What Love Brought Forth (Rings of Power Satire)

What Love Brought Forth

"Do you know not what our love brought forth?" A finger tapped the text that the lady fair read, her lips pushed together as her mind wondered at the narrative in front of her that bore a scant resemblance to the memories of the history she'd lived.The narrative writer looked up, hands behind their back, eyes twinkling while waiting for an answer, almost as if waiting for some form of praise they felt they deserved.

Galadriel looked at the one far younger than her, whose wisdom paled compared to the one most wise. "You don't know what I speak of, do you?"

There came the nervous twitch, the realization that the Lady Galadriel had some form of criticism for what they had written down while their hands remained tucked behind their back. "Well, I'm not sure what you could be saying regarding a love being brought forth with the snip-its of what I've shown you."

"There's more already?" Galadriel mused. "Then Celeborn is in it?"

"Well, no. Not in the parts I've written."

"Yet, from how you speak, you speak of bringing forth some form of love? And could I guess this love being brought forth between me and someone who isn't Celeborn?" Galadriel further mused.

"Maybe. I don't want to spoil the plot."

If Galadriel were of the race of Man instead of the race of Elf, or if she were just out of her Elfling stages or an actual Elfling, she might have sighed. Yet she didn't and gave the person a look—a look, not one being would wish to receive from the Lady of the Woods, albeit the woods she was the Lady of was no more. "You really do not understand what Celeborn and my love brought forth, do you?"

"I don't see why it's important to the narrative," they replied. "I mean, it's just a story—fiction."

"Can I ask if you think Arwen is important to the later tales?"

They brightened, standing up straighter. "Well, of course. Everyone knows of Arwen's importance?"

"Then why have you erased her existence from the narrative you choose to write?"

Her question made them stare, and they said it in a manner that indicated bafflement on their part. "But how can I erase Arwen if she isn't even born yet?"

A musical laugh that Gimli fell in love with left Lady Galadriel's fair lips, her amusement quite evident. "You ask how you can erase Arwen if she isn't even born yet, yet the truth is what you've done is erased her very birth."

"I do not follow."

"You know what my and Arwen's relationship happens to be?"

"It's not as if I can ask her," the other said.

"How can you not know that I was Arwen's grandmother, that her mother is the child of Celeborn and I?" Galadriel mused.

"Well," they pondered. "Celeborn can come later, after the love I write."

"We Elves but have one love. That is the way we are."

"Maybe it's Elrond?"

"So I'm with my son-in-law?" Galadriel said, smiling and looking, the look saying her wisdom would win out—the wisdom of one of the wisest would. "You don't think that would be odd for your readers?"

"Well," they pondered. And then they spoke their truth. "I don't think it will bother them at all, to be honest, because it didn't bother me. I was simply fixing the narrative."

And Lady Galadriel looked at them silently, an eyebrow raised at their spoken truth, and said nothing. She instead chose to walk away, leaving them wondering why they'd received such a look from Lady Galadriel.