Aearwen's Little Bits - Not Yet
And now for something a little different from a couple of my favorite Elves:
"Do you think she's angry?"
"Galadriel?" Celeborn smiled up at his old friend. "Furious, more like. What about Minuial?"
After waiting for him for more than three Ages of the World - how would his wife feel? "Probably the same." Thranduil sighed. "So... What do you think?"
"Not yet."
"Agreed." Each time they agreed, it was a relief.
"But one day, right?"
"Yes."
"Same time next year?" Celeborn rose and brushed dust from his trousers.
"Wouldn't miss it."
"Navaër, mellon nîn."
"Navaër."
Together they walked back to their respective cars, and returned to a world that still needed their efforts.
"Do you think she's angry?"
"Galadriel?" Celeborn smiled up at his old friend. "Furious, more like. What about Minuial?"
After waiting for him for more than three Ages of the World - how would his wife feel? "Probably the same." Thranduil sighed. "So... What do you think?"
"Not yet."
"Agreed." Each time they agreed, it was a relief.
"But one day, right?"
"Yes."
"Same time next year?" Celeborn rose and brushed dust from his trousers.
"Wouldn't miss it."
"Navaër, mellon nîn."
"Navaër."
Together they walked back to their respective cars, and returned to a world that still needed their efforts.