My lord Celeborn! is the gasp from the border wardens. The Lady looks for you, every day - quickly, quickly, this way - she says nothing but the whispers all say, she is beginning to despair.
Galadriel sits in her waiting room, weaving hope into the cloth that will become the cloaks of the wardens, and has none for herself. It has been so very, very long, and he has sent no word, nor has there been rumour or whisper of him. If he is not dead, then he must be taken, for surely he would return to her else? No longer has she hope then, but he loved his people, and for his sake, she puts all her Art into her work, to keep the borders secure.
(is there a whisper, at the edges of the bond? she turns away, not daring to hope)
She does not weep - Nerwen Alatariel Aranfinwiel does not cry useless tears since the Ice - and her hands do not shake, but her heart aches, within her as she works.
He doesn't smile. Perhaps he has even forgotten how to.
But his heart lightens when he hears the news - she is here! Celeborn nods and follows till it seems they fly to where his heart is. Even if she's begun to lose hope, she is still here.
His gaze roams their home as he runs with the border wardens, feeling the peace and safety ease at the fraying edges of his spirit. Eventually he's led to where the Lady works...then he's left alone to knock on the door.
No, he doesn't let himself reach for their bond just yet.
She weaves hope and protection and her heart whispers hope to her, but she tunes it out. There is only the work of her hands, the work that will keep her people (his people, their people) safe.
Just her voice brings a flicker of a smile back to his lips. He opens the door and lets it close quietly behind him before finally brushing mentally against their bond.
What to say? All words silence when he sees her again. All he can do is go to her.
He catches her and lifts her up as his mind embraces her just as warmly as his arms. Turning, he sits where she had and settles her in his lap to just hold her close. He rests their heads together as he takes in her reality.
Always, beloved. I will not leave without you again.
Her voice is the shine of a blade, vicious and proud.
I am glad you are safe
Of course. He would have been a fine prize, after all, one of Elu Thingol's last surviving kinsman on these shores, and her husband, with no considerably prowess of his own.
He delights in that fierce strength too. He kisses her again.
Every time I thought I could return to you, you had moved on or I ran into more of the Enemy. I have been trying to get back to you almost as soon as we were parted.
But he'd refused to lead the Enemy straight to her. So he'd led them around in the process of frustrating them and weakening them.
It is unfair to make him promise that, probably. So many have not returned, to her, or to him. But she is selfishly glad that he has, all the same. Probably, she should be more cautious - this could still be a trap - but his spirit is warm against hers, moonsilver bright and deep as the roots of old trees.
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Date: 2022-10-17 01:31 am (UTC)Galadriel sits in her waiting room, weaving hope into the cloth that will become the cloaks of the wardens, and has none for herself. It has been so very, very long, and he has sent no word, nor has there been rumour or whisper of him. If he is not dead, then he must be taken, for surely he would return to her else? No longer has she hope then, but he loved his people, and for his sake, she puts all her Art into her work, to keep the borders secure.
(is there a whisper, at the edges of the bond? she turns away, not daring to hope)
She does not weep - Nerwen Alatariel Aranfinwiel does not cry useless tears since the Ice - and her hands do not shake, but her heart aches, within her as she works.
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Date: 2022-10-17 05:36 am (UTC)But his heart lightens when he hears the news - she is here! Celeborn nods and follows till it seems they fly to where his heart is. Even if she's begun to lose hope, she is still here.
His gaze roams their home as he runs with the border wardens, feeling the peace and safety ease at the fraying edges of his spirit. Eventually he's led to where the Lady works...then he's left alone to knock on the door.
No, he doesn't let himself reach for their bond just yet.
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Date: 2022-10-17 12:08 pm (UTC)"Come in." She answers the knock absently.
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Date: 2022-10-17 06:09 pm (UTC)What to say? All words silence when he sees her again. All he can do is go to her.
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Date: 2022-10-18 12:55 pm (UTC)No, no, no, impossible...
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Date: 2022-10-18 01:24 pm (UTC)"Galadriel..." A sigh. A breath. Life. Sorrow and rejoice. Love. All in just her name.
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Date: 2022-10-18 01:32 pm (UTC)"Celeborn?" Normally, she'd never allow herself to sound so weak. But this... unhoped for, unlooked for... this is joy
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Date: 2022-10-18 01:40 pm (UTC)Now is no different.
He brings her hands up to press kisses to her fingers, eyes never leaving hers. "I was lost. No more."
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Date: 2022-10-18 01:47 pm (UTC)"Celeborn"
Oh, you're here, you're safe, you came back to me!
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Date: 2022-10-18 01:52 pm (UTC)Always, beloved. I will not leave without you again.
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Date: 2022-10-18 02:02 pm (UTC)I feared... she does not finish, too many memories of horror jangling through her, too many losses on both their parts.
Never leave me again.
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Date: 2022-10-18 02:09 pm (UTC)You were right to fear.
He doesn't need to hear the rest of it to know.
I won't.
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Date: 2022-10-18 02:17 pm (UTC)You... were not taken?
For a moment, her mental voice sharpens, a blade ready in case he needs it.
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Date: 2022-10-18 02:24 pm (UTC)They tried. Many times.
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Date: 2022-10-18 02:31 pm (UTC)I am glad you are safe
Of course. He would have been a fine prize, after all, one of Elu Thingol's last surviving kinsman on these shores, and her husband, with no considerably prowess of his own.
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Date: 2022-10-18 02:36 pm (UTC)Every time I thought I could return to you, you had moved on or I ran into more of the Enemy. I have been trying to get back to you almost as soon as we were parted.
But he'd refused to lead the Enemy straight to her. So he'd led them around in the process of frustrating them and weakening them.
Now they are a little weaker.
Because she hadn't wed a weak Elf.
stares at last tag wow that's a lot of errors I THINK ITS BEDTIME FOR ME
Date: 2022-10-18 02:40 pm (UTC)You underestimate yourself, husband she purrs back at him. She's pretty sure they're a lot more than 'little' weaker.
And you returned to me, that is all I wanted
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Date: 2022-10-18 02:44 pm (UTC)Celeborn finally raises a hand to gently dry her face - and just to touch her some more.
No, beloved. They were the ones who underestimated me. And paid the price.
He hums softly, nudging their noses together.
As I always will.
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Date: 2022-10-19 04:36 am (UTC)Good.
And then kisses him again.
Thank you
It is unfair to make him promise that, probably. So many have not returned, to her, or to him. But she is selfishly glad that he has, all the same. Probably, she should be more cautious - this could still be a trap - but his spirit is warm against hers, moonsilver bright and deep as the roots of old trees.
"You need to rest." She murmurs aloud.