Galadriel took no offense at his laughter; it was too sincere, too bright to be malicious. She could not say what had inspired it but he explained quickly enough. Why one could not be both lyrical and logical she didn't ask. No, there were more familiar topics that captured her attention and, as he spoke about the inconsistent nature of Elves, she could only quirk a brow.

"You are quite certain they are fiction in your lands? For that describes most every elf I have ever known."

She glanced aside at the gardens around them and her smile fell a bit as she did.

"Most. Unfortunately my kin in these lands are far more...mortal than I would have guessed, but they are still quite similar to your tales. Perhaps your elves have simply kept their secrets very well."