His wife's presence was felt long before she entered the lobby. Celeborn could literally hear her near soundless approach, his gaze already focused upon the doorway. However, what he didn't expect was the troubled look of apprehension that settled within her bright blue eyes. His dearest queen was pale from shock as she gazed at him. It was almost as if she hadn't expected to see him here, if ever. This perplexed look within her eyes unnerved him enough to speak.

"My lady?" he called to her affectionately. "Galadriel, has something gone awry?" Deciding he would be the one to close the distance between them, Celeborn approached with worry. Typically he wouldn't be so bold as to show affection in public but Celeborn's gentle hand soon came to caress Galadriel's cheek. "A'maelamin?" He must've looked rather confused right now, an expression that isn't typically shown often. While he would like to question as to why they're here, Celeborn is more concerned about his wife's well-being above all things else.

She almost looked as if she was about to either sob or perhaps cry for joy. "Tell me what ails you." Believing that she's unwell, Celeborn's gentle caresses became more frequent now. The tips of his fingers traveled down from her cheek and to her shoulder before he leaned in fully to embrace her. Celeborn was silent as he held her, quite eager to hear her utter anything to him.