But the moment and the kiss went over, and the worries came back.
"Don't you hate me now?" Galadriel asked softly.
Celeborn caressed her cheeks and smiled. "No, Galadriel. I thought you'd know by now that I love you. After all, you have not participated in the killing, have you."
And for a moment, she found her pride again and raised her chin.
"I would never take part in such a monstrous crime! Never! And if you don't know that, you don't know me."
He laughed. "I do know that, my love, I do."
"Well…" she smiled. "Okay then."
Then, she frowned sadly. "But what about Thingol. If he finds out…"
She grabbed Celeborn's hand. "He will send me and Findárato, Finrod, away. And we- will be separated."
"No, never will he separate us. If he sends you away- then I will follow! But you have to explain it to him. As quick as possible! Let us go to him right now, Galadriel. Let us go and tell him!"
She shook her head. "No…"
"You have to! Really! I know him, you…"
She stopped him with a short gesture. "Of course I will tell him! What do you think? I am not afraid to tell him, but I want to tell Finrod first."
"Yes, you are right. Let us go!"