[It's around midday by the time Celebrian fiddles with her locket, stopping to let the horses drink before they go on. Her hair is braided and pinned around her head like her mothers and she wears the riding clothes Elrond had gotten her with a sword and knife at her belt.]

I departed this morning, bennig. And, as promised, mother travels with me so you need not worry. [Much.] I love you, Elrond, and miss you more each day.