She makes his knees weak just by being near. Long years at her side haven't changed, and he knows it never will.

She is beautiful and graceful, delicate and powerful. Fierce and kind. She sees into hearts, knows them, and takes joy in much. He basks in her light and relies on her to temper him where he would otherwise fly into a rage unchecked.

Celeborn sits and gladly remains close enough for their shoulders to touch and hands to remain entwined.

"Is it easy to acquire?" He wants to get some to put on her bruises, to lessen the strain on her power.