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Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, etc. I am only borrowing his characters for this fanfiction and am making absolutely no profit whatsoever from them.
Galadriel boarded the Swan-ship with Celeborn's assistance.
“It is done,” she said. “The Anduin now bears the hope of us all. I pray it bears them to victory!”
“I would not grieve if it swallowed the honey-tongued dwarf.”
Astonishment stilled the lady.
“Three hairs, melamin?” Celeborn shook his silver head in mild (but definite) irritation. “I can scarce believe he asked for a single strand - yet to reward him with three!”
“You cannot possibly be jealous,” declared Galadriel disbelievingly.
Celeborn sniffed. “He carries mere locks; I bear your heart.”
She smiled affectionately, until -
“But three, melamin! Must you encourage him!”
Author's Note: Melamin - My love.
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