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Beta: Half Elf Lost

21: rosemary bonds

December 21st

Celeborn sat on the divan, a book open unread in his lap. Instead, he gazed at his wife's willowy form, bent in concentration over a wide table full of items from the woods. She was dressed in her thick winter gown, her silvery-gold hair carelessly pulled back from her work as she twined yet another sprig of rosemary into the swag of mellryn leaves and pine branches.

She expertly wove holly and bright orange berries between the golden leaves and greenery, humming a tune she had once sung to their infant daughter. More rosemary, a piece of mistletoe, and then she was weaving silver ribbon through the swag. It was beautiful in its intricacy; the silver ribbon gave it a frosted look and Celeborn was impressed with his wife's talents.

"You have been laboring over that swag for days now, wife," he said softly. "She weds in the morn."

Galadriel nodded, looking up from her work to meet her husband's warm eyes. "Aye, and the swag will be completed tonight. It is an important gift from me to her."

"Why is that?" Celeborn asked.

"It will bring hope and fertility to their marriage bed when hung above it," she said, tying a large bow of silver and gold at the top of the swag.

Celeborn leaned forward, his eyes shadowed. "She will have three children; this we already know."

Galadriel nodded sadly, her shoulders slumping slightly as she placed the swag carefully on the table. "It is not for the fertility I offer the gift," she whispered, leaving words unspoken, as if not speaking them would make them somehow untrue.

But Celeborn knew. He knew why she had created the swag.

It was the hope.

A hope he knew was in vain.


	Navigation multi-part stories previous next		Winter Dreams Beta: Half Elf Lost 21: rosemary bonds December 21st Celeborn sat on the divan, a book open unread in his lap. Instead, he gazed at his wife's willowy form, bent in concentration over a wide table full of items from the woods. She was dressed in her thick winter gown, her silvery-gold hair carelessly pulled back from her work as she twined yet another sprig of rosemary into the swag of mellryn leaves and pine branches. She expertly wove holly and bright orange berries between the golden leaves and greenery, humming a tune she had once sung to their infant daughter. More rosemary, a piece of mistletoe, and then she was weaving silver ribbon through the swag. It was beautiful in its intricacy; the silver ribbon gave it a frosted look and Celeborn was impressed with his wife's talents. "You have been laboring over that swag for days now, wife," he said softly. "She weds in the morn." Galadriel nodded, looking up from her work to meet her husband's warm eyes. "Aye, and the swag will be completed tonight. It is an important gift from me to her." "Why is that?" Celeborn asked. "It will bring hope and fertility to their marriage bed when hung above it," she said, tying a large bow of silver and gold at the top of the swag. Celeborn leaned forward, his eyes shadowed. "She will have three children; this we already know." Galadriel nodded sadly, her shoulders slumping slightly as she placed the swag carefully on the table. "It is not for the fertility I offer the gift," she whispered, leaving words unspoken, as if not speaking them would make them somehow untrue. But Celeborn knew. He knew why she had created the swag. It was the hope. A hope he knew was in vain.