Silver hair caught his attention and he turned, noting how she moved and held herself. How she hid from the crowd. His heart clenched in memory of those yet early days, though why had that fear returned? Finarfin hardly wasted a thought before he weaved his way through the masses to reach her side, concern only evident in a crease of brow and swiftness of step.

"Celebrian," he murmured, just loud enough to catch her attention and not surprise her if he could avoid it.