[AnOTP]: For Galadriel

[thenotsofair]

In quiet and in peace, things come back to haunt him.

Not so violently as they did (before) but still they hover over his shoulder with the insistent prickle of memory just out of reach, and when he reaches for them they always sting. It's always the quiet that does this to him, and it's why he hates silence, avoids it.

But this morning, early, he'

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[lorien_gal]

She never forgot that flower either, or that knife - but the flower died thousands of years ago, and the knife lies in a dusty room, in Valinor, or perhaps in her father's keeping.

Galadriel is quiet when she sees Celegorm sitting on the porch.

She can tell. She remembers, too. Yet she could never have hurt him, nor could she ever tell him.

She comes to sit next to him and remains silent. She has no words.

[thenotsofair]

He looks up slowly when she sits next to him, his open grey eyes blank and slightly unhappy when he realizes that she's come here. But it's not unhappiness that she's here, just that once again he's sorrowful and she's going to think that she has to make everything better, when he knows it won't really work like that.

At least, that's what he expects.

"Artanis," he says, suddenly, and then stops, and just turns his head to look at her full on, smiling faintly. "--you're here."

[lorien_gal]

She nods, just once. "Am I not, ever?" Her voice is quiet, and as words are hard for these things, she reaches for his hand, threads her fingers with his, if he lets her.

She feels the need for closeness.

[thenotsofair]

"You always are," he says, still quietly, "And I wonder if you always will be, even though you don't have to." He wants her to understand that she doesn't owe him anything, or something like that. Tyelko isn't sure he completely understands how his cousin's mind works.

He squeezes her hand, though, when she takes his, and then inches a little closer. "It's a quiet night," he says, after a few moments, eyes far away. "It's like there's nothing out there."