She is not sure what surprises her more; that he seems to listen, or that he seems to take her words seriously, and holds the matters that troubled these elves here worthy of action. Even if it is a pretence, that is more than many see fit to offer. Herian stands as Thranduil does, and bows, right hand pressed over her heart as she does so. "I am grateful. And I am glad that these elves have another friend hence. They have been too long deprived."

Part of her is uncertain at the thought of leaving another to do the work that is her own, and though her brow is furrowed, she stays silent a moment, debating if she should request a place in this reckoning. It seems doubtful that he would heed such a request.

"If they have any need, they or I will call upon you. You have my word."