Celeborn left the room, muttering "And what have I done now, I ask you. What have I done? Have I influenced his decision? And- how?"
He sighed, and felt very bad. He went to his room, and- began to cry. It had been too much.
He sobbed. "And now, Galadriel?" and laid his head on his arms and cried, until… he felt a slender hand softly stroke his hair. He looked up. Galadriel. He hadn't even heard her enter. Without saying a word, she laid her arm around his shoulders, and caught his hand.
"Don't cry for me, Celeborn." she whispered gently. He wanted to stop crying, he felt a embarrassed, but he couldn't stop.
"Galadriel… everywhere I've gone to in this few weeks, everything I've done has been better because you were with me. I want you to stay, Galadriel, to stay here. I'd follow you everywhere, but I want us to…"
He realized that he had to ask her something. He read in her eyes, which were sparkling with expectation, that she had realized it too. He smiled and caught her hand.
"Lady Galadriel Artanis Nerwen of the Noldor, do you want to marry me?"
She pressed her lips against his. He felt her trembling hands run through his hair.
He pressed her even closer, as if he would never release her again.
But he did, and softly, he whispered "You have not answered yet."
And she smiled and said "Yes it is, Celeborn, and yes it'll always be."