While the Daughter of Starlight failed to noticed the change of their surroundings, it would be Celeborn to notice. Despite the searing pain that threatened to cut through his very soul, the Elvenlord noticed that the harsh clash of pounding blades were becoming fainter by the second. He closed his eyes ever so briefly as Galadriel holds to him. At this point he could barely hear anything anymore. It was almost as if the chaos that once surrounded them had vanished without a trace.

Uncertain whether or not this was Galadriel's doing, Celeborn's misty blue eyes open once more to herald the change. "My eternal one," he began in a low and hushed tone. "To think such a dream could be so real plagues me with worry, but a dream it is. My love, do you not see?" Gesturing his hand towards the shifting realm before them, a hiss of agony escaped his lips.

"Awaken if you can, my queen. I would surely follow you if you lead."