*wanders in from the balcony*

*sits down on their bed and looks up invitingly at her husband*

We have nothing to do; our tasks are behind us...

Bed for the afternoon?

*thinks of the pot of honey in the bedside cabinet*

*sits on the balcony, sipping tea and watching the world go by*

Celebrian awakens to an unexpectedly warm bed. Something restrains her, pinning her around the waist. She struggles a little, disorientated, confused ( Read more... )

*awakes slowly, not entirely certain of where she is*

*finds that she has fallen asleep curled up in an armchair with her notebook on her lap. Her hair is tousled, her hair creased. There is ink on her fingertips*

Mmmpfff?

*curls up with a book and wonders when the elfling will be back*

'Tis so strange, as if I was seeing Elrond as he once was, and yet not. There is something different about him, something which relinquishes the past and all its sorrows more easily. Perhaps 'tis just because he is an elfling; I know not, for I was not there.

Celebrían awoke slowly, roused by the golden sunlight striping her face. Only the slightest breeze stirred her hair, whispering through the room like the least of rumours. She lay still, listening to her own heartbeat, waiting for the reason for her unexpected wakefulness to make itself clear. And then she heard it; the shadow of her own heart ( Read more... )

*wakes up for the first time in days without a hangover ( Read more... )

*is woken up by the troop of orcs currently encamped inside her head and cracks one eye open ( Read more... )

Celebrian drummed her fingers impatiently on the cover of her book. The light outside the window was fading fast to the mellow shades of the evening, gilding every leaf of the trees, and an air of expectancy hung over Aman. She alone felt that there was nothing to be particularly enraptured over tonight. It would be merely another of the slow, ( Read more... )

*sits and reads quietly, bemused by the chaos, shouting and sexual games going on around her*