𝗟𝘂́𝗺𝗲̈,𝗜𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗿 𝗔𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗼 | LOTR & Marvel Crossover [PART3]✓

5 | A Peredhel & A Fëanorian Reunite

5 |  A Perendhel & A Fëanorian Reunite

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Celebrían Noeneth | Lady of Lothlorien and Lindon

Location: Mithlond, Middle Earth, Arda

Time: March 2981 T.A

For the past three weeks straight, she has had the worse headache since returning to Middle Earth.

The reason for that would be a bit too inappropriate for one's status and propriety. However, if she had to describe it with one it had to be—

"Men."

Celebrían raised an eyebrow to her right before internally smirking to herself. Even if she felt mentally and emotionally exhausted, it never ceased for her to be amused at her older friend's constant antics and ramblings. Especially when it came from a venting Teleri-Sinda Queen.

It was hardly something to expect from someone so highly respected, but Mereneth's ability to be laid back and open despite the circumstances has always made her wonder how she managed to be in such a position. Even before marriage, Mereneth was a lady of Ereinion's court, a close niece to Lord Círdan and perhaps considered siblings between her and Ereinion. Before that, she told her that she had been raised under Cirdan's house on the Isle of Balar, where the Falathrim once dwelt. As for Celebrían, they met when they visited Imladris after the sacking of Eregion, introduced to the supposed greatest markswoman of Mithlond and a renowned mariner.

It was kind of funny actually for her when hearing about the elleth: she would have expected someone like her mother to like someone like Mereneth. Her mother's tales of being athletic and energetic during her days in Eldamar have always been her favourite, reigning free and running around as she pleased back when they lived in Eregion. Though when Mereneth met Galadriel, they were kind and polite to one another, though not really showing any common interests at that time.

Quite obviously, Celebrían knew her mother's focus was on rebuilding and insinuating her place back in politics. Whereas Mereneth had no qualms with fighting for a place and preferred to allow such people as Círdan, Ereinion and Elrond to do so. Even Elemmírë, which she hardly knew then, got involved – but that was something she didn't like to delve into.

Her other closest friend and her mother's slight...discord (if she had to put it to a term) was something she didn't like to address or be mentioned to.

Anyhow, she raised a brow before she returned her eyes to the documents finishing off another letter to be sent to Forlond, back to Lord Fingon. Celebrían asked in a slight tone, "When you say that, do you refer to mortal men or elven men?"

"Just men in general," Mereneth shrugged before she slumped back onto the sofa which resided across the room of their suite. She crossed her legs over one another, making a tired expression. "I've been coordinating for the past three or so months between the cities, constantly travelling with Voronwë and yet none of them seemed to fully agree with any of the plans the Council has placed. A-Are they just going to accept whatever happens on this continent and let them all die?"

Celebrían couldn't help but inhale through her nostrils a little too audibly, smiling in disbelief.

"Firstly, you are being dramatic, mellon." She pointed out to Teleri elleth before she paused and took another breath – stretching out her arms. "Second of all, I do agree somewhat with this ordeal. The plan both Elrond and Illyria have suggested with the Council, backed by all accounts has yet to be fully completed and we are nearing the supposed dates in which the enemy would attack the kingdoms."