I realize this one is a bit short as well, but this is a small vingette of the relationship between Cirdan and Celebrin, something that figures prominently in the sequal as well...sorry you'll just have to wait.
Cirdan returned to the path of the lamp-lit archway and entered the door of the cyprus. The two walked for some time in silence as others on the path watched with some anticipation. Before the path ended at the hall, the shipwright turned right to come at long last to a small comely home beside the grand hall, a house made of dark wood, in the fashion of Sindar architecture.

From his cloak he procured a brass key and opened the door to a dark and cold room; in silence they entered and in the darkness the hearth was lit, and a wine was brought forth out of a cabinet, with two cups of silver. The silence to both seemed deafening, yet neither could bring themselves to speak; the fire crackled in the silence, revealing an unused home, filled with webs and other tell-tale signs of disuse everywhere... except for a chair, by a window facing east, toward the gate of Mithlond. The chair seemed more used than Celebrin had ever remembered, it was not covered in dust or web, but showed the signs of overuse, as if one had sat there for days on end, regularily, without ever using the rest of the house. Feeling the need to break the silence Celebrin motioned his speech to the chair,

"Hir Cirdan, unless my memory has eluded me, that chair was once in the western corner. Has there been another residing here?"

Coldly the ancient elf spoke in his voice that showed no age save for the depth of its timber. His voice echoed through the home in a cold and dark manner, speaking of fact, though beneath its unmovable demeanor a trained ear could hear the beginnings of a breaking that reached deep into the soul.

"Nay, none have lived here since you left. I moved the chair myself..."

Thus it became clear to Celebrin that the chair had been the seat of his foster-father all the long years of his abscence. The Elda before him was not as strong as he thought? Nay he was stronger than he at first believed, for a weak heart mourns a loss in silence or not at all until it breaks under the pressure, a stronger one, weeps no tears, yet knows the sorrow of it in full. The one he had come to know as Perada, his half-father, wept for the son that was not his, the child of another's loins that came to him in time of need, and had become the child he never knew. The image of the cold sea-elf dwindled away before the young standard bearer of Celeborn, and showed a true being that felt the wound that Celebrin never thought he could give. In a cracked voice upon the edge of breaking he said in almost a whisper

"I am sorry Perada... for causing you such grief on our parting."

Cirdan looked into the deep twilit eyes of the youth before him, and embraced the one he called son,

"There is nothing to forgive, Perion nin."

The night passed into daylight, and Cirdan was told of the doings of the younger, and of the battle for Eregion. The youth told him stories of the hidden refuge, and Sindarin beauty that Imladris had become, even of the grown beauty of Celebrian daughter of Celeborn. The elder rejoiced to hear of the great battle, and how the numerous forces were driven forth out of Eregion, with much toil and hardship, yet victorious nonetheless. He was intrigued by the hidden refuge of Imladris and how the river ran in the midst of its buildings; wishing in the depth of his heart to see that which this young one seemed to hold in higher regard than his Mithlond, and was surprised to see how much "older" this youth had become, how much he had grown in spirit. As the dawning hours came into the scales of time, Cirdan spoke of the progress of Mithlond, from a small city of homes and stone buildings, to a city of great beauty, mirrored in the beauty that once was his old refuge of Eglarest; though now it began to look more like Vanyimar than he would have liked. Celebrin laughed to know that his old foster-father had not become entirely Noldo, still keeping with his Teleri charm and wit. The years melted away, and when at long last the sun peaked her head over the cliffs and entered the room through the eastern window in her first blaze of glory, the two sat in two chairs one facing east the other west, enjoying the long lost company of one another.

There came a knock at the door, one of a rushed and hastened tempo. With a sigh Cirdan rose to open it and allowed a messenger from his own hall to enter. The page entered with a written note and gave it to Cirdan, yet when his eyes beheld Celebrin a shadow passed over his face and a look of disgust entered his eyes. This look Cirdan noticed, and with a scold in his voice he ushered the page from the house with a firm,

"That is all."

When the door had closed Cirdan read the note in silence, and quickly placed it in the folds of his robe that had been laid on the table before the hearth the night before. Celebrin at last broke the uneasy silence the page had let enter the room,

"I see I am still not welcome here...it is as you said it would be, that youth was a Sinda, who loved to follow me around, if I let him..."

"In time they will come to see you again as I have always seen you."

"And if time is not available? I know that note was a summons to bid farewell to the Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel, the look in your eyes and your reluctance to speak of it are proof enough for me."

"Remain here Perion nin, where you are no servant, but a knight... and where your sworn brother resides as a hero among our people."

"Do not attempt to sway me with my friend Perada, my duty is to Celeborn now... you would not have me abandon him in his hour of need, even now when the fate of the east is unknown?"

Cirdan looked upon the youth, who by now had become full-grown in mind without his rearing. And before him stood the memory of his cousin wishing leave to live in Doriath, for the love of a maiden, he had met in the blink of an eye; a kin who was determined to follow through with the deciscion he had made, even to the point of abandoning all he had come to know. The old elf smiled at this full-grown son of his and reluctantly said,

"You have the conviction of your father Perion... Do not abandon this duty that you have taken upon yourself. I was wrong to ask you to do so."

"I do not wish to go, and leave you here alone with us..."

"Do not ask me to go with you, my place is here, yours is among the woods...Let not another thousand years pass, before we see one another again, to this do you swear?"

"With all my heart I promise it Perada."

And with that the two left the humble home and walked side by side to the gateway of Mithlond, there before them was prepared the two lords and one added servant, all three cloaked in the gray of Celeborn's company. The White lady spoke with a deep and ancient voice, to Cirdan, who alone saw the earth in it's youth,

"We take leave of you now Cirdan of Mithlond. May the Valar protect your haven from any storm that shall come."

"And may the wind on your sails that speed you home, be in your favor, Galadriel and Celeborn of the woods."

The ancient mariner and shipwright turned to the youth beside him, who by this time had been given his horse and banner, to the grown foster-son before him he said,

"Go in peace Perion nin, you are welcome at all times here by the sea."

"Navear Perada nin, may this not be our last parting."

And with a final embrace between them the gray company left the haven of Mithlond, and rode with quickest haste toward the rising sun, to Imladris where news had just arrived of the glorious battle.

Perion- lit-half-son- mirrored term of endearment between the two adopted family members.

side note =In case anyone forgot... the cousin, or kin, of Cirdan referred is Elorn, Celebrin's father, also called Uial, hence Uialion being the name Celebrin is refrenced at the end of the last chapter.