Hey, who wants a little bit of random Celebrimbor/Narvi angst that popped into my head tonight while I was finishing dinner...?
"I do not understand how your people can find joy in such a thing," Celebrimbor groused. "Oh, I will smile and give my congratulations on the morrow, as is right and proper for the Lord of Ost-in-Edhil to do, Narvi, have no fear; but to you here now I will admit, that I do not understand it. The remarriage of a widow to another? No, such a thing is not done in elvish circles—nor should it be."
"Part of loving as a mortal, and not as an Elf, is loving while knowing that someday, you will have to part and go on into whatever follows without one other," said Narvi gently. "We do not go on forever, Khell; and we do not come back. Mortals, when we part, know that we must part for good; and those who have the pain of outliving one with whom they have shared their heart must learn to live—and even love—again without them. That is the way of mortal love; and is the way in which mortals must be loved, as well."
"I know," Celebrimbor said. "But that is not how Elves love."
"Yes, I know that now," said Narvi, in a voice that had gone soft and small. "I wish that I had known it sooner, that I might have done otherwise with you, my silver-heart, than what I did in my ignorance of your people's ways."
Celebrimbor felt his heart clench inside his chest, battering like a broken sword-blade against the hollow cage of his ribs. His arms gripped tight around Narvi's broad shoulders, clinging to his craft-partner like his uncles would have clung to the jewels of their Oath, horrified by the thought of ever letting go.
"You would wish that you had never loved me?" Celebrimbor asked, his voice a broken thing, raw and shattered on a pit of rocks.
"No," Narvi said, and cupped Celebrimbor's tearful face in warm and steady hands. "No, never; not even Mahal himself could ever make me regret my love of you, Khell. No," Narvi said again, and kissed him.
Celebrimbor's fell into the kiss, and his tears flowed down into a beard of luscious black streaked liberally with silver, as though Varda's starlit sky itself strove to quench his sorrow—but not even the whole of the firmament was a tapestry wide enough to soothe away such pain.
"No, Khell...but I might wish that I had known the ways of Elven love in time to prevent the forging of your love for me," Narvi sighed.
"I do not wish that," said Celebrimbor, his words so hot and fierce he nearly snarled as he spoke them.
"You do not wish it now," said Narvi heavily. "But what happens when I am gone, Khell?"
"Still I will love you," insisted Celebrimbor. "Still I will wish for nothing else; for I will love you, heart-half of my soul, forever. You are the other whole of me and always will be, Narvi. There is no other love that could ever take the place nor fill the absence of my love for you. Not in all of the days of all of the years of the world to come."
"I know," whispered Narvi. "I know, and I am sorry for it."

















