#celeborn

♥ love, sorry, forgotten, carry ♥ I closed my eyes and tarried / until the morning light ♥ I'm wise and damaged now.

Long centuries pass swiftly in peacetime. Eregion opens, blooms, thrives under my careful eye. My beloved Celeborn is ever at my side. It finally feels safe to carry another into our lives, a child, silver-haired and beautiful. I write in the shade of a great oak that perhaps, has seen nearly as many winters as I have. I write histories lest my sorry excuse of a family fall into legend, forgotten by all who came after. I write poems, love scribbled into every stroke of my pen. We have lived through so much, but now it is time to rest.

(Ao3)(SWG)

I think the Dark Wizard is the one who kept Celeborn prisoner during all this time - namely because the list is getting pretty thin at this point. Morgoth? Maybe at some point, but he's gone. Sauron? Busy being a pile of forbidden ramen noodles. Adar? You'd think he would have told Galadriel about it, or that there would be a hint before he died. The Silvan Elves? Celeborn is Sinda, not Noldo - they wouldn't imprison one of their own. The Dwarves? I mean, sure, the Sindar and the Dwarves don't really like each other, but why keep a single Elf prisoner for a millennium? I also don't see him just... chilling somewhere - dude is MIA and presumed dead. You'd think he'd give a sign of life in the few 1,000 years he was gone, and deadbeat husband, he was not (I was also correct to assume at the beginning of s1 that Celeborn was presumed dead before the reveal in ep7, because no way Gil-galad would have just sent Galadriel to Valinor willy-nilly if she had a husband and daughter in the neighborhood).

So honestly? The Dark Wizard is pretty much the only one left standing. Where is he? Rhûn. Far enough that no one from Lindon or Eregion would take notice. Who's heading to Rhûn in s3? Sauron. Who's also probably hanging around Rhûn? Gandalf.

You kind of need to establish that Celeborn and Gandalf are friends, too. And if you want the reunion between Celeborn and Galadriel to be even more meaningful, it would make sense for Celeborn to also have a temptation of his own. Of course, Sauron would go for a very angry and bitter Elf who feels trapped - that's his toxic dating trait.

I'm also suspecting the Dark Wizard is the future Witch-King, because a) if you want to get very literal, he *is* a king of witches; b) there is a precedent for one of the Istari to be a Ring-bearer (Gandalf in the 3rd Age); c) it would make a lot of sense for Sauron to choose someone of stature to lead the eight others.

maybe Celeborn and a few other soldiers wandered into Lórien after the war but a remnant of Morgoth's evil had twisted it in a similar way Mirkwood was (time passes slower or not at all, they're lulled into an enchanted sleep, something along those lines). It could also work as a PTSD/grief metaphor with the elves being so attuned to nature that their mental state feeds the enchantment, with a tangible evil force like the spiders that thrive there because they're too weary from the wars of Beleriand to fight them off

The hair of the Lady was of deep gold, and the hair of the Lord Celeborn was of silver long and bright.

For they shared a great love that resulted in the union of the princess of the Noldor and a prince of the Sindar.

I actually don’t know if people post edits on Tumblr cause I’ve personally never seen it, but I hope the video works just fine!! A little bit of JCB!Celeborn (even if he’s unconfirmed.) They’re the elven couple of time, idk what to tell you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I’m loving making fan work for @celedrielweek so far, I already post my brains out about them every day on Twitter! It is high time I spread the obsession to Tumblr too!

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“He has dwelt in the West since the days of dawn, and I have dwelt with him years uncounted; for ere the fall of Nargothrond or Gondolin I passed over the mountains, and together through ages of the world we have fought the long defeat.”

For @celedrielweek Day 2.

Celeborn is still learning the many shades of green unveiled by the Sun. In Menegroth, the loremasters are yet busy devising and debating new names. Though the Egladhrim may scorn the pride of the elves from across the Sea, they, too, are proud, and will not adopt any word of the tongue of usurpers. 

In secret, therefore, Celeborn samples morsels of Galadriel’s language, sounding the shapes of her speech. Ezella, he murmurs, as she idly traces the line of his jaw working around the syllables – the colour, she explains, of the bright gem that rests between her breasts, facets shimmering in the sunlight with each rise and fall of her breath. The colour of the mound upon which those Trees she grieves once grew. A word borrowed, she says, from her grandmother’s kindred, to whom she owes the golden strands of her hair. 

Celeborn threads his fingers through her hair now, disbelieving that such a marvel is his to touch. He does not grieve the loss of a light he never knew, for it is here with him, resplendent and alive.