Elrond Peredhil

"He was as noble and fair as an elf-lord, as strong as a warrior, as wise as a wizard, as venerable as a king of dwarves, and as kind as summer." indie elrond peredhil #ielrond

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A faint blush spread across her cheeks at her husband’s words and she ducked her head slightly, a section of silver hair falling in her face. “You will spoil me with such praise, el nin. And then what will you do with a vain lady on your hands?” Celebrian laughed softly before shifting to press a sweet kiss to his cheek.

“You know I feel the same about you, don’t you? I love every bit of you, from the ink-stained scholar to the proud warrior. I count myself most blessed to have you as my husband.”

“I hope to have her by my side for all of eternity - perhaps a day more, if she’ll have me.”

His words were earnest, with a hint of embarrassment and sheepishness following his confession. He ducked for a moment, hiding his flushing face with a clearing of his throat. “I - uh - Shall we go and have our meals, love?”

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She nudged his nose in return, “I tried harder to hide it then. I couldn’t have the dashing lord whose hospitality we relied upon thinking me a wild child. I would spend hours up in the trees when no one needed me, looking out over the valley.”

The sound of his laughter warmed her and she pressed in closer to him. “I hope I didn’t shock you too much when you realized how different I was. That’s quite a contrast, from quiet lady to tree-dwelling adventurer. Though I suppose I still have my quiet moments.”

“And I couldn’t have the beautiful lady whose parents were utterly intimidating think of me as a fool. Or have the intelligent lady herself know that I was a fool.”

He tenderly kissed her forehead, voice dropping to an affectionate murmur. 

“I reserve fondness for all of you, my love. Let us see... there is the quiet lady, the tree-dweller, the Lady of Rivendell, our sons’ strong mother, a wonderful daughter, my wife, and. . .you. Just simply you.” 

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five-word sentences.

“ please just let me forget. ”

“ c'mon try to guess what. ”

“ just leave me alone already. ”

“ no, i’m not going to. ”

“ you can’t change my mind. ”

“ my mind is made up. ”

“ i’m not gonna let you. ”

“ don’t do that to me. ”

“ think about what you’re doing. ”

“ why aren’t you listening now? ”

“ i want to sleep forever. ”

“ you need to leave now. ”

“ i’ll always have your back. ”

“ now there’s no going back. ”

“ the view really is spectacular. ”

“ i didn’t think you’d care. ”

“ why can’t you trust me? ”

“ don’t even bother with clothes. ”

“ i don’t love you anymore. ”

“ i am a great person. ”

“ you are a tolerable drunk. ”

“ exactly, why are you awake? ”

“ i’m gonna ignore you now. ”

“ how is that not hilarious? ”

“ please just calm down now. ” 

“ i was already calm, asshole. ”

“ i can see your underwear. ”

“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

“ please stop losing your temper. ”

“ you can cry if needed. ”

“ you have to run away. ”

“ i just wanna be yours. ”

“ ashes, we all fall down. ”

“ i’m hoping you’ll understand me. ”

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A laugh bubbled to her lips again and she returned his grasp, though her grip was a bit tighter than his. “Oh, I see. They’re my sons when they’re troublesome are they? And I suppose they are your sons when they are being perfect lordlings?” She pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I sent them on a scavenger hunt in the gardens by the falls. Even if they’ve forgotten I thought it might gain us some measure of quiet.” 

She leaned against him, “My day was pleasant. I relished the quiet away from meetings and papers. I’ve been at work in the gardens since midday. I fear I’ve rather let the more westerly beds go in favor of the shade gardens; it seemed time to make it up to the plants there.” Celebrian smirked slightly, “And of course it isn’t a day away from meetings if I don’t climb at least two trees. I think if you look closely there might even still be leaves in my hair somewhere.”

“You know me so well, verya.”

There was something wonderful about her face - how it seemed to open up and blossom like a spring flower when she smiled or laughed. It had an enrapturing effect to those who saw it; he wanted to reach out and grasp it, to bask in its warmth and feels its benevolence. 

Her benevolence. 

Those were the thoughts that had struck him when he first saw her a lifetime ago, and since then they had become his. . .private musings from time to time.

An affectionate chuckle, quiet and deep from within his chest, “and to think, the first time we met those many years ago, when you were with Celeborn and Galadriel... I’d thought you were quiet and diffident, not the brave, adventurous tree climber that you are.” His nose playfully nudged hers, “how utterly wrong first impressions could be.” 

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“I wont let anything happen to you.”

Celebrian had woken from a nightmare, sitting up in the bed she shared with her husband. The dream itself had been unclear, only the darkness that surrounded her had left an impact. But despite that it had still woken her with a start, leaving her shaking as she wiped a thin layer of sweat from her brow.

Her movements had woken Elrond, who was always a light sleeper, which made her dislike the nightmares more. He hardly slept enough as it was, and now she was the one to wake him.

“I know you won’t, melda. I trust you with all that I am. I’m sorry I woke you.”

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“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.”

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“Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly.”

“You’re nothing but a spoiled child.” 

“My hands are getting rough.”

“This requires the perfect partner. Would you be mine?”

“It is a monstrous love, and it makes monsters of us all.”

“Don’t move. You’re heavily sedated.”

“I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine. And should that link be broken by either distance or time, my heart would cease to beat.” 

“If you fall asleep, I won’t wake you.”

“You couldn’t leave me. You wouldn’t.”

“We’ve been dead for years. You and I in this rotting place.”

“My hands — feel them. Rough. The reflection of who I am.”

“You insist on describing the torments of love when you know nothing about them.”

“I won’t stop until you kill me, or I kill you.”

“Everybody has their place. I’ll make sure you find yours.”

“I can’t be alone.”

“Drink your tea. It’ll warm you.”

“I’ve always closed my eyes to things that made me uncomfortable. It makes it easier.”

“I’ve found warmth and friendship among you all.”

“I’m sorry I interrupted your music.”

“His blood will be on your hands.”

“What you have is a toy and some fancy words.” 

“No one ever looked for them. Mercy killings, really.”

“Perfection has no place in love.”

“The things we do for a love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret.”

“Please trust me one more time.”

“This is your home now. You have nowhere else to go.”

“You promised you would not fall in love with anyone else.”

“Ghosts are real. This much I know.”

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“He was as noble and fair as an elf-lord, as strong as a warrior, as wise as a wizard, as venerable as a king of dwarves, and as kind as summer.”

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She laughed, his joy lightening her heart immeasurably. There were days where the stresses of his position and state of the world bore down on him and even the lightness of his voice was almost an impossibility. “O certainly I must have. After all, it’s not as though you often forget to eat when a particular problem has firmly lodged itself in your mind.”

She teased him in return, delighting in their lighthearted exchange. “But since you are not one of our sons perhaps I should rephrase. Would you accompany me to dinner, melda? After I wash up and change into something more suitable, of course.” Her gesture included the dirt clinging to her hands and arms as well as where it had worked itself into her dress though her smile indicated she didn’t much care about it.

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Her laugh never ceased to make him smile.

“Can any of our sons do this?” His teasing continued merrily, an arm wrapping around her waist to pull her close for a chaste kiss.

“Must you leave to change? I see no problem to dine just as you are - save for your hands, of course, but your attire is quite fine.  I prefer you just the way you are, my lady.” 

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Celebrian smiled and shook her head, “I am all over dirt, my lord. Please just let me change, hmm? I promise not to take too long.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek before slipping away to change.

True to her word she quickly washed her hands and slipped into a clean dress before rejoining her husband. “How was your day, veruya? I hope it was not too trying.”

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A rare grin surfaced on his features at her affection, and it remained when she returned to him.

“No more nor less trying than any other day, my lady,” his warm hand reached to grasp hers absentmindedly, a brief pondering passing his features. “Though your sons,” a subtle change in his voice, teasing, “have been awfully quiet today. I have not seen nor heard from them today, and that does not bode well for this quiet peace.”

“How was your day, my love?” 

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〖 ELROND 〗

How clever he was! 

A rush of fatherly pride filled his swaying heart, though he made no attempt to let it show. Instead, his ancient face softened, the lines of disquiet slowly disappearing at the boy’s gentle intuition. 

He could do nothing but gaze down at him with kind eyes, the silent tossing and turning of his heart beginning to calm.

“You do not need to look so serious, Estel,” he tapped the bridge of his nose affectionately, gentle humor underlying his solemn voice. “Your mother would think you’ve spent too much time in my company.”

Their companions twinkled on.

“Have your brothers told you the story Eärendil and Elwing?” 

          The sobriety of the boy’s worry broke at the tap to his nose, a laugh breaking the moment as his eyes dropped and the bridge of his nose wrinkled and pinched between his eyes. 

          ❝ She says I should spend more time with you, ❞ he said, rubbing his nose with his free hand before letting it fall to his side again. He was yet so lean and long, tall for his age but yet still so slender. Scuffed knees and elbows were common with the carelessness of childhood; his mother warred with the difficulty of balancing a boy’s restless adventure with learning and composure. It had gotten more difficult as he had grown older, but she was loving and kind, even as she soothed cut knees and gave exasperated sighs. 

          He walked along, mood lifted; it was a little beyond his usual time to be put to bed so he was beginning to feel the pull of weariness, but he was also willful and enjoying the rare time to stay up longer than usually allowed ( though by the time his morning lessons came, he might regret it ). 

          He looked up, though, eyes lit with the possibility of another tale. ❝ No, they haven’t. Will you tell it? ❞

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If he felt any surprise at the boy's revelation, he did not show it. Gilraen was so undoubtedly strong, and so undoubtedly capable of raising the boy into what he would become - a man who would fulfill his destiny. In this, he knew his own place well; he was to guide, protect, and educate Estel until the right time would come when he would have very little to offer him those things anymore. It would be up to Estel to seek his own journeys, and it would be up to Estel alone to leave their sanctuary to find a world -his- beyond the safe walls of Rivendell.

He hoped Estel would stay a boy for long.

The corners of his mouth tugged at his laughter, and he raised his gaze to the endless skies, feigning innocence.

"Aren't you tired from today's trials, Estel? Would you not rather have a restful sleep?"