She looked at the ground as she walked, ocasionally running into random objects. The rest of the day she walked, and nothing important happened (and my fingers are... whithered. Nnn...)

When the Council ended, they were treated to a nice, Lord-like breakfast. But Haldir did not partake. He needed time to think.

He went back to his flet and layed down. He felt terrible. He broke his promise.

One-Thousand Years later... (hehe, soooooo much fuckin' typing. Nnnnnnnnnnn)

Haldir was walking one day, accross the shores of Valinor. He was smiling. The memory of Elwen still hung in his head: Her smile, her laugh, her voice, her beauty. And he still cared for her. All know that Elves die of heartbreak when the one they love dies, but he did not. That meant Elwen was not dead, and still dwelt in Middle-Earth. Suddenly, he had an idea. The best idea he had ever had. He ran into Galadriel's Palace... thingie. When he got there, he spoke: My Lady, may I be given permission to use the Tirìel?

She answered: Who must you call upon?

An old... friend...

You still miss her? You are given permission...

Thank you, My Lady! He kissed her hand and ran over to a different room. In the room was an orb. An orb that if you looked into it, it didn't seem to be a colour. It wasn't a rainbow, it just... I don't know how to explain... He smiled and touched the orb, saying some Elvish words.

Elwen was walking around one day, smiling. Times were happy once again, but only she and Merenwen yet still remained in Middle-Earth. She walked for about forty-five minutes, until finding an orb. She approached it, and lightly touched it. All of a sudden, she was absorbed into the orb. She remembered not else.
Now, unless you are immensly stupid, you know that she was brought to the Undying Lands, where Haldir, and all the other Elves (like you care about them), were. She was knocked out on the ground, with a throbbing headache (so the Elves have to work on their magic a bit...).

Haldir smiled, and ran out of the building. Galadriel smiled as he went. Love was so enthralling to whatch. At least it was to her...