"Celeborn." The name comes out in a whisper, almost an apology. Thus far the dream has played the scene faithfully, but in her heart of hearts she already knows that this will be different; she knows herself too well not to see it.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she watches this other self take the Ring and slip it on her finger. Whatever words she might have meant for her husband are gone. She can't even meet his eyes.

"We should leave." Whether her suggestion is from fear or shame, even she does not know.