“She loves him.”

“He is…” Celeborn paused.

Galadriel hid a smile. “Unworthy?”

Celeborn paced to the edge of the flet and turned back to regard her. “No. That is not the issue.” He hastily added, “They are from different worlds.”

This time she smiled openly. Joining her husband, she slid her hands around his waist. “So they said about us. Yet, I love you still.”

Celeborn’s hands met behind her back and he leaned his forehead against hers. “I regret nothing.”

“Nor I. He loves her.”

He gave a deep chuckle. “Very well. Elrond shall have Celebrían with our blessing.”