Whimsies by Grundy

Wander

“Shall we go a-wandering, my lady?”

Celeborn held out a hopeful hand in her direction.

Galadriel –her new name fitted well – smiled at the man she would not call suitor. Not yet, at least. For now, she preferred to keep whatever was between them to just the two of them.

“I am guessing you have some particular spot in mind?” she asked.

The last time she’d gone with him, he’d brought her to a treetop from which one could see the broad plains of Estolad spread out before them.

“Perhaps,” he grinned. “But you won’t know unless you come along.”