Celebrian walked barefoot through the soft grass and pale yellow elanor in one of the many gardens of Rivendell. She was daydreaming about Elrond again. Her face lit up when she saw Volondowen, one of her ladies-in- waiting, approaching her.

"My lady, could you use company for a bit of time."

"Yes."

Celebrian and Volondowen walked together for awhile. Volondowen's brother, Vardilme, had gone to war with the host of Gil-galad. The two walked together, taking comfort in each other, in the silence, for both were grieved by the loss of one they loved, neither sure they would ever see them again. After a length of time Volondowen spoke.

"I know what it is that troubles your heart, my lady, but will you not speak off it to me openly and freely?"

At first, Celebrian was troubled. "Surely it cannot be that my mother has spoken of this."

"She has not," Volondowen said "For indeed your own thoughts have betrayed you in these last weeks. I easily guessed."

"Guessed what?

"What it is that torments you, the thing that suffers you to seek solitude from even your mother and friends."

"Then it is known to all?"

"No. For many around you cannot so easily guess or read the signs."

"You did."

"So I did."

"Go on, reprimand me. Tell me how he is far above in both age and position."

"I will not."

Volondowen looked at her lady. The evening sun reflected of Celebrian's golden-silver hair, creating a golden-red aurora around her. Volondowen took Celebrian's hand.

"If indeed your heart is turned to him, then I wish you happiness. May the grace of the Valar be with him and protect him, so as he may return to you."

Celebrian smiled. "And may the Valar under Eru Illuvatar protect Vardilme, so he may return to you unmarred."

Volondowen embraced Celebrian