Once the image of the elf faded away, Ellana came forward to cover Galadriel with the blanket. Then she took her place where Celeborn had sat, feeling a heaviness come over her limbs. Her head bowed forward slightly and she drew in a slow breath. She needed to keep a clear mind for as long as she could, in order to look after others. Whispers carried through the air, but she ignored them in favor of tucking the blanket under Galadriel's chin.

She got the sense that something was different -- not wrong -- but merely out of place. There was a sense that she was outside instead of in the tent, and that gave her a little chill. She wanted to be warm with walls around her. Yet at the same time, there was the brief feeling on familiarity, like she was back at camp with the clan. But when she turned her head, the feelings associated with the forest melted away. So she sat vigil over her friend, hoping the blanket helped her.