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Celebrian laughed and wrapped her arms tightly around her son, clutching him close. “And I you, Elrohir! How are you?”

“You… You do not know?” Elrohir stammered. “How could you not know? It is painfully obvious what he thinks, but never mind that. Legolas has told me that his father approves, that if one cannot be happy with an elleth, he should be forced to marry one purely for children.”

He shook his head. “I would think those of Valinor would understand. He and I cannot be the only two who have entered into such a bond.” Elrohir touched his mother’s cheek. “Do you love me any less? Legolas has been like a son to you, as well. Why can we not go on the way we have? Will you hate us for doing this? For being happy?” His bottom lip quivered, terrified of losing his mother’s love.

Celebrian let out a small sound at the mention of Thranduil. Of course she knew how Thranduil had been forced into a marriage simply for the sake of children, and she had seen it tear him apart. If it had not been for the support of her own father, she was sure Thranduil would have collapsed many years ago because of it. “But you are highborns,” she told him, the wind gone from her sails at the sight of his quivering lip. “We do not have the freedom that others do. There may be other unions, my darling, but not in the line of Finwe, not openly at least.”

Suddenly she pulled her son back to her and wrapped her arms around him, holding his head against hers and taking in deep and steadying breaths. “Oh, my darling, my darling. I would never and could never hate you for who you love. I once though I would spend the rest of my life in a union with another elleth, before I met your father. I understand, I truly do. Oh my darling. Whatever made you think I would love you less?”