Yalúmessë

A/N: Sorry it took so long!

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The Morning After the Night Before




Artanis gave a content sigh as nestled against her husband’s chest. The morning sunlight bathed the two in golden hues as they lay together. Artanis’ movement aroused Celeborn.

“Good morning,” he said and raised a hand to stroke her hair.

They lay like that a long time, in silence, basking in the glow of their love, until Celeborn murmured something, a name:

“Galadriel . . .”

“What?”

“That is what I have decided to call you. Artanis and Nerwen do not suit you, to my mind. Galadriel . . .”

Artanis tried it on her tongue. “I love it,” she purred, a bright smile on her face. “From now on, I shall be known as Galadriel.”

Celeborn grinned and turning to his wife, he kissed her breath away. They would have gone on kissing for the rest of the morning if a servant had not knocked on the door.

“Yes?”

There was a pause before the servant spoke again. “The King and Queen wishes an audience with you in their chambers before breakfast.”

Celeborn and Galadriel exchanged nervous glances.

“I shall be there.”

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The silver lord and the golden lady walked down the hall together towards the royal chamber. The servants they passed stared at them, some with a startled countenance, some with a knowing smile. For, you see, elves can tell when another elf is married just by sight or hearing them speak.

When the two reached the door to the King and Queen’s chamber, Celeborn turned to his wife. He looked almost frightened.

“You must come with me, I cannot face it without you.”

Galadriel stroked his cheek and with a soft smile she responded. “Of course, melmenya.”

The couple entered the room.

Thingol turned to them and was about to speak when he stopped short. He and his wife, of course, noticed the difference. Melian put a hand to her chest and smiled. Thingol looked put out.

“Lady Artanis---.”

“Galadriel, my lord.”

“What?”

“I have decided upon a new name, I wish to be called Galadriel.”

Thingol looked confused and glanced at his wife who gave a delicate shrug.

“Uh . . . very well . . . Lady Galadriel, your brothers have arrived.”

Galadriel could barely suppress the cry of joy that was in her throat. “Thank you for informing me, my lord.”

“Now,” said the King, “about your marriage . . .”

“Forgive us, your majesty---”

“No, no, I have no objections . . . as of yet, I just cannot say the same for your brothers-in-law. Now go. Meet them.”

Celeborn and Galadriel hastily departed from the room.


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