Not For Arda

[Willow Oran]

Galadriel returned his smile, shaking her head at his questions, "Can happiness be judged by a week, brother? Love, too, is not so definable as I think you believe.
That is, it does not strike each person the same way. Your love for Amárië was obvious, for placed together in a room the two of you behaved as if robbed of any sense but for each other.
The love I feel for Celeborn, and he for me, is more subtle than that; it took me long to recognize it and when I did, I did not speak for pride," she paused, considering her next words carefully, "To answer whether or not we are happy... No. We are not. We have married secretly during a time of uncertain peace with the anticipation of many long years of seperation and worry made bitter by slander from both our peoples. We know well that we will find no happiness for a very long time.
Yet we are content, for we challange each other as no others will dare and in each other's company we have found deep understanding and necessary solace. I cannot say if that is love, and I suspect that it is not by your definition, but I believe it will be enough."