‘Well, here we are,’ said Celeborn. ‘Lofty halls, blue vaults, queenly voice—all present and correct!’
Galadriel gave him a dignified punch in the arm.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll behave—except to you, of course!’
‘I know,’ said Galadriel. He heard a faint tremor in her voice. ‘Have I said how glad I am you chose the Straight Road, at last?’
‘It did seem to be implied,’ replied Celeborn.
What a relief still to be necessary as much as ever.
Celeborn plaintively lifted his cup.
‘Who now shall refill the cup for me?’
And she snatched it from him.