And a few months later- the marriage was finally there. Galadriel, Celeborn, Celebloth and Celebrían made the long journey to Imladris. It was the first time Celebloth visited Imladris, and she held her mother's hand fast. It was a gesture that she usually found childish, but now, she needed to pinch something. The palace of Imladris was so much bigger than that in Lothlórien. And there were so many rooms… Galadriel felt her ever-stout daughter tremble, and she pinched her hand.
"Yes, it is very large. I know. It's a very impressing palace. But you'll get used to it- I'm sure." she smiled.
Celebloth nodded doubtfully. "Sure…"
But Galadriel was right. In a few days, Celebloth ran through the palace as she had never done otherwise. And on the day of the wedding, she shone as much as her older sister did.
Galadriel had decorated her long, wavy hairs with delicate elanor flowers, and she was wearing a white gown that was an almost exact copy of that of her sister.
But… a few hours before the marriage, Galadriel suddenly realized that she had lost something.
Her daughter!
"Celeborn, where is Celebloth? Celebrían? Elrond?"
But nobody knew where the little lady was.
"Celebloth? Celebloth!"
The longer she searched, the angrier she got.
"Celebloth, here, now!"
Desperately, she ran out the palace, to the gardens.
But she didn't find Celebloth.
When she found one of Celebloths shoes next to the lake, she became worried.
"Celebloth! Celebloth! Oh, please, Celebloth, give answer! Celebloth! Oh, Celebloth…."
She was almost crying, and sat down under a tree.
"Oh, Celebloth…"
But then, all of a sudden, a strange package fell in her arms.
"Hello nana!"
Surprised and confused, Galadriel looked at her daughter.
Then, she suddenly gave her a soft, yet stern slap on the cheek.
"Do- not- do- that- ever- again!"
Celebloths lips began to tremble.
"Oh, come here!"
Galadriel embraced her daughter and kissed her forehead.
Tears stood in her eyes.
"I was so frightened, Celebloth. So frightened."
"I am sorry, nana, I am so sorry!"
Lifting her daughter up, Galadriel smiled.
"It is alright." She took up her daughter's shoe en walked back to the palace with Celebloth in her arms.
Celeborn came running towards them.
"Celebloth! Where have you been?"
In his eyes was more worry than anger.
"Are you alright?"
The girl nodded and Galadriel smiled.
"She is. But, Celeborn, I want to give her a second name. A mother name, as is usual for the Noldor, my people."
Celeborn smiled. "Yes, my love? What name do you want to give her?"
Celebloth nodded curiously.
"I want to name her Nerweniel, what means as well "Daughter of Nerwen" as "Little tomboy" and she is both."
Celebloth laughed and released herself from her mothers arms.
"I am Celebloth Nerweniel, I am Celebloth Nerweniel!"
Galadriel slowly shook her head.
"She is a nerwen…"
"Yes, it is very large. I know. It's a very impressing palace. But you'll get used to it- I'm sure." she smiled.
Celebloth nodded doubtfully. "Sure…"
But Galadriel was right. In a few days, Celebloth ran through the palace as she had never done otherwise. And on the day of the wedding, she shone as much as her older sister did.
Galadriel had decorated her long, wavy hairs with delicate elanor flowers, and she was wearing a white gown that was an almost exact copy of that of her sister.
But… a few hours before the marriage, Galadriel suddenly realized that she had lost something.
Her daughter!
"Celeborn, where is Celebloth? Celebrían? Elrond?"
But nobody knew where the little lady was.
"Celebloth? Celebloth!"
The longer she searched, the angrier she got.
"Celebloth, here, now!"
Desperately, she ran out the palace, to the gardens.
But she didn't find Celebloth.
When she found one of Celebloths shoes next to the lake, she became worried.
"Celebloth! Celebloth! Oh, please, Celebloth, give answer! Celebloth! Oh, Celebloth…."
She was almost crying, and sat down under a tree.
"Oh, Celebloth…"
But then, all of a sudden, a strange package fell in her arms.
"Hello nana!"
Surprised and confused, Galadriel looked at her daughter.
Then, she suddenly gave her a soft, yet stern slap on the cheek.
"Do- not- do- that- ever- again!"
Celebloths lips began to tremble.
"Oh, come here!"
Galadriel embraced her daughter and kissed her forehead.
Tears stood in her eyes.
"I was so frightened, Celebloth. So frightened."
"I am sorry, nana, I am so sorry!"
Lifting her daughter up, Galadriel smiled.
"It is alright." She took up her daughter's shoe en walked back to the palace with Celebloth in her arms.
Celeborn came running towards them.
"Celebloth! Where have you been?"
In his eyes was more worry than anger.
"Are you alright?"
The girl nodded and Galadriel smiled.
"She is. But, Celeborn, I want to give her a second name. A mother name, as is usual for the Noldor, my people."
Celeborn smiled. "Yes, my love? What name do you want to give her?"
Celebloth nodded curiously.
"I want to name her Nerweniel, what means as well "Daughter of Nerwen" as "Little tomboy" and she is both."
Celebloth laughed and released herself from her mothers arms.
"I am Celebloth Nerweniel, I am Celebloth Nerweniel!"
Galadriel slowly shook her head.
"She is a nerwen…"