She never took the locket off. Never willingly anyway. Once the clasp had broken and she'd felt like she'd been treading water, like she'd lost him, until it had been fixed. It hadn't taken long at least, and she'd immediately opened it to ensure the note hadn't been lost, that no link to the other half of her heart had gone missing.

The days sometimes passed in a blur, sometimes they seemed to drag on. Days that had ships arriving, she rushed to the docks in the hopes of finding her husband, there only to leave disappointed, her grandparents doing their best to console her.

Until, one day, word came to her that there would be two people arriving on the next ship of interest to her. Of course she raced there, no one was able to stop her. Even if the ships weren't in sight yet.

When crowds started forming, no one got between her and the docks. She didn't know if her grandparents had said something or if her eagerness was tangible. Either way, she wasn't upset. And when the ship was docked, finally, and everyone started to disembark, he wouldn't have to look long.

It isn't silver hair he'll spot but a silver blur, running across the wood planks, bare feet hardly making a sound, and then leaping at him with a delighted: "Elrond!"