “We thought it would be fun to, you know, go from the sauna into the snow,” he pointed to the snow banks around the spa area, “and then from the snow to the hot tub.”

“Oh really?” Galadriel’s eyebrows shot up, and Celeborn looked sheepish. “You know you’re supposed to ‘relax’ in between the cold and going back to the hot?”

Several of Galadriel’s friends giggled.

“Huh?” said Celeborn.

“You’re supposed to go hot, cold, then relax for fifteen minutes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Galadriel smiled and smacked his arm lightly. “But the snow thing sounds fun.”

His face split into a dashingly handsome smile that dimpled his cheeks. “Yeah,” he said. “It is.”

“Hey fam,” she called to her friends. “Wanna jump in the snow?”

“What!” shrieked Lindis.

“Hell no,” said Evranin.

“Ahh so fun, yes please!” Edhellos squealed, and levered herself out of the hot tub. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Lit,” said Galathil to no one in particular, and followed her.

“Come on,” Galadriel said to Celeborn as the others squirmed and scurried out of the pool in various states of enthusiasm. “I’ll hold your hand so you don’t slip this time.”

#anon #galadriel #celeborn #celeborn x galadriel #edhellos #modern au #holiday prompts #my fic #beleria au

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findelyfantasy · 1 month

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Just a Moment Longer

(Galadriel x Celeborn)

Description: Galadriel and Celeborn being cute before the events of RoP.

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of war, but not in great detail. This is really just a bunch of fluff.

Sunlight poured through the large window in their shared bedroom. Galadriel felt Celeborn roll over in his sleep. He wrapped an arm around her waist, as he always did when they lay in bed in the mornings. When the two of them weren’t working, that is. Galadriel’s eyes were open, but she was not facing her husband, however, she could hear him inhale in his sleep; a deep, cleansing breath that always signaled wakefulness in Celeborn. Galadriel placed a hand on his own, tracing a pattern on top of it with her fingers. A minute passed, then two, then many more. Time was shared between husband and wife in comfortable silence. Galadriel wished she could hold onto this fragment of time forever, but Celeborn would have to wake up eventually.

“Good morning,” Celeborn mumbled into her hair.

“Good morning,” Galadriel replied. She took the hand of the arm that was wrapped around her waist and pressed a kiss to the back of it where she previously was tracing patterns.

“Did you sleep well?” Celeborn asked.

“Hm,” Galadriel hummed in reply. She didn’t sleep well anymore, not since her brother, Finrod, had passed. There were moments when sleep would take her into its quiet embrace, but it was never for long, and it definitely wasn’t an often occurrence. Celeborn nodded in reply. Galadriel could feel his movement against the back of her head.

“How did you sleep?” Galadriel questioned.

“Good,” he said. Galadriel turned over to face him. She never tired of being this close, to feel him laying beside her, to hear his breath, and to have these quiet moments just them two. When it was just the two of them, they were both comfortable. Stress did not tear away at them like it did outside the bedroom walls. Here, they were safe in their own fortress, where nothing beyond could steal the air from their lungs or infect their thoughts with dread. To Galadriel, these moments almost made her forget about the war. Soon Celeborn would have to leave her to fight to defend their lands from the evil that has been plaguing them for centuries, but here in her husband’s arms, Galadriel felt safe and guarded, protected from the world. She gently pressed her forehead into his. Celeborn leaned up just a bit to kiss her, which Galadriel accepted graciously.

“What do you think will come from all of this?” Galadriel asked when they separated, reality setting back in. “the war, I mean.”

“Peace,” said Celeborn. He paused to take a breath, rubbing his hand gently up and down on Galadriel’s waist comfortingly. “I’m sure of it.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Hm,” mused Galadiel. Celeborn smiled, placing his hand more meticulously on his wife’s side. Propping himself up on one arm, he then made a couple of quick squeezing movements with his fingers, making Galadriel jump. She stifled a laugh, and her solemn expression dissipated.

“Come now, my love. There is no need to be so worried at this moment. Let us take the present as it is, and worry about the future when we leave this room.” Celeborn spoke, continuing to tickle her. Galadriel had one hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter, to no avail, and wormed the other out from underneath her pillow to attempt grabbing Celeborn’s wrists.

“Celeborn!” Galadriel nearly squealed when he hit a particularly sensitive spot on her ribcage.

“Promise me you won’t worry further,” he demanded teasingly.

“I promise,” answered Galadriel. Celeborn ceased tickling immediately. Celeborn nodded, satisfied with Galadriel’s answer. Galadriel leaned up and kissed him square on the mouth, hoping that Celeborn knew how thankful she was for this time with him. She would have to tell him that later.

These mornings were little pockets of sunlight she could hold forever, filling her heart with a warmth that could make her insides melt if she wasn’t careful. Maybe it was time to get out of bed, but Galadriel dreaded the thought. She kissed Celeborn harder, trying to make this moment last just a bit longer.

#celeborn x galadriel #galadriel #celeborn #rop fanfiction #tickling #sharing a bed #fluff fanfic #rings of power fanfiction #set before all the drama #gif tw

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missmayhirai · 2 years

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Lord and Lady of Lothlorien

CELEBORN COME COLLECT YOUR WIFE SHE’S FLIRTING WITH A HUMAN MAN!!!

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shy-blue-blossom · 1 year

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Galadriel/Celeborn

Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn were expecting their first child and couldn't wait to hold them. While they were thinking of names, a close friend of theirs had a little boy of their own.

A couple of months later Galadriel had given birth to their little bundle of joy. A nurse came in holding a small bundle of blankets. The nurse went up to Galadriel and placed the bundle into her arms.

"Congratulations, m'lord and m'lady, you have a daughter." The nurse told them.

They looked at the little girl in Galadriel's arms and a smile graced their faces as they saw her sleeping.

Time skip

It had been over two thousand years since then and the little elfling is now a beautiful h/c hair and e/c eyed she-elf. Her name, y/n princess of Lothlórien.

She was reading a book when she heard a song being played for a dear friend of her mother and father.

Gandalf.

Gandalf the grey.

She stood up and made her way down to her parents and saw them talking to Haldir, their friend's son.

"Nana, Ada?" She called to them and they turned to her.

"What's the matter the Iellig?" Celeborn asked her as he walked to her. (My daughter.)

"Why are you playing a song for Gandalf?" She asked them.

Before they could answer an elf came and asked for her and she left with them, but not before kissing her parent's cheeks. As she was following the elf they showed her the gardens, as they needed her help. She thanked the elf and they left her to think of a solution. She didn't notice the elf watching her as she thought of what to do.

"It's been awhile Lady y/n." The elf spoke.

She turned around to see the prince of Mirkwood standing behind her wearing a silver tunic. A smile made its way onto her as she stood up and ran to him. He caught her and hold her tightly s he smiled.

"Meleth nin, how I have longed to see you." The elf told her while pulling back to look at her face. (My love.)

"Me too, a'maelamin Legolas." She said while smiling up at him, her eyes tearing up. (My beloved.)

When they started to fall he kissed them away with gentle pecks. They talked about what they have been doing while apart.

"Meleth nin." Legolas suddenly spoke in the silent gardens. (My love.)

"Yes?" She questioned as she looked at him.

"I am to carry on my journey and before I do, I want to marry you." Legolas started. "I have already got your parents permission, but would you spend the rest of entirety with me? Would you marry me tonight?" Legolas finished as he looked into her eyes.

All that y/n could do was nod her head as tears began to stream down her cheeks as she jumped onto his lap to hug him. Legolas wiped them away as a light voice congratulated them. When y/n turned, she saw her mother and father.

"Ada, Nana, thank you." She thanked them, as they hugged her after she had stood up to hug them.

Galadriel and Celeborn watched them get married. Once they were, they spent the night together and woke up in each other's arms.

"Be careful on the journey and come back to me." Y/n said to Legolas as she helped him get ready to leave.

"I could never leave my one on middle-earth without me next to her." He explained with her face gently in his hands.

She nodded her head as she learned into his touch, with her eyes closed. When she opened them to look up at him, he was watching her with love and admiration. He put his forehead against hers and whispered...

"Gi melin. Uuma dela, av-'Osto. Elen sila lumenn omentilmo. Na lû e-govaned vîn." Legolas told her, which made a small smile make it's way onto her face. (I love you. Don’t worry, don’t fear. A star shell shine on our next hour of meeting. Until next we meet.)

"Gi melin. Aa'menealle nauva calen ar' malta. Tenna' ento lye omenta!" She whispered back. (I love you. May your ways be green and golden. Until next we meet!)

Legolas closed the space between them and gave her a passionate kiss before leaving. When she was left alone, she nearly broke down into tears. But she did not.

Y/n didn't realise someone was knocking at her door as she was to busy inside her head. She only noticed when her father stepped into the room.

"Ada?" She looked at him confused, as he looked at her with concern. "What is the matter?" She asked.

He explained to her that she had been in her room all morning and she had missed breakfast and it was time for lunch. Before he let her leave, he asked her if there was anything wrong. She explained to him that there was nothing wrong and that she had just been thinking about what has happened over the years and yet to come. Celeborn chuckled at that and led her to her mother.

The mother and father protected their daughter and they would kept doing so until their very last breath, they set sail to the undying lands, or she was reunited with her husband.

That is what they did.

When the one ring was destroyed, they took her to Aragorn's coronation to be with her husband. Once Legolas seen her, he had ran up to her and tightly hugged her. Aragorn was introduced to her.

Galadriel, Celeborn and y/n were then told of Haldir fall in battle. Y/n had cried, since she has seen him as an older brother. Galadriel had to take her somewhere else to calm her down,

"Iellig, why are you crying? Do you think your older brother would like that?" Galadriel tried to calm her told and y/n smiled when Galadriel had said Haldir was her brother. (My daughter.)

She shook her head no, then hugged her mother.

"Gi melin, Nana." Y/n whispers to Gardens as she was hugged back. (I love you, mother.)

Soon Celeborn came and found them hugging. He hugged both of them as he kissed their heads.

"Gi melin, Ada." Y/n whispers to Celeborn. (I love you, father.)

"Gi melin, Iellig." Both Galadriel and Celeborn whispers at the same time. (I love you, my daughter.)

The end.

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