Celeborn rushed into his room. As he almost fell down on a chair, he inhaled- and exhaled again. So it- it was… He sighed and covered his face in his hands.

"Well, what is wrong?" he spoke sternly to himself. "You already knew that…"

But he was lying. He had not known... Well, he had known, of course, that Galathil loved Artanis. That was obvious. More than obvious.

But that Artanis loved Galathil… That was a new thing. But that kiss- was obvious. Celeborn thought they had not noticed him, but- unfortunately he had noticed them. He had turned around the corner and- there they'd stood. Lying in each others arms like only lovers could…

"So this is it." Celeborn said to himself. "So this is it. And that all- because Galathil dared to ask her for a dance, and I did not…"

He knew what he had to do now. Let Galathil have Artanis. But he knew he could not, could never do that. This was not any ordinary girl. This was Artanis.

"And without her I cannot live. Still, I have to. Eru, what must I do?"

And maybe he was often named Celeborn the Wise… this was a problem he could not solve…