[For whatever reason, the warg decided to leave them be and kept up with whatever it was doing. This time. Elrond keeps part of his attention behind them, though for all appearances is focused entirely on his wife as he entwines their fingers and keeps them walking back the way he had come. He makes no comment of just how tight her hold on his hand is, just stays close as they walk.]
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My home is wherever you are.
[As it should be.]