All That Glitters....
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Adult +
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1. The messengers return
Chapter One
Only a few short weeks later, five of the original messengers returned, two bearing hopefully affirmative answers.
After sending the messengers to eat and rest, Lord Celeborn slowly unrolled the first parchment. The now King of Greenwood had made several changes to the treaty including new conditions. Celeborn laid it to the side, he could not bear to read it straight away.
He unrolled the next parchment and noted it was not the same as the treaty he had sent out. Apparently Lord Elrond had a treaty of a different kind in mind. Celeborn read with interest.
Servants walking by the Lord’s study swore later they had heard their Lord swearing in several languages loudly. The rage that had filled the Lord sent him striding through the royal talan towards the family rooms.
“Galadriel I will not have it! This is not going to happen. How dare he! How bloody dare he!!!” Celeborn paced frantically waving the parchment around as he vented his anger.
The Lady sat serenely in front of her loom and watched her hervenn. His anger would be short lived and then they would discuss this ‘not going to happen’ parchment.
It was several hours later when Celeborn stopped his raging and pacing, sitting cross legged in front of his hervess, stroking her hands.
“My love, I apologise for my temper. I can not believe HE has asked this of us.” Galadriel removed her hands from his grip and gently stroked his face and hair.
“You have no need of apologies, now tell me my heart what has you so angered.” Her sweet tones soothed his remaining anger and a tear silently escaped his eye. Without stopping her soothing caresses a finger was gently swept across his cheek.
“That Peredhil wishes for one of our daughters to seal an alliance with LothLorien. He had already written his own treaty document and did not even read the one I sent. How am I to send one away from us?”
There was no shock on the Lady’s face. She had foreseen this before their children were born. One child to each realm, cementing relations between all three.
“My heart, my love, if this is the price we must pay for peace and balance then we must pay it. You must decide which daughter goes where, for we can not send one to Imladris and not to Greenwood. I have foreseen this happening since I was a child. We can not deny this request.”
Only a few short weeks later, five of the original messengers returned, two bearing hopefully affirmative answers.
After sending the messengers to eat and rest, Lord Celeborn slowly unrolled the first parchment. The now King of Greenwood had made several changes to the treaty including new conditions. Celeborn laid it to the side, he could not bear to read it straight away.
He unrolled the next parchment and noted it was not the same as the treaty he had sent out. Apparently Lord Elrond had a treaty of a different kind in mind. Celeborn read with interest.
Servants walking by the Lord’s study swore later they had heard their Lord swearing in several languages loudly. The rage that had filled the Lord sent him striding through the royal talan towards the family rooms.
“Galadriel I will not have it! This is not going to happen. How dare he! How bloody dare he!!!” Celeborn paced frantically waving the parchment around as he vented his anger.
The Lady sat serenely in front of her loom and watched her hervenn. His anger would be short lived and then they would discuss this ‘not going to happen’ parchment.
It was several hours later when Celeborn stopped his raging and pacing, sitting cross legged in front of his hervess, stroking her hands.
“My love, I apologise for my temper. I can not believe HE has asked this of us.” Galadriel removed her hands from his grip and gently stroked his face and hair.
“You have no need of apologies, now tell me my heart what has you so angered.” Her sweet tones soothed his remaining anger and a tear silently escaped his eye. Without stopping her soothing caresses a finger was gently swept across his cheek.
“That Peredhil wishes for one of our daughters to seal an alliance with LothLorien. He had already written his own treaty document and did not even read the one I sent. How am I to send one away from us?”
There was no shock on the Lady’s face. She had foreseen this before their children were born. One child to each realm, cementing relations between all three.
“My heart, my love, if this is the price we must pay for peace and balance then we must pay it. You must decide which daughter goes where, for we can not send one to Imladris and not to Greenwood. I have foreseen this happening since I was a child. We can not deny this request.”