Title: Grandfather’s Book
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alexcat
Type: FCS. FCH
Fandom: LOTR
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from the use of these characters. The BOOK is mine, however. Mine and Lord Celeborn’s
Warnings: None
Beta: None
Characters: Arwen
Archive: OEAM, Ao3, Alex’s Story Book
Author’s Note: This is a little tiny story in the Lord Celeborn’s Book ‘verse. If you’ve never read it, you can find it here: http://www.ofelvesandmen.com/Stories/A/Alex/Tolkien/I_P/L/LordCelebornsBook_Series/_StoryList.htm
Spoilers: No
Summary: Arwen reflects on the Book.
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GRANDFATHER’S BOOK
Arwen opened the trunk and lifted the heavy book out. She had not opened it since it was given to her upon her marriage so many years ago. She knew what it was without opening it. Everyone knew about the book, her grandfather’s book, Lord Celeborn’s Book. It had been passed along to her.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and unwrapped it. She opened it. It was filled with drawings of elves she knew and some that she didn’t know in various lovemaking scenes. The artwork was exquisite, perfect in every detail. She saw her brothers, Erestor, Glorfindel and even her father in the pages.
When she turned to the last page, she knew that there would be a drawing of Elessar and herself. She smiled when she came to it – she and her husband were in their huge clawfoot tub and she was gazing down at him with such a look of love. She remembered that very night, as a matter of fact. It was their first night after all the wedding guests had gone and they were finally alone at last. If she had to choose a perfect moment in all their years together, she’d choose that one.
She thumbed back through the pages, seeing the love in all those faces as they showed that love to one another. A single tear fell down onto the drawing of her and her husband as she came once again to their drawing. She closed the book with a gentle smile.
It was time to pass the book along. Her son would marry soon and when he did, he and his bride would have their own page. She put the book back in its wrapping and replaced it in her trunk.
All these many years she’d thought it was about sex. Everyone thought that. But it never had been. It had always been simply a book of love.
~end~
Author:
alexcat Type: FCS. FCH
Fandom: LOTR
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from the use of these characters. The BOOK is mine, however. Mine and Lord Celeborn’s
Warnings: None
Beta: None
Characters: Arwen
Archive: OEAM, Ao3, Alex’s Story Book
Author’s Note: This is a little tiny story in the Lord Celeborn’s Book ‘verse. If you’ve never read it, you can find it here: http://www.ofelvesandmen.com/Stories/A/Alex/Tolkien/I_P/L/LordCelebornsBook_Series/_StoryList.htm
Spoilers: No
Summary: Arwen reflects on the Book.
~~~
GRANDFATHER’S BOOK
Arwen opened the trunk and lifted the heavy book out. She had not opened it since it was given to her upon her marriage so many years ago. She knew what it was without opening it. Everyone knew about the book, her grandfather’s book, Lord Celeborn’s Book. It had been passed along to her.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and unwrapped it. She opened it. It was filled with drawings of elves she knew and some that she didn’t know in various lovemaking scenes. The artwork was exquisite, perfect in every detail. She saw her brothers, Erestor, Glorfindel and even her father in the pages.
When she turned to the last page, she knew that there would be a drawing of Elessar and herself. She smiled when she came to it – she and her husband were in their huge clawfoot tub and she was gazing down at him with such a look of love. She remembered that very night, as a matter of fact. It was their first night after all the wedding guests had gone and they were finally alone at last. If she had to choose a perfect moment in all their years together, she’d choose that one.
She thumbed back through the pages, seeing the love in all those faces as they showed that love to one another. A single tear fell down onto the drawing of her and her husband as she came once again to their drawing. She closed the book with a gentle smile.
It was time to pass the book along. Her son would marry soon and when he did, he and his bride would have their own page. She put the book back in its wrapping and replaced it in her trunk.
All these many years she’d thought it was about sex. Everyone thought that. But it never had been. It had always been simply a book of love.
~end~
