“You have told me much of three of your brothers, but say very little of your eldest sibling.”
“You already know Finrod; he can tell you of himself,” replied Galadriel as she and Celeborn strolled through the garden.
Celeborn paused to pull a pair of ripe apples from a low branch. He checked them for worms before offering the redder to the somewhat mysterious lady he was actively courting. “I would rather you told me about him.”
“Oh?”
“It means I spend more time with you.”
“Oh. Well, there is very little to him. He is my brother, and he just likes to think.”
“To think?”
“Yes.”
“Is that his occupation, or his hobby?”
Galadriel contemplated before taking a bite of the juicy fruit. “Yes.”
Author's Chapter Notes:
Celeborn & Galadriel; about Finrod