[For her startle he is apologetic in a thought. What he senses of her he recognises but she feels youthful and unbridled compared to the Galadriel he does know which raises several questions. In her return enquiry his mind feels much, much older than he looks, his thoughts so chaotic, wild and steeped in time, always running forward and rarely looking back, but it's the mind of a good and caring man with a strong sense to do right, rinsed and repeated over centuries.]

[He lets go of her hand and with her tone - which is a relief to hear - he makes a short and respectful bow.] Completely understandable and I truly do sympathise. This place has a habit of unfair play; I'm sorry to say that I fear you have befallen one of its whims.