it did not make the sentiment right, but no less true, that she was used to this treatment in circles of political intrigue and otherwise. an outlier in the eyes of those who wished to see before them, a golden whisper of greatness bound to the silver crown of her head. she was used to poorly hidden expressions of disappointment, interruptions or reminders of from where she was reared, a house tied to such greatness and there she was. unremarkable she, and still unwilling to bend into the shape of something she was not. celebrían’s sagacity was built from worldly travel and keen observations, a quiet little phantom who stood at the edge of importance in every single room. she was neither her mother nor her father. perhaps it is why the valar had chosen to bestow both gift and curse upon her sweetened, pale brow – one to become her own, another to remind her of humble origins.
here, there is one who chooses her, one who’s vigilant, mossy gaze follows not only her step but those of others around her. a guardian entangled in her very soul, bound to the beat of every little joy and misfortune that may befall her. while still simmering with ire on her behalf, the weight of him against her begins to relax. a marbled frame, rigid and nearly always alert, relents to silk. fingers gently twist and rake through dark hair, her heartbeat slowing to a slowed rhythm to signal safety.
celebrían can feel the turmoil within her lómion. the hark of voices who speak against his worth, how much he gave her, a desire to be enough, and he was. to her, he was more than enough and everything more… ❛ there is nothing more important to me than you, as you are, ninya undómë. ❜ uttered as a kiss to the crown of his head, and another to make certain her words would cascade into thoughts.
something pensive tints her features, a spiral down into possible paths to take. it is always much easier to sort through her thoughts when he is close, much easier when the restless dead hush in his presence. nothing of this world or any other could weaken the strength made from their combined fëa. his circles hers, as it always does, a shield of twilight and deepest warmth earned on his path. ❛ i have begun to think this place is not for me. ❜ no place had ever felt is if it were, in truth. she had been born to this homesickness beyond the control of her beloved mother and father, wandering in tow without a place that felt solid beneath her feet. gilded woodlands or marbled majesty, it made no difference.
but here, with the world beyond this door blocked to all others, she did not feel the ache of it. ❛ if you could protect me the way you wish, it would see us far from here, and that may yet be the solution to all our ailments. become a lord and lady of a small domain with none to counter us but for the hares and birds – argumentative lot they are. ❜
