“The Ainur scum is not worth the title of father. Live life proud of you Fëanorian lineage.” She certainly will.

“A little more free?” There was surely something she has missed here.

“Mh. So secretive. I hope you'll open up in time.” Too bad Curufin wasn't around to get it out of the girl.

Celegorm just smiles, settling back on a chaise. "Then by all means, tell me all about yourself, my great nephew."

"Maybe you should move to Imladris. It's so nice here~."

Flips though some of Erestor's books. Huh. Some of these were Caranthir's... And Tugon's. Hmph.

“All these kings and queens and to this day, I am still angry at Maedhros for giving the crown to Fingolfin." Grumbles.

Queen Celegorm has a ring to it.

"Who is Celeborn, he sounds whipped. Like Finrod in the presence of Curufin."

She takes someone's trusty steed for the evening. She's going to hunt... Too many vegetarian options in Imladris.

"But, have you seen Lúthien?" Raises her hand, fingers forming the 'okay' symbol as she winks.

Is it too late to pick up the crown in Middle Earth? High Queen of the Noldor, just as it should have been.

"You know, Thranduil hogs all the venison to himself. Some of us get a little hungry." Takes an arrow out of her quiver.

Celegorm trudges in, a sack with dinner in it over her shoulder.

"I say, if I became Queen, I would make Curufin my King Regent. I have no time to deal with other men, anyway." It's true. Celegorm doesn't really care for the opposite sex.

There's a nod, and she spills the sack over the table when she reaches it. "Old favorite pastimes. I brought dinner."

Ugh.

"Bard the Dragon Slayer? Hm. I think that title would be fitting for me... If only."

I swear revenge.

Celegorm, making an appearance. Her mother would be proud, she's all dressed up, like the true /royalty/ she is. #LotRSpringBall