Disclaimer: Elrond Peredhil, Celebrian, and this world of Arda are the sole creation of the great Professor Tolkien. I do not own these characters. I am merely borrowing them.
Her passage into the West, while necessary, had left Elrond with a void. He was completely alone, bereft of his helpmate through all the long years of toil and through the worst months since the War of the Last Alliance.
Finally those responsibilities and burdens could be released. From the prow of the White Ship, he could nearly see his destination, his place of rest.
Only when his hands finally clasped hers, black hair intermixed with silver, could Elrond Peredhil truly relax and let someone care for him.
Within her embrace, the burdens of Arda marred were forgot until the Breaking of the World.