Of course Celeborn could feel her gaze upon him as he wandered meticulously through the living quarters. He gently tapped his fingers against a nearby table, making a soft thump as he drummed them along the polished wood. Despite everything about this room feeling slightly foreign to him, Celeborn couldn't help but feel almost the opposite as well. There's a strange sense of familiarity about this room, one that hints to the memories that the Elvenlord forgotten.

Is this how a family dwelling would look?

Not fond of the idea of sharing his wife's love with another, Celeborn was soon jolted out of his thoughts once Galadriel offered him a glass. "But of course, my lady." he answered smoothly as he reached for his glass. "I suppose a drink would be much appreciated after arriving so suddenly here." The Elvenlord muttered as he searched for a place to sit.

"I feel as if the very earth was pulled from beneath my feet."