An Unexpected Visitor [open]

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Who: Celeborn & Whomever joins him.
What: Swept away by a sudden current, an ancient elf prowls the halls of Cair Paradisa in search of answers.
When: Midday
Where: The Lobby of the Fortress
Rating: PG-13



Unfamiliar gray-stoned walls welcomed Celeborn once the Elf first opened his eyes. It wasn't very often that the regal Lord of Lothlórien ever found himself at a loss for words but today he was. Imagine walking through the moonlight canopy of the Golden Woods, surrounded by wild flowers and fireflies only to be suddenly whisked away to some stoney castle. Celeborn couldn't quite believe his eyes as he stalked down the hallways in total silence. His long gray velvet robes tailed behind him as he crept silently along the halls. Almost tempted to believe that this was nothing more than a mere dream, Celeborn suddenly found himself standing before a spiraling staircase. The white marble stairs caught his eye as his fingers caressed the smooth wooden bannister beside him.

Not a single word were uttered from the ancient's lips as he eyed the grand lobby of this estate with reserved wonder. While he's certainly likened to a "king" by his people, Celeborn never possessed much fondness for such gaudy decor. This castle looked like something out of fairytale yet oddly reminiscent to the grand halls of Minas Anor, the City of Kings in Gondor. While Celeborn had visited there once before many centuries ago, he remembered eying the lavish decor in great fascination much like now. Deciding to descend, Celeborn loosely held onto the bannister as he walked towards the lobby below. "Such a sight to behold." he said aloud with mild intrigue. "But is this a castle worthy of a king?"

Of course the Elven Lord doubted he was alone within this palace but so far he hasn't seen a single soul yet. With a castle as grand and luxurious as this, Celeborn expected to at least run into a servant or two during his languid exploration of this nameless estate. An explanation must be had, someone has to know why he was summoned here.

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[inafadingcrown]

"I did not doubt you would, my love." Still, she breathed a sigh of relief. A burden shared is a burden halved, they say, and she was now reminded of the wisdom in the proverb.

Without saying another word, she set her wine glass on a nearby table and leaned into him, resting her head against his chest. There is more she could ask- and she probably should. She should ask of home, of how much he has seen and the state of the war. But that would be for her benefit and not his. It will wait. For the moment, she was content to set the queen aside and play the wife- to let the Lady rest and be simply Galadriel.

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Instinctively wrapping his free arm around her waist once she drew near, Celeborn fined his glass of wine then placed it upon the opposite table. He then wrapped his other arm around his wife completely enveloping her within his arms. The time for formality has passed between them leaving them the luxury of simply being husband and wife. Celeborn honestly couldn't imagine being separated from his beloved for a year. Just that thought alone saddens him greatly. While he's honestly amazed by how much Galadriel has endured in the last year or so, Celeborn couldn't help but blame himself for it.

She is his wife after all. It's his duty to want to protect her for as long as he lives.

Gently running his fingers through her long golden tendrils, Celeborn closed his eyes and hummed softly within her ears. He could hold her like this for hours and in truth he has done so before. The Elvenlord always felt grateful whenever his beautiful wife sought his attention. He felt honored to comfort the Ñoldor Princess in her time of need.

[inafadingcrown]

There are few things she enjoys more than the feeling of him running his fingers through her hair- and he's one of the few she would allow to do so. Her eyes closed in turn and she sighed softly, practically melting into his arms, all her defensive walls coming down.

"I should not be glad to see you trapped here." She murmured. "But I have missed you so."

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It did him so much joy to hear such contentment in her tone. For one too many days Galadriel has gone without Celeborn's gentle embrace and he plans to rectify that injustice here and now. He bows his head forward so he could brush his lips against her forehead as his hand travels down her back in a slow and languid pace.

"I would be joyous nonetheless if we were to united again after so much time, a'maelamin." he replied honestly as he caresses her with such loving endearment.

[inafadingcrown]

Galadriel shivered, keenly aware of each touch as he ran his fingers down her spine and of what he was suggesting. It had been long and it seemed as if she felt each of his tender caresses tenfold. Her own hands wandered slowly and appreciatively over his chest, eventually coming to rest at his waist.

"My love," She whispered between soft, lingering kisses to his jawline, "come to my bedchamber- our bedchamber."

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Now how could he possibly refuse such a thrilling offer? Despite being married to his beautiful wife for ages now, Celeborn cannot help but easily succumb to her womanly charms. She is quite a feast for the sore eyes after all. Trying in vain to conceal his excitement, Celeborn nods in consent as he quickly scoops Galadriel up into his arms.

"Our bedchambers?" he repeated with a hint of amusement in his tone. "I suppose I have no need for the lodgings given to me. Yet, this surprises me not." Now rising from the couch with his Elven Queen held carefully within his strong arms, Celeborn glanced towards the nearest room in hopes of it being their new bedroom.

"I assume this is where we mean to be."

[inafadingcrown]

She laughed when he picked her up and held her, both startled and delighted by the sudden action. After so long together, he still somehow managed to catch her off guard from time to time and she adored it.

"You are as wise as ever, my husband." She circled her arms about him, more playfully than for any attempt at support. Galadriel trusts Celeborn completely and unquestioningly; she would place her life in his hands without hesitation. Having him carry her is no cause for concern at all.