by Avalon Estel

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or anything that pertains to it. It is the property of the Tolkien Estate and New Line Cinema, respectively.

A/N: All conversations are in Elvish unless otherwise stated.

Chapter One: Something Special


It was a secluded valley, filled with trees and waterfalls. Like a silver-blue ribbon, the Bruinen River wound through the valley. If one looked to the left as they walked into it, they would see the Last Homely House, a beautifully built structure that housed the Elves of Imladris. There rested many secrets and lives, memories of the past and heroes of legend, music and laughter and love.

Many believed the Elves to be cold and unattached to the world outside of nature, aloof. Yet this was not true. The Elves loved, fought, cried, grieved, hoped, prayed, lost. They were a mighty people, but they were not invincible. If cut, they bled. If hopeless, they faded away to nothing. If happy, they prospered and flourished. They lived.

The Elves in Imladris were not in a situation to know grief at the current time. Peace reigned, and all rejoiced, for Lord Elrond Peredhel had married Lady Celebrian of Lothlorien, the daughter of Galadriel and Celeborn. They loved their new Lady dearly.

And Celebrian loved them.

She was always chatting with them, forgetting to attend to her duties. She gardened, burying her hands in the dark soil and bringing forth new life. She cooked, helping with dinners and feasts. She played with the few Elflings and aided their mothers. She had caused Elrond to fall in love with her. She had befriended Elrond's solitary advisor Erestor. She played music and sang with Lindir, the harpist. She was Glorfindel's new chess partner. She was wonderful at everything she tried, and was happy to be accepted. The Imladris Elves were less strict than those of Lorien, so she was able to be herself. Too many times had her mother scolded her for not being proper. She was in bliss.

At the moment, she was massacring Glorfindel's army in chess.

After she took out his knight, the Elf Lord looked up at her and smiled. "Did you notice that we are the only blonde Elves here?" He moved one of his only pawns up a space to guard his king.

Celebrian laughed. "Yes, I noticed." She executed a move with her queen and snatched up Glorfindel's king. "I win!"

Glorfindel chuckled and nodded. He and the Lady packed up the glass chess set. "Same time tomorrow?" he asked, picking up the wooden box they stored it in.

Celebrian curtsied mockingly. "Of course, Lord Glorfindel."

They laughed again, and then after a sincere bow, the Elf-Lord lightly ambled away. Celebrian headed off in the opposite direction, her long, open sleeves trailing the ground. She was off to meet Erestor. They were planning to discuss Elrond's blood heritage that day. She didn't want to be late, so she lifted her skirts and ran down the hall, her slippers making no noise on the marble floors. If only Galadriel could see her now! A couple of Elf-maids laughed as they saw their Lady sprinting down the hall, and she waved at them as she passed.

Glorfindel, meanwhile, had headed off to the library to do some research. He was just pulling out some scrolls when someone touched him on the shoulder. The Elf turned quickly, startled, and was equally startled to see Elrond standing behind him. "Can I help you, my lord?" he asked, regaining his composure.

Elrond looked thoughtfully confused. "I need to talk to you."

"About what?" Glorfindel asked.


Glorfindel wondered what in Arda Elrond could possibly want to tell him about Celebrian. "What about her?"

"Do you like her?" Elrond asked, dropping into one of the reading chairs.

Glorfindel leaned back against one of the bookcases. "Yes, I'm quite taken with the Lady."

Elrond nodded, looking at his hands where they rested in his lap. Then, he glanced up at Glorfindel. "I want to know what you would do for her."

"I don't understand you, Elrond," Glorfindel said. "What are you talking about? If you mean would I risk my life for her, I most certainly would. I would for any who needed it."

"No, no!" Elrond said, shaking his head. "I mean that I want to do something special for her. What would you do?"

Glorfindel was relieved. "I don't know, my lord. I've never been in love."

"Not even in Gondolin?" Elrond asked, sounding nearly desperate.

Glorfindel smiled ruefully. "Not even in Gondolin."

"But you must know something, Glorfindel! You're a romantic at heart. Can't you think of anything?"

"Well, there's always a bouquet on her bedside table for when she wakes up in the morning, or you could write her a song," Glorfindel said. He snapped his fingers. "That's it! You could ask Lindir to write a song for her!"

Elrond sighed. "Too overdone. I want to do something original, something really special."

"You could plant her a mallorn tree," Glorfindel suggested.

"But I don't have any seeds," Elrond said sadly.

"I could get you some," the golden-haired Elf told him.

"How could you do that?" Elrond asked, looking bewildered.

"Well," Glorfindel said mysteriously, pulling at the laces of his midnight-black tunic, "I had Haldir bring me some when he escorted Lady Celebrian here for your wedding. I wanted to plant some here. I always thought they were quite beautiful."

Elrond shook his head. "I will never figure you out, Glorfindel."

"I know," Glorfindel grinned. And with a flourishing bow, he strode from the room.

A/N: Thank you for reading, and if you review, don't curse please!