When I was writing my one-shot I got this particular scene of Galadriel playing with Elrond’s hair stuck in my head. They are so physically comfortable with each other; that’s definitely their love language.
The way both of them sigh whenever they are held by the other is almost like relief every time. As if their natural state is to hold hands or press their foreheads together and not being able to do that causes them unease.
When Galadriel tries to reason with Elrond and feels this wall between them after she starts using Nenya she instinctively tries to reach for his heart.
When Elrond saves her from drowning in the Glanduin and she attacks him - dagger in hand and in a dream-like state - he touches her hand to ground her like he probably did thousands of times before.
And I have this headcanon in which Galadriel doesn’t see the appeal her own hair has to others but is enchanted by Elrond’s dark curls and is low-key obsessed with convincing him to let his hair longer so she has all the excuses to braid it.
(he doesn’t because he likes to hear her moaning about it)
I’m going to do it for you, Galadriel my girl, I’ll give you what you want just you wait. 🥲