Some Confusion in Accounts

Susan, a novice but enthusiastic reporter, shifted in her pearl-and-feathers chair. Figure her first scoop to be interviewing elves in Valinor. She'd wondered at first why no one else at her paper wanted the assignment. Now she knew.

Across a glittering shell-inlaid table sat the Lady of the Golden Wood, aka Galadriel, aka Nerwen, aka... well, the list went on. Her Ladyship blinked like never and had pinned Susan right off with this terrifying love-me-and-dispair look. She also wasn't big on answering questions.

"So, erm," began Susan, eloquently. "It says here* that elves do not have affairs before marriage."

Galadriel took a sip of her frothy pink drink.

Susan soldiered on: "But it says over here** that you and your esteemed husband... er, Celeborn the Wise, were lovers before you wed. So, which account is wrong?"

Galadriel took her time answering, the old goat. But finally she raised one arctic eyebrow and hinted at a smile.

"You have seen my lord," she drawled in that slick Noldo accent.

Susan glanced toward a tree nook nearby, where Mr. The Wise lolled in incandescent beauty. She nodded.

"Would you have waited four thousand years for a piece of that?"

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*That would be LaCE.
** From Unfinished Tales, according to Tyellas: http://www.ansereg.com/what_tolkien_officially_said_abo.htm