Elrond and Celebrian lay in their bed. He ran his fingers through her hair and traced along her arm.

"Elladan and Elrohir are no longer children," he said.

"They certainly still act it at times." Celebrian said, smiling.

Elrond smiled, remembering all the practical jokes his sons had been playing. One stood out particularly clear in his mind.

It had been fifty years since Elladan and Elrohir had read that passage from Elrond's book. Celebrian smiled and snuggled closer to him.

"Celebrian?" Elrond said impassionedly, fervently massaging her unclothed arms.

Their eyes met. She sighed lovingly as he kissed her. She placed her hand on his bare chest, feeling his heart beat gently against her fingers. Elrond kissed her again, this time more passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss.