She has always been victorious. She has never given in, or given up, in any contest.
But this night, Galadriel can do naught else but yield. Her silver-haired bridegroom assails her in a gentle but urgent campaign, beguiling, ensnaring, capturing her. His long fingers make her tingle; his mouth makes her burn, awakening a relentless need.
Now she surrenders completely. Galadriel is rewarded by waves of pleasure from a lover as tireless as the sea, and gasps. They are one, silver and gold forever.
Lying spent and sated in Celeborn's arms, Galadriel smiles wickedly. Tomorrow night, she will conquer him!
Author's Note: The title Silver and Gold was first used by Elena Tiriel in a vignette about the same characters, also on this site (and well worth reading!); and is used for this drabble with her permission.