#galadrielposting

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untitled galadriel game

"Alas," Artanis sighed, "that you had not looked upon the Trees -- that their light is not in your eyes."

"You mean to say that I have not looked upon the divine?" 

Celeborn said it so mildly that he might as well have drawn his sword. Galadriel studied Celeborn hastily -- ah, there the trap. "Looked upon, and heard her song. Even so..." Even Melian is a maidservant to the Valar, who spoke with us face to face beneath the Trees. "Even so, one may mourn the light."

Celeborn nodded thoughtfully. "You would know better than I would. In all Arda none are more familiar with light than the House of Finwe."

That one Artanis understood at once, and bristled. To compare her to Feanaro Curufinwe -- that arrogant, vain, idiot -- Feanaro whose craft had only ever been trouble, from his Silmarils to his sons -- Celeborn was watching her, without a glimmer of awe or fear in his eyes.

When had she become accustomed to awe? To fear?

He had not said it to wound her. He had said it because he had known she would consider, as she was considering now. Even now, Celeborn considered her consideration. Artanis was accustomed to deep exchanges of meaning with her brother, only a word or two spoken aloud, reading all their subterranean thoughts off each other's hearts. Artanis had not dreamed that she would never have such conversations with anyone else.

A little ripple of interest ran down her spine. She smiled. "You are unkind to me."

"Oh?" Now she had his attention.

"To speak of light, in the house of Elwe Singollo? Nerwen Arafinwion could have seen gold for miles in Valinor -- but here, I must make do with silver." For she had been tall among her brothers, yes, but Elu Thingol was grown in stature by the grace of his Maia -- she would have to stand tiptoe to see over the heads of Elwe's house. Even Celeborn himself stood half an inch above her, and the braids of his silver hair gave him another half inch. Artanis regarded that hair with some interest. Ingoldo was in love with his own hair, but she found herself rather liking Celeborn's more.

And so she was startled by Celeborn's stifled snort. The first ungenteel thing she had heard from him -- the first to suggest he was not a princely statue, but an actual living thing. Artanis dropped her eyes to meet Celeborn's, now dancing with laughter. 

"Forgive me," he said. "I did not mean it unkindly." And forgive his indiscretion, he meant, but Artanis thought she might hold onto it.

"No?"

"Not at all. Only that the legends are true."

This one she could not decipher. Celeborn drew closer. "Finrod told me -- forgive him as well, but he is enamored of you and prone to gossip." True. "And, I fear, unkindly disposed towards his uncle." Deserved.  "He said that Feanor was inspired to his love of light in the first place by the sight of your golden hair, which caught the light of the Trees and shone the brighter for it."

Artanis found this completely impenetrable. She could not catch hint of his true meaning. But he could not possibly mean what he was saying.

"So we return to your initial mistake. I see the light of the Trees after all," Celeborn said. He tilted his head to one side, and the gleam of the light through the window fell on his face from Artanis' own hair.

"You torture the metaphor," Artanis said, though she was loath to say it too loudly. Something in Celeborn's face, something uncharacteristically unguarded. Artanis was under no illusion that she was not beautiful; but Celeborn's normally-sharp gaze was hazed over, dreamlike. "The light of the Trees illumined, pierced all illusions."

"It is so," Celeborn breathed. 

"They gilded and breathed beauty where they shone. Nothing has ever been itself, save that the light of the Trees once showed us what it could be."

"It is so."

"There is one more difference." The repartee alit on her mind, like a bird, before the consequences. She considered, briefly. Consequences, but not unwelcome. "You have done the poets of the Sindar proud; you have fed and stoked my ego, and I will be insufferable for days. But one thing remains, and in your overlooking it you prove that there is much yet that the Sindar have yet to learn from the Noldor. For none of my house could ever have left it out."

This speech had drawn Celeborn's gaze back down to Artanis' own; he studied first her left eye, then her right. Whatever he saw there did not satisfy. "That is?"

"But I overreach myself," Artanis said, enjoying herself a little too much now. She drew half a step closer to Celeborn. He nearly took an unconscious step back, for she had employed not the gracious gait of the Noldor nobles but the lean, predatory movements they had learned on the Helcaraxe. But Celeborn did not, in the end, draw back. Artanis' prey had often been paralyzed under her gaze. "If my countenance -- my hair -- if, as you say, it contains all the light of the Trees, then you would have tried to take it by now."

Celeborn fled. 

The room was silent. Even fleeing, Celeborn stepped lightly. Artanis had been right; he had enjoyed himself too deeply, gotten lost in it, had not thought through to the next step of the game.

She sighed. Melian was going to laugh at her about this.

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Listen to me. galadriel is a prince of the noldor she is like the only one that survives to the time when there is any possibility of being forgiven and going home but she says No thank you. I do not need your charity handouts. and she is rival to feanaro and several thousand years later she would put some silmaril light in a jar for a little freak with ZERO consequences or curses or kinslaying or shipburning, this was literally just a skill issue feanor. it's literally just you. she is literally perfectly quil because tolkien's sexism and his noldo fetish canceled out exactly perfectly to create her. when hamlet says "in thy orisons be all my sins remembered" and i in high school thought he meant "be a living monument to my sins"? she kind of is.

and when she gets to doriath she falls in love with a character who, so far as i can recall, does not have a single speaking line. you tell me there's not something hideously erotically wrong with him that jirt was just too catholic to perceive

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ive started galadrielposting so hard ive accidentally made myself vulnerable to celebornposting