The architecture was quite brilliant and wholly representative of the elves of these lands. Galadriel was taken with it, insofar as she could be whilst wandering the dark ruins, and her gaze lingered on the statues even as the light traveled on. Had there not been a scraping sound, or had Kirk not caught her attention in a low tone, she might've stared too long.

"Be wary, the last ruins I walked had hideous traps and nightmarish beasts," Galadriel replied quietly and shifted her glaive in front of her. The room was dimmer as her light faded out, but not pitch dark so long as she occupied it. It wasn't much, but it was enough to see by.