Galadriel had only been carried, in her adult life, a precious few times and nearly all of those instances had involved Celeborn directly. When Haldir lifted her and spared her the effort of climbing from the mud or walking in this state, she imagined her husband would approve. She waved off Haldir's apology and braced herself with an arm around his shoulders; his armor dug into her side, but it was a discomfort she would bare without complaint.

"Thank you, Haldir. Please, Beleth, which way?" she asked and looked down at the Dalish elf.