Celebrian was taking a turn about the garden on what would probably be the last fine day of summer before the autumn rolled in, and closed her eyes with a contented sigh as she rounded a corner. When she opened them, she was greeted by quite a sight.

Lying on the grass, mostly hidden by the shadow of the trees, was their unusual houseguest, completely bare from the waist up. Celebrian bit her lip to stop herself from crying out in surprise, and moved to hide herself partly behind the wall. Quickly glancing about to check that no one would oversee her, she peeked around the stone to look at the lady once more. It had been a long time since Celebrian had seen a woman like this, and she had to admit - she had missed it. Before she had married Elrond, she had only ever had female lovers, always finding them more appealing than men. Elrond had been the buck in the trend.

No, no, this is wrong, this is evil of you! Reprimanding herself for spying on her houseguest in one of the most vile ways, Celebrian tried to dull the heat in her cheeks and loudly cleared her throat.

“Beruthiel,” she called out warmly, remembering how the lady had asked her to call her by her name. “You appear to have lost a garment or two!”