A Spring without a Winter

[silvertree]

Who: Celeborn & Whomever else joins.
What: It's always best to hone your skill for war during times of peace.
When: Afternoon
Where: The Park
Rating: PG-13


A pain shot through Celeborn's arm as he swung his sword. It would seem that months of no practice left his unprepared for today's vigorous training. While some would say he has no need to take up the sword again, Celeborn is quick to say otherwise. His stay in this realm left him with bitter distaste. He would much rather be returned home with his wife than left to linger here another day. While to some this realm is more like a paradise than a prison, Celeborn couldn't help but feel the latter. To him, Paradisa is nothing more than a gilded cage. A sordid reminder of his failing as husband and a leader. He believes that if he was more capable, they would've won their freedom by now.

The silver blade he carries must've been a gift of some kind. Perhaps some way for this realm to coax him into submission, but thankfully Celeborn isn't easily bribed. Now rubbing his aching shoulder, the Silver Lord stops briefly to observe his surroundings. The snow that fallen completely coated the once green fields of the park; making it look like a winter wonderland. While most probably don't find this dreary wintery setting to be worth admiration, Celeborn found himself doing just that. He always preferred the coming of Rhîw above all seasons.

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[silvertree]

Celeborn smiled once she rest her head upon his shoulder, but her wise words left him thinking of the past. There's a reason why he laid down his blade in favor of a pen. All the death and destruction he had seen and survived was enough to make Celeborn forgo his sword. Memories of Doriath was still quite fresh within his mind, and the Last Alliance between Elves and Men wasn't so long ago. He remembered all that transpired. Everything from Morgoth's rise to power and the kinslaying were still fresh within his memories.

"How true." He replied quietly. "My words a sharper than any blade, yet they do not kill." While Celeborn's not so much of a pacifist, he certainly doesn't believe in killing out of spite. He would much rather spend the rest of his days in peace other than in peril.

[inafadingcrown]

"They may be sharp when necessary, true enough. But I would much prefer to hear you speak softly. You have skill in that also."

Words of war, words of wisdom, words of peace, and words of love- in her opinion, he had a way with them all. She raises her head to meet his eyes with her own. "Will you walk with me?"

[silvertree]

"Then shall you have me whisper only sweet nothings to your ear?" He joked idly with a small hint of a smile stretched upon his lips. In these wonderful times of peace, Celeborn has no need for sharpened words.

"Of course." He happily answered. "I have no need for my blade anymore." Celeborn said as he brushes back a loose blond curl behind Galadriel's elegantly pointed ear.

"Lead on."

[inafadingcrown]

And she began to walk with no real destination in mind. It was a pleasure just to stroll about the grounds with him on her arm. Or she on his- there was little distinction in her mind. "I would have also your counsel and your wisdom." But then her smile took a little mischievous turn, almost turning to a smirk. "Yet I will freely admit that your suggestion does have some appeal."

[silvertree]

The mischievous smirk she given him was enough to coax another smile from Celeborn. He honestly loves seeing this carefree side of Galadriel. It's a rare treat to see her unburdened with the affairs of others. More often than not, his wife acts as the envoy of truth for those who seek it. Capable of viewing both the past and the future, Galadriel was more often than not feared by those who only knew of her by name. Yet while by his side, she doesn't have to fulfill her role as the Lady of Light.

"You humor me, my lady." He chuckles. "However, I would rather be all that you desire and need."

[inafadingcrown]

"And so you are, my lord." She gives his arm an affectionate squeeze as they continue to walk. Her words are said lightly and with a mirthful tone that belies their sincerity. It was easy for a casual observer to overlook Celeborn- to see only Galadriel and her obvious power. But, in truth, they were far more balanced. He grounded her, offered her support, kept her from the worst of herself. She was blessed to have him in her life and she knew it.