Elrond's jaw clenches. Then he nods.

It is only after he his swords hangs at his side that he says, "I cannot look for them. I have to go to Celebrian."
That is what he had seen then.

He tightens his vambraces and calls to his horse. His face is a mask, calm.
He remembers Eregion. Being too late. Celebrimbor's flayed skin flapping in the breeze.