Celebrimbor has barely any time to react when the figure slams into him, full tilt, knocking him back, and nearly over. A snarl is already bubbling at his lips, eyes narrowing as he begins to unleash his sharp tongue on whoever it was who didn't bother-

But the harsh words turn to ash in his mouth, and he stares, and he stares as the panting, wild-eyed figure. His own hand snaps up before he can stop it, gripping at the other elf's arm, holding him still.

"...Uncle?" His voice comes out very small.