For the Dead-pan Challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
Continuing the series of drabbles that could well be entitled 'When The Boat Comes In'!
Throughout the voyage Galadriel watched Elrond. Her daughter’s husband, she could not think of him as ‘son’, tried hard to maintain a dignified, expressionless, straight face; as was only right. But he looked weary – that could not be disguised by expression.
They had no way of knowing whether Celebrían awaited them hale and whole, was still as damaged as she had been when last they saw her, or had been gathered up by Lord Námo and dwelt with him.
The Lady only ceased to worry about Elrond’s own sanity and survival when she, too, saw Celebrían, smiling, upon the quay.