Absurd to her perhaps, but the idea that a culture might spend their whole lives in a city up high was anything but far fetched to Kirk. It was an easy possibility to consider, and he thought would have been the more fascinating, though she was plenty fascinating on her own. Even so there might have been a slight touch of pink at his cheeks, sensing her amusement, though he knew he had nothing to be ashamed of with his questions or thinking. Spock would have found them perfectly logical, he was sure.

"I'm sure that must be satisfying, seeing something you planted grow strong," he said, again not blinking at the idea Galadriel might live far longer than humans. Many races had longer life spans than humans, and there were many more who yet might that they had yet to come across. Of course he had no idea how long trees took to grow on her world, but he suspected it meant Galadriel was not precisely youthful in terms of age in her world.

"Is mellyrn your word for tree?" He inquired, trying to pronounce the word as she had. He thought he came close, but not perfectly. "And Lórien is the name for your people?"