One morning this week I suddenly asked, "What is with Galadriel & Celeborn??"
"They're married?" my husband helpfully supplied.
"He hardly had any lines! He just, like, welcomes them, and lets her do all the talking. She's definitely in charge. And everyone desires her. What is it like being married to this woman that everyone else fantasizes about? Poor guy."
I rambled on that line of thought for a while, then:
"She's Arwen's grandmother-"
"Great-grandmother-"
"So they've been married for ages, and maybe the spark died out centuries ago. Wait, if she's Elrond's grandmother, why is he ruling his own little valley instead of living in her forest?"
And so on, til: "And since he's Elrond half-elven, how come the full-blooded elves let him be in charge?"
"He has one of the rings of power. I doubt they have a choice."
Which put things in a whole new perspective. Elrond, autocratic despot. Bet you never knew.
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