“Are you getting cold? If you are, we should go back.”
“Cold? No, I am fine. I love walking through the garden after the first snowfall.” Celebrian strolled at a leisurely pace beside her betrothed, glad for the conversation. Elrond had been quiet for some time. She glanced at him and noticed his pinkish cheeks and nose, his hands buried in his pockets. “Are you cold?”
“What? Me? N-n-no.” He swallowed to disguise the chatter of his teeth. “No. I am well.”
They walked a few paces more before Elrond turned up his collar and shivered slightly. Celebrian paused. “I am... a little tired,” she said to save his pride.
“Well, we should return to the house immediately then!” He led them back in haste.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Celebrian, Elrond