silvergift | Open RP post

Elrond only smiled before quietly excusing himself. Arafinwe nodded his appreciation and quietly approached the lovely young lady, drawing on the serenity of their surroundings to steal against the nerves of meeting family for the first time. Celeborn had proven himself able, and a good match for his daughter. Now, a granddaughter.

And she was perfect. A gentle, warm smile formed, then spread to be visible.

"My daughter told me you might be here, and the Lord of this Valley was good enough to verify it." A pause, then he bowed his head a little, strictly formal in the gesture but the light in his eyes was only warm. "I am Arafinwe."

He clearly must have been someone trustworthy, Elrond wouldn't leave her alone otherwise. So that answered a few of her unspoken questions. Elrond's judgement was one she almost always trusted without question, this would be one of those occasions.

"Your daughter? who- Oh!" He didn't need to answer her question for her to realize once he'd introduced himself. The light, similar gold hair, the name, only one person could match such a description and reminder her of her mother while bearing that name. She had stories to go by, when she'd been young Celebrían had been incorrigible when she wanted stories about her grandparents.

"I- I see." Celebrían's cheeks flushed a little. "You mean my mother. I am so pleased to meet you!"

Elrond too had proven himself able and trustworthy. He was glad to know the halfelf.

He was glad this precious child knew his name, and what he was to her. She didn't need to say it, he could see it. His daughter's tears of joy at being forgiven for staying had been wiped away, and he hoped in time she would sail home. When she was ready.

But for now he set that aside, standing before Celebrian just looking at her. "I do. And I am very pleased to meet you!" Already he was glad for his choice to stay a time. His guards had been firmly told to stay out of the way, to help but not hinder. Some of them, he knew, would go out on regular patrols while the rest kept a closer eye on him.

"May I sit with you a time?"

"I asked for stories about you and grandmother as a child. At least until I realized how sad it made mother." She felt she owed him some kind of explanation at least, considering how her mother had left Valinor. Celebrían never got full details but she puts as much together as she could from stories she'd heard from her parents, Celebrimbor, and a few others.

After a moment, she took a step aside and gestured for him to have a seat with her on the waters edge. And then took her seat again, slipping her feet back into the cool water.

"I can hardly believe you came here to visit with me. If ever I thought about it, I would think you would visit Lothlorien with mother and father."

Warmth lit his heart, though he wished his daughter hadn't been pained by the stories. Arafinwe smiled gently at her and claimed the invited seat.

It was almost a dream, sitting with a granddaughter he hadn't known existed until recently. "Why would I not wish to visit with you? Your mother knows I will go to here before I must return home, and we have had some time already to grow reacquainted."

He didn't want to squander this chance.

She couldn't resist, him sitting there beside her, she leaned against him and shut her eyes for a moment. This was something to be savored. However perfect elven memory was, she wanted every little detail committed to memory.

"You have not seen her in so long and did not know of me. I imagine you would have wanted to spend time with someone familiar." It wasn't quite an objection, and she would probably join him when he went to see her mother. Elrond wouldn't mind. He might even suggest it if she knew her husband at all.

Well he wasn't about to push her away! He wrapped an arm around her, holding her gently. It was only a matter of time before he'd go to Lothlorien, see the work his daughter had been doing. For now...

"For the moment I am where I should be. With someone already dear to my heart in a place she belongs. I hope I am graced with the chance to know her."

"How could I possibly deny you?" If he was willing to hold her, she was content to stay there awhile. She'd always wanted to know her grandparents and she had that chance now, with one of them at least. A part of her wished she'd been more stubborn about trying to learn quenya when she was younger. For her mother and for this moment. Her grandfather would probably appreciate it.

"You came all this way, you must have questions."

Thankfully he'd learned Sindarin enough to be conversant, though his accent is noticeable. And he wasn't about to pull away now, not for a while.

"I confess I have few, other than to want to hear all you would tell me. About your life, about your interests. Everything."

The accent, at least, was easy enough for her to ignore. And what she couldn't, she liked the accent. It was comforting. It felt homely, even though she'd never been across the Sea and probably wouldn't since her mother was banned.

"Music. I like music, the flute particularly. And painting. There are a couple of my paintings in the Hall of Fire."

Arafinwe had hope that he would have his daughter and granddaughter home in time. But until then, he would enjoy this time with them.

"Would you play for me? And I would like to see your paintings." Later. He was in no hurry to stand.

"I would love to. My flute is back up in my room though. And I am quite comfortable at the moment." She laughed lightly, still leaning against him. There was no guarantee that she would get up from that spot in the near future.

"What of you? What do you enjoy?"

"We have time," he responded easily, resting his cheek lightly on the top of her head. "You are much as your mother was." Sweet, spirited, but with a warm heart. He loved her already.

"When I have time?" He rejoined with a smile. "I love to ride, or walk through the gardens. Your grandmother and I do either when we can." Earwen would love this precious child, he knew.

She couldn't help but laugh. Galadriel had told her a few stories, at least, of her youth. And how uncontrollable she could be. Celebrían wasn't sure she was ever that bad.

"We can go for a ride if you like. Elrond's horses all have very good temperaments."

Arafinwe chuckled, having a good idea what caused that laugh. He could certainly see a wild young Celebrian running around barefoot!

"I would love to."

She was reluctant to get up, it was cozy leaning against him, but she stood and took his hands, pulling him with her.

"You may have to bribe the horses though. They are good but you are new. And they are spoiled for treats and attention sometimes." Not her fault, she would deny any such claims. Nobody could prove anything.

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