[ The shoulders before him quake before they turn. And Celegorm tips his head back, watching the light in the canopy, his jaw working, agony pinching his expression. ]

It wasn't... I wasn't asking a cruelty.

I was telling you... what you are to me. And if even that couldn't make you understand...

[ He sucked in a hitched breath, and let his body have the last quarter-turn it needed to face Legolas fully. Both of his hands tilted toward those of Legolas, palms up. ]

Slide your hands into mine.