As many times before, Celeborn allowed his dearest to lead him through uncertainty once more. He truly believes and seeks her counsel as much as she seeks his, the two of them needing each other in a way that transcended the bonds of matrimony. Without the day there is no night, without the night there is no day. Despite being antonyms of each other, the two are very much alike in mind and heart. This is something that truly fascinates Celeborn as he holds her smooth hand within his. Letting Galadriel lead him up the stairs, the Elvenlord listened quietly as she spoke of a girl who's name has yet to be uttered.

"Then I truly wish not to spoil such a bond, melamin." he confessed in all honesty. "Your oath to this girl shall stand regardless of my presence here and in time I shall accept her as our own." Celeborn is truly curious as to who this girl might be, especially since it wasn't like Galadriel to accept someone so gracelessly into both her care and heart. Wondering if this is what it's like to have a family, a small smile almost graced Celeborn's lips.

"It sounds as if you speak of her as if she's your daughter."