The Hobbit and LOTR Imagines

Celeborn: Request

This imagine was requested by Twag53 :) Imagine being injured in the woods and Celeborn finding you and saving you, as well as falling in love.

Whelp, you were definitely in a predicament.

It can now be assumed that running away in a forest without any map or sense of direction is an unwholesome idea, and in the future you will make sure to carefully consider ALL other options. Your foot was stuck in a rock crevice, and it was getting dark.

But why did the mallorn trees call you to the hill tops of beautiful distances? Why did the flowers of distant fields whisper your name, and the moon full in the sky snag your aching heart on its string?

Indeed, there are many songs written about Lothlorien. There is no place like it, nor will there ever be again.

Even now, it's not what it used to be. Evil in Middle Earth was on the rise, and you knew the Elves must soon depart.

But you didn't want to. You knew Valinor was meant to be lived in, yet in your heart Middle-Earth was home.

There was also another reason you wanted to stay.

That reason has long platinum hair, piercing eyes, and a lordly nature.

Your heart was in the hands of Celeborn, and my was it aching badly.

As children, a thousand and some years ago, you met and became best friends.

It made you laugh thinking about it, but the moment you met was when you snuck into the royal kitchen.

Your already sticky fingers were reaching for another treat on the counter, when another hand touched yours. Startling the wits out of you both, you both screamed.

The other hand belonged to none other than Celeborn. You were all apologies and red blush but he just laughed.

"Don't apologize fair maiden, I too was trying to steal the treat," he paused, picked up said treat and handed it to you, "And since you are much fairer than I, I am giving it to you. What is your name?"

You smiled, taking the treat. "(Y/N/H), my lord. And thank you."

He smiled back. "You're welcome, but call me Celeborn, please."

You nodded. "Of course, Celeborn."

From then on the two of you were inseparable. He often took you into the woods, and showed you the great many wonders of Lothlorien. Beneath the starlight, you often talked for hours and hours, having to sneak away because his Father did not approve.

But who cares when you're young?

Well, now you were older. And the time had come for Celeborn to pick a wife. One night, about a week ago, the two of you were out beneath the night sky once more.

Something had seemed off about him all night, he was fidgety and nervous.

When you finally asked why, he stood and began pacing.

"Father says that I must choose an eligible bride within the week, and when I told him who I had in mind he had a coronary."

Your heart beat rapidly, trying to gage what to say next. If you were honest with yourself, you really hoped it was you. For sometime in those endless mid summer nights, you had fallen in love with the adventurous, strong willed young Elf.