As a princess of the Noldor, you received countless marriage proposals. From both elves and humans. You, with your ethereal beauty, were highly coveted in Middle-earth. Your father, the High King of the Noldor Gil-Galad, finally found a suitor for you. An elf lord from Lórien. But you didn't want that. You wanted to be able to choose who to marry. Frustrated and hurt, you made a rather extreme decision. With your persuasion and insistence, you convinced Elrond Peredhel, the half-elf, Herald of Lindon and son of Eärendil to marry you in secret. You both married south of Lindon. Just the two of you and the grace of the Valar. You always had a strong friendship and trust for each other. So it would have been easy for you to simply marry Elrond. You didn't love him, and you thought it was all just an agreement between the two of you. You just didn't know that Elrond had loved you for years in secret. But at the moment. It was time to face the consequences of what they had done. They were in the hall. The High King was pacing back and forth without stopping. Further in the corner, your "suitor" looked furious while Galadriel tried to calm him down in her own way.