He's used to being the one heading meetings and calling them. He's a bit ashamed he didn't honestly call this meeting first, but he had spent the last two, was it three now?, months just trying to keep his feet under him and understand the insanity of this world's politics and the many implications of those politics.

He couldn't say how he felt about the meeting being in a bar, though when he thought about it he couldn't come up with a better place. It made it felt a bit like conspiring, but then, the best sort of rebellions started in such places didn't they? Not that he wanted to rebel, of course. Beer in hand, he made his way up - and found himself smiling when he spied Galadriel sans her guard.

"You seem to be missing two shadows," he commented quietly, coming up beside her as he surveyed the room with her.