Celeborn has spent so many years carefully keeping their marriage bond closed. Quiet. Protected. For both of their sakes, though he fears she believes him dead.
Nay. He's heard rumors of the Lady Galadriel's husband's death. It had hurt to keep her in the dark, but he felt it necessary to keep them apart. They both had desperate work to do.
The work isn't done, won't be for a very long time still. But word reaches him of her grievous wounds. He can no longer bear to keep himself from her after that, and travels as swiftly and carefully as possible, ghosting along the trails with all his skill until finally he reaches Lindon. It's safe enough there - for now, with the new rings of power keeping the shadows at bay.
Only once he steps through the wards does he dare let a sliver of their bond open, pausing just long enough to pinpoint just where his beloved is at the moment. There. Just enough to act on, to turn his steps towards where he senses she paces.
For a moment she feels it - she feels him. Or she thinks she does, but it's so distant and so foreign to her she thinks it's just the effects of the darkness. Another one of Sauron's illusions, a way for him to continue his manipulations from a distance. A cruel reminder of what she had lost. There had been a time where she had thought Celeborn was still alive, that she didn't allow herself to think otherwise even when everyone else had told her he was long dead. But the more time went on she came to think he really was dead. She only said she "lost" him because she could not bring herself to say the alternative outloud.
Her hand goes to her chest, to where Sauron had stabbed her. She takes a breath, pressing against the wound with her ringed hand as if that will calm it. It doesn't help - not really.
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Date: 2024-10-04 10:57 pm (UTC)Nay. He's heard rumors of the Lady Galadriel's husband's death. It had hurt to keep her in the dark, but he felt it necessary to keep them apart. They both had desperate work to do.
The work isn't done, won't be for a very long time still. But word reaches him of her grievous wounds. He can no longer bear to keep himself from her after that, and travels as swiftly and carefully as possible, ghosting along the trails with all his skill until finally he reaches Lindon. It's safe enough there - for now, with the new rings of power keeping the shadows at bay.
Only once he steps through the wards does he dare let a sliver of their bond open, pausing just long enough to pinpoint just where his beloved is at the moment. There. Just enough to act on, to turn his steps towards where he senses she paces.
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Date: 2024-10-07 11:24 pm (UTC)Her hand goes to her chest, to where Sauron had stabbed her. She takes a breath, pressing against the wound with her ringed hand as if that will calm it. It doesn't help - not really.