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Closer
Elrond took a deep breath and roused. He could hear the voices of birds singing in the trees and Elven voices raised in celebration of the morning. The warm air told him he must not be still in the Shire or on the outskirts of Mithlond. There, Narbeleth's chill took longer to dissipate.
Suddenly, a soft, fragrant warmth beside him settled closer to him with a sigh. Any remaining fog of Elven dreams vanished in an instant.
He was here. More importantly, she was here beside him. Asleep. Alive. Whole. CelebrÃan.
He gathered her close and tried not to weep.