Celebrían herself had been kept far from war, or as far from it as her family and loved ones could manage. And, truthfully, she couldn't bring herself to object. Instead, she focused on honing her skills as a healer and an artist throughout it all. Ones skill clearly had better use, during war or otherwise, but the other brought her more peace. And sometimes happiness to others.

That day though, when Elrond led the older elf to where she was, she was sitting at the edge of the water of the pool, feet dipped into it and humming softly. It felt like a good day for it, the war was over, her family had survived, nothing seemed like it could ruin the day for her. When her name was called though, she almost expected bad news. Most people didn't disturb her when she was there. Sometimes she had company but that was from people she knew. This elf was new.

Bright eyes blinked in confusion, watching him for a moment and the light that surrounded him. So like the one that surrounded her mother.

"I am she, yes?"