There's a moment where he wants to do no more than stand here with her and bask in her company; he should spend more time with her, he thinks, devote more hours in the day to her company. It is not often that someone is able to steal so much of him, and she is the one that stands alone now. With his relationship with Thranduil in tatters, the binding of hair around his neck enough proof of that, he is desperate for something to keep him together, to give him the strength to continue.

She is that strength, as false as she might prove to be in the end, a creation of his own madness.

It's easy to step to the basin all the same, to lean over and look, to imagine that he might see. In the Fade this is no more than a memory, an echo, but still they might share something. They might see something together that the world beyond the Veil couldn't ever hope to touch.

"And what do you think it might wish to show me today, my love?"