Summary: In a visit to Lothlorien during the summer of S.A. 2470, Prince Thranduil comes upon his favourite elder cousin, on the hill which will later be named Cerin Amroth.

A/N: In mine and Emma's stories, Thranduil was born in S.A. 2445. Written for B2MEM 2011, March 2's prompt, "Defiance".

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 "Bri, what are you doing?" The thirty year old Prince of Greenwood the Great looked at his normally impeccably dressed cousin, now garbed in a grass stained tunic and leggings. If he didn't know better, he'd say she'd been...

"Rolling down the hill," Celebrian answered with equanimity. Yes...Thranduil could see the blades of grass tangled in the elleth's silver tresses, which were unbound and hanging free to her waist.

"Rolling down the...won't Niniel have something to say about that?" Thranduil grinned as Celebrian pulled a face. The elleth rolled her eyes.
"Oh, yes, she will. 'Telpetári! Telpetári, how dare you behave in such an unladylike manner, aranel-nin! Look at you,' " Celebrian mocked her old nursemaid, who still insisted on making her wear frivolous silks and satins.

"Well...look at you," Thranduil said, tilting his head to one side. "You've got grass all over."

"I don't care," Celebrian said, and a grin spread over the Prince's face.
"Can I join you?"
In defiance of propriety, the cousins enjoyed the summer's day together, banishing thoughts of Niniel.