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Silver and Gold : 1. Chapter 1

The fallen leaves of the forest
of Doriath blew down the deep steps and into one of the pillared halls of
Menegroth.  Finrod, son of Finarfin,
stopped a moment and gazed with admiration at the vaulted ceiling and graceful
carvings that swept across it.


            The wind
that played with the golden leaves seemed to find similar amusement with the
shining strands of Finrod’s companion’s unbound hair as it caught the light of
the golden lanterns.  An impatient, but
affectionate, smile quirked at her lips. 
“Finrod, they’re waiting…”

            “Yes, I’m
coming,” he replied, quickening his pace to walk beside his golden-haired

ceiling is that interesting?” she asked skeptically.

magnificent,” Finrod murmured, still gazing at the city being built around
them, and unconsciously slowing again.

            She sighed,
grabbed his arm, and pulled him along with her.  “The ceilings aren’t going anywhere, you can come back and gawk
to your heart’s content once we’ve greeted Thingol and Melian.”

            “I’m not style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>gawking,” Finrod told her indignantly.

            “Of course
not,” she sighed.  She straightened her
tunic and stooped briefly to brush some of the mud from her boots.  Even in her sensible traveling clothes,
there was something graceful and proud about her stance, as if she was arrayed
in finery worthy of her loveliness.  Her
brother, too, was of noble stature – a plainly clad prince.

            “Can you
imagine what this all will be like when it’s completed?” Finrod asked
rhetorically, pulling out of her grasp and hurrying ahead a few steps to admire
a delicate staircase curling to the next level.

            “I prefer
the forest,” she stated, but pausing, smiled softly.  “I’m pleased that the dwellings don’t disturb it,” she
admitted.  The pillars, carved in the
likeness of trees, spread cleverly carved leaves onto the ceilings and walls.

it’s absolutely marvelous.  The
architechture is ingenious…” Finrod ran his hand along a smooth rail as he
walked eagerly on.

clasped her hands behind her back as she walked a bit more briskly.  “What I find ingenious is the way Thingol
used the construction of the city to draw his people together.  Their devotion to this place is remarkable -
it shows in their work.”

smiled at his sister’s perception.  “I
wouldn’t have thought of it in that light,” he mused.

pattering of bare feet on stone came echoing from an adjoining corridor.  A moment later, a dark-haired child in a
blue-gray dress scampered across the hall in front of Galadriel and Finrod, and
ducked behind a pillar.

stopped in his tracks and turned back to his sister, who raised an eyebrow.

Galadriel took a few steps towards the pillar.  A head poked out from behind it, and a pair
of dark grey eyes blinked at her.

            “Who are
you hiding from?” Galadriel asked the little elf-maid, cocking her head and
taking a few steps closer.

the child stated, peering down the corridor she’d come from.

hiding from the silver tree of Tol Eressëa?” Finrod asked skeptically.

dark-haired girl blinked, and shook her head.

            “At any
rate,” Finrod continued, his tone businesslike, but a smile pulling at his
lips, “that isn’t a very good hiding
place.  How about up here?” he gestured
at the place where the tree-pillar split into two main branches.

elf-girl blinked.  “But I can’t get up

            As Finrod
was about to offer his assistance, more footsteps sounded in the corridor.

            “Luthien!  Luthien where….”

            The child
put a finger to her lips and ducked back behind the pillar.

            A beautiful
elf-lad stopped abruptly where the corridors connected, and made slight, but graceful
bows to Galadriel and Finrod.  He had a
few books tucked under one arm, and was holding two quills.  His bright silver hair fell in a straight,
even sheet down his back and over his shoulders.

me, but I seem to have misplaced my pupil,” the silver-haired newcomer began,
blushing a little.

is perhaps too passive a term.  From
your pursuit I would guess that she has escaped,” Galadriel ventured, smiling.

            “She?  You’ve seen her then,” he concluded eagerly.

made a subtle gesture towards the pillar, and Finrod gave her a look of mock-


            The child
stepped into view. “I’m sorry Celeborn…”

            “I told you
we would have time to play once your lessons were over,” the silver-haired lad,
Celeborn, admonished gently as he knelt by the little girl.  “Why did you run off like that?”

            “I wanted
to see the Lady!” she explained.  “The
messenger told you that Lady Galadriel and Lord Finrod had arrived, and… I
wanted to see them,” Luthien concluded lamely.

laughed - a sound as beautiful as he was. 
“You might’ve asked.

grinned and leaned close to Celeborn. 
“She’s as beautiful as they say she is, isn’t she?” she whispered to her
teacher, not so softly as not to be heard. 

            He looked
up at Galadriel, face serious.  She felt
a very illogical impulse to blush, but restrained it.  “It’s very impolite to whisper,” he whispered back to Luthien,
making her giggle.

Celeborn stood.  “Forgive my
discourtesy.  May I present Luthien, the
daughter of Thingol and Melian.”  The
girl made an endearing little curtsy.  
“And I’m Celeborn, a nephew of Thingol, and Luthien’s…”

Finrod supplied innocently.  Galadriel
shot him a disapproving glance.

laughed good-naturedly.  “Tutor, actually,
although at times it seems the former is more accurate,” he concluded with a
raised eyebrow at Luthien.

            “I style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>said I was sorry!” she protested.

            “Do you
mean that if given the chance, you wouldn’t do it again?” Galadriel asked her,
catching her eye.

considered this.  “I…probably style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>would do it again,” she admitted

shouldn’t apologize for things you aren’t sorry you did,” Galadriel
stated.  “If you do, then your apology
loses all meaning.”

looked chastened.  “I’m sorry?”

burst out laughing, and Galadriel shook her head with a half-hearted grin.

time…just ask me, all right?” Celeborn requested of Luthien, smiling.

            “Let’s go
see Mother and Father,” Luthien suggested, approaching Galadriel, smiling
winsomely, and taking her hand to lead her onward.

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Last Update: 06 Mar 07
Stories: 15
Type: Reader List
Created By: Meril

Celeborn and Galadriel are my second-fave 'ship. This is stories about them, and their relatives. Various characterizations and interpretations, but I love them all.

Why This Story?

By Oboe-Wan. The courtship of Celeborn and Galadriel in Doriath.


Story Information

Author: Oboe-Wan

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Complete

Era: 1st Age

Genre: Romance

Rating: General

Last Updated: 01/15/03

Original Post: 07/07/02

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