There are several places Celeborn would rather be than here, but he's been told he has no choice in the matter. He must make the best of things, however he can. He makes note of how he's regarded by these strangers, the differences and similarities from all he's known.
For now he follows the crowd of 'rescuers', ignoring what minor wounds he'd earned in the initial fight upon his unceremonious arrival. He's traveled with little before, and he'll find his way.
Strength in numbers. And these rescuers seem interested in at least helping a little, providing some answers and ignoring other questions until he falls silent to listen and observe, without seeming to notice much at all. And so as they reach a city and a pillar of light stands still but familiar, he chances a glance only for his heart to leap with joy and worry. She's supposed to be safe!
It has perhaps been a little longer than she believes since he'd seen her last, watching her Sail to Aman with Elrond and the rest. But as she approaches at a run, he dismisses it to catch her in a tight embrace.
She is here, and so they must survive and return to where they belong. There is no other option, their daughter needs her.
"Galadriel," he answers in the soft tone he uses just for her. 'Where might we speak without being heard?' He asks through their bond. He has too many questions and she likely, generally, knows more.
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Date: 2018-01-24 05:28 am (UTC)For now he follows the crowd of 'rescuers', ignoring what minor wounds he'd earned in the initial fight upon his unceremonious arrival. He's traveled with little before, and he'll find his way.
Strength in numbers. And these rescuers seem interested in at least helping a little, providing some answers and ignoring other questions until he falls silent to listen and observe, without seeming to notice much at all. And so as they reach a city and a pillar of light stands still but familiar, he chances a glance only for his heart to leap with joy and worry. She's supposed to be safe!
It has perhaps been a little longer than she believes since he'd seen her last, watching her Sail to Aman with Elrond and the rest. But as she approaches at a run, he dismisses it to catch her in a tight embrace.
She is here, and so they must survive and return to where they belong. There is no other option, their daughter needs her.
"Galadriel," he answers in the soft tone he uses just for her. 'Where might we speak without being heard?' He asks through their bond. He has too many questions and she likely, generally, knows more.