A prompt from The Silmarillion Writer's Guild that turned into Celeborn's proposal to his white lady. O.o Sorry this is kinda romantic. I must come out to you now with the truth that I am a bit of a hopeless romantic. I can't help myself.

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The prompt was, 'I noticed you...'

I noticed you for the first time on a chilly, autumn morning.

I had seen you before, but only in passing, and this was the first time I truly noticed you.

I still remember, you were standing under a great drooping tree.

The air was cool and heavy with rain, and a gentle mist hung over the quiet scene.

Your mane of hair was thick and loose, cascading down your shoulders in great golden waves. Like rays of sunlight. My world needed sunlight, then.

You did not see me at first, you were too busy smiling to yourself and thinking of some secret pleasure all of your own that I could never understand.

There was a pale yellow butterfly venturing over your hair with its weightless little feet, and you did not notice the little visitor.

You were too busy with other work, pulling the persistent weeds choking a little patch of daisies out with your delicate hands, staining them with dirt that somehow added to your beauty.

You looked up and then you noticed me, and your sparkling eyes locked with mine.

Judging.

Measuring me up.

I could feel it.

Your slips parted, and the weeds slipped from your grasp.

I turned away, hurrying off, ears feeling hot with the uncomfortable feeling of knowing you've seen something forbidden, something you shouldn't have. It was like the feeling you get when you walk into the women's baths by accident instead of the men's where you intended to go all along.

I did not realize I was in love at first, it came on slowly like a disease, creeping up on me little by little until I needed you so badly I could hardly stand it.

I named you Alatariel, and I dreamed about you through the day and the night.

And now I am asking you to marry me, to bind yourself to me forever.

It is a big step, and my father asks me if I am truly sure I want this.

But I do, somehow I just know.

It does not matter that we are of different peoples, that you are louder and I am softer, that you are golden and I am silver. It does not matter that you can wrestle all the men to the ground, and that they jeer and whisper behind my back that I am too womanly to be a lord.

I just know, and by the way you look at me and wink, I know you do too.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed, and please review! Have a great Holiday Season, everybody! :D

~Thurin