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[the_silver_lady]

Celebrían is seated near a fireplace, slowly paging her way through a book.

Though she did not share her husband's love of lore, she was endlessly fascinated by the differences between worlds. It was a book young Sara had lent and she was greatly enjoying it.

She would not be opposed to company, both old and new.

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[gondolin_noble]

Perhaps the song being sung over by the couch, not too far away, is familiar - one of the many songs to Elbereth, sung in a distracted tone. There's Glorfindel, his hands cupped around a flagon of hot mulled wine, watching the fire.

[the_silver_lady]

And she turns to face him, eyes bright and a jubilant smile on her face.

"Mae govannen, Glorfindel! I did not know you frequented this place, dear friend."

[gondolin_noble]

Elvish reflexes prevent the wine from being spilled, but only just. He stares at her, speechless, blue eyes wide.

It is quite clear.

The Valar? Hate him.

[the_silver_lady]

She isn't surprised by his reaction. Indeed, Elrond had dropped a glass when he had first seen her.

Millennia-odd separations truly are a pain.

"Are you quite well, meldir?"