hetaonihetalia

“Now, love, is that really necessary?” Lord Celeborn said as he jumped backwards, into the light. “I came all this way – walking from Alquolande, because your grandfather refused to let me borrow a horse – and you greet me with a sword.” Galadriel dropped the knife she was holding, and raised her arms like she was going to throw them around him, before letting them fall back to her sides. “It technically wasn’t a sword.” “It wasn’t? Very well, I came all this way, only for you to greet me with a knife,” he teased, the corner of his mouth curling upwards. &#

The mallorn leaves were just turning gold. Galadriel was looking out of their talan, and sighed slightly. Knowing his wife, Celeborn approached her. "Is something amiss?" he asked quietly. She gave him a small smile. "Oh no, nothing…" she paused. "Just… there is no real winter in Lórien…" Celeborn raised his eyebrows in surprise. "But it's you who made it so…" "Yes, I know," she chuckled. " I just remembered Helcaraxë." "Uh… Helcaraxë? As in… 'the desperate crossing in hardihood and woe'?" Celeborn couldn't help himself but sound somehow sceptical. "Well… sometimes it was fun." "Fun?"

The first time you see him, he is gracefully moving so as not to bump into you. He doesn't stop to acknowledge you as courtesy requires, but you can see he's in a hurry. Later you learn that he has just come back from patrolling the forests, bearing urgent news to Elu Thingol's ears alone. You also learn he is dividing his time mostly between counseling Thingol and captain duties. When you're finally introduced he is clean, his bright silver hair straight and unbraided and his eyes have a depth of wisdom to them, even though he is relatively young. "I apologize, Lady, for so rudely ignoring you," he says politely; you smile and nod your acce