Assorted drabbles

Galadriel accepts her ring; Celeborn's thoughts.
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"Tis a thing of beauty, is it not?" Galadriel ran her finger over the white gem.

"It is," I said slowly. "But I have seen other things that appeared beautiful -- at first."

She saw the Two Trees in all their glory, and the jewels in which her kinsman captured their light. Jewels which brought death to my kinsmen.

I had seen other trees, in Middle-earth; not as glorious, perhaps, as those of Aman, but beautiful to me.

Did she not understand? Would she accept Celebrimbor's gift? Very well. Nothing good would come of it, but I would stand by her.