Instinctively wrapping his free arm around her waist once she drew near, Celeborn fined his glass of wine then placed it upon the opposite table. He then wrapped his other arm around his wife completely enveloping her within his arms. The time for formality has passed between them leaving them the luxury of simply being husband and wife. Celeborn honestly couldn't imagine being separated from his beloved for a year. Just that thought alone saddens him greatly. While he's honestly amazed by how much Galadriel has endured in the last year or so, Celeborn couldn't help but blame himself for it.

She is his wife after all. It's his duty to want to protect her for as long as he lives.

Gently running his fingers through her long golden tendrils, Celeborn closed his eyes and hummed softly within her ears. He could hold her like this for hours and in truth he has done so before. The Elvenlord always felt grateful whenever his beautiful wife sought his attention. He felt honored to comfort the Ñoldor Princess in her time of need.